Chapter 2320 Spit Out a Mouthful of Blood

Sent to the CT room, a group of people followed in, for fear of any accidents when Director Mao was doing the CT.

Mao Chi felt black and white flickering in front of his eyes, with gold stars mixed in the middle.

Like a firefly, with the buzzing of the CT machine, his heart began to beat rapidly.

I know it's not good, but Mao Chi can't control it.

Don't have an accident, don't have an accident, Mao Chi can only tell himself in his heart. How can I die if I haven't reached retirement age and haven't had grandchildren yet?

Thinking about it, he inadvertently began to think about things after death. If the aortic dissection ruptures and he dies in the CT room, how many doctors in the department will cry for him sincerely? There may be a few, but not all.

After the CT was done, everyone lifted Mao Chi onto the flat car.

"Don't go, let me take a look at the film." Mao Chi said softly.

Tears fell from the corners of his eyes, and he seemed to have foreseen his own end.

"Director Mao, don't worry, don't worry." The professor with the group comforted softly, "Even if it's a mezzanine, just put it on a big shelf."

"What if the renal artery is torn?" Mao Chi thought a lot. At the same time, he felt a tearing pain in his abdomen.

It can't be such a coincidence, Mao Chi thought to himself. But at this moment, he felt that his feet were empty, and he fell into the endless abyss.

The professor leading the group really didn't know what to say. He knew that as long as he said a situation, Director Mao would think about the worst. This is inevitable, the more you talk, the more afraid you become; the more afraid you are, the higher the blood pressure of Director Mao, until finally an irreversible feedback is formed until the dissection ruptures.

Just shut up obediently.

Soon, the CT images were printed out and handed over to Mao Chi with the remaining warmth.

Mao Chi's hands trembled, and he glanced at the film. The plain CT scan of the chest showed irregular soft tissue density shadows at the anterior edge of the descending aorta, and the possibility of encapsulated hematoma due to rupture of the descending aorta could not be ruled out.

It’s just that he didn’t rule out three words in his heart, the descending aorta was full of ruptures and formed parcels, and once the hematoma ruptured, the person would be gone!

Although he did not do a 64-slice CTA, Mao Chi still made a definite diagnosis for himself—dissecting aneurysm of the descending aorta.

"Look for Boss Zheng and go directly to the operating room," Mao Chi said.

Hurry up and get off the air, there should be no problem. If Boss Zheng can't solve it, he can only have a chest surgery.

Boss Zheng's level is so high, he should be fine.

Mao Chi thought a lot, especially thinking about Boss Zheng's difficult operations that he succeeded time and time again.

Boss Zheng can even perform heart surgery to separate conjoined twins, and treating an aortic dissection is nothing at all.

Mao Chi comforted himself in his heart.

Perhaps it was the blessing of Boss Zheng's halo effect, and Mao Chi felt a little better. Although the hands and feet are cold, this is caused by the spasm of capillaries in the extremities of the hands and feet caused by too much tension.

Don't be nervous, don't be nervous, relax, relax, Mao Chi comforted himself, and the flat car moved again.

...

Zheng Ren was having an operation, and he put his phone in his trouser pocket so that he didn't receive the call.

"Boss, Director Mao said he was considering descending aortic dissection." After receiving the call, Su Yun pressed the button on the intercom and said.

Zheng Ren was knocking on Lin Yuan for surgery, and was slightly taken aback when he heard Su Yun's words.

"Where are people?"

"I did a plain CT scan, and I saw irregular soft tissue density shadows at the anterior edge of the descending aorta. It's being pushed towards us. It's estimated that an emergency angiography will be needed, so I'm going to put on airs." Su Yun said.

Zheng Ren's body moved sideways, and his left shoulder bumped into Lin Yuan's shoulder, pushing her away. Then he crossed his left and right hands, and the operation was completed in a few minutes.

Lin Yuan had already accepted this reality - no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't even get close to Boss Zheng. His technical level is too strong, so strong that he feels powerless.

Seeing Boss Zheng performing the TIPS operation himself, Lin Yuan sighed a long time.

awesome! No matter how many times I used the 3D printed mannequin to train, I was familiar with every point of the operation, and I couldn't figure out how Boss Zheng performed the operation.

After Zheng Ren finished the operation, Lin Yuan pressed to stop the bleeding. He tore off the sterile gown, turned around and left the operating room.

"How long will it be?"

"Who knows." Su Yun glanced at Feng Xuhui.

"There is a big air, I have already prepared it." Feng Xuhui said immediately.

"The first-aid medicines are all in the ambulance car. I just read them in the morning, and they are all there," Xie Yiren said.

Zheng Ren came to the corridor of the operating room and waited quietly for Mao Chi to be pushed over.

Director Mao usually has high blood pressure, but it's not serious. Where did this aortic dissection come from? Zheng Ren was a little puzzled.

Traumatic? Or a sharp object such as a fishbone?

"Yi Ren, has the operating box been sterilized?" Zheng Ren asked.

"Sterilized, ready to use at any time."

"Prepare for the hybrid operating room. If the stent cannot be removed, the chest will be opened directly."

"good."

Su Yun stood beside Zheng Ren with a serious expression on his face. He didn't speak, and everything he said at this time was nonsense.

I haven't even seen the film, so there's nothing to say.

Soon, the doorbell rang, and the head nurse in the operating room opened the door directly, and the flat car pushed in.

Zheng Ren stared at Mao's blood-red system panel, startled for a moment.

"Stupid? Still can't do it?" Su Yun asked in a low voice.

The more you know the person, the harder it is to deal with it. Many doctors are like this. But Su Yun didn't think that his boss had such an idea. Director Miao's surgery was done by the boss. When Director Pan was suspected of having lung cancer, the boss was crying, but he was planning to perform the operation himself.

Don't worry if someone else does it.

"No." Zheng Ren shook his head, strode up to Director Mao, looked at Director Mao and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Boss Zheng." Director Mao held Zheng Ren's hand tremblingly.

At this moment, he felt as if he had been saved.

"Don't be nervous, what's wrong with you?" Zheng Ren comforted Director Mao, and then with the other hand, he took the film handed over by the professor of the Department of Vascular Department with his other hand and glanced at it.

"It hurts behind the sternum. I just felt a tearing pain in my abdomen. I think the dissection of the descending aorta has been torn down." Director Mao Chi said tremblingly.

"Wait a minute, don't push it in." Zheng Ren shook Director Mao's cold hand vigorously, then pulled it out, holding the film and looking at it.

"Boss Zheng, let's have a look at the radiography. The area of ​​the soft tissue radiography is a bit large. I'm afraid the bleeding can't be controlled." Director Zhang Lin of the Circulation Department said.

"I'll take a look, there's no rush." ​​Zheng Ren said.

Everyone fell silent, why is Boss Zheng so steady? Is it in your heart or it has nothing to do with you.

Mao Chi was a little anxious, it was different from what he had imagined.

Shouldn't he go on stage directly after being sent, and then perform the surgery? What is Boss Zheng thinking?

In an instant, Venus danced in front of his eyes, and a surge of heat surged in his chest. He barely raised his head, and just about to open his mouth to speak, a stream of blood spurted out.