bookrandom Chapter 230 The Doctor's Kindness
Chapter 230 The Doctor's Kindness
Jiang Chengyu was driving the Land Rover Range Rover, holding the steering wheel firmly and firmly with both hands, his eyes sharp as torches, looking intently at the road ahead. At this moment, he had only one goal in his mind - to get to the hospital as soon as possible.
Mu Xiaoji was in the back seat, his face as gloomy as the sky before a rainstorm. He held his phone tightly in his hand and quickly dialed Fu Xinglei's number. His voice was trembling:
"Director Fu, what is the patient's condition? Please tell me in detail, the cause of the disease, the condition, and how the patient is now?"
Fu Xinglei was outside the ward, his brows furrowed as if he could kill a fly. He flipped through the medical records and responded loudly:
"The patient was an elderly man in his seventies, and he was unconscious when he was brought to us.
The initial diagnosis was cerebral hemorrhage. The amount of bleeding was enormous. Looking at the brain CT scan, the bleeding points were still bleeding. This situation was simply unheard of and this was the first time I saw it.
Moreover, during the examination, a tumor was found in the brain. The location of the tumor was extremely sensitive, pressing tightly against the central nervous system. The patient could lose vital signs at any time."
When Jiang Chengyu heard this, his brows instantly twisted into a knot and a trace of worry flashed across his eyes, but this worry was like lightning, and was filled with determination in the blink of an eye.
He stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, and the Land Rover Range Rover rushed out with a "boom" like a mad bull. The cars on the road were scared and quickly avoided it.
While Jiang Chengyu was hurrying on his way at lightning speed, he quickly outlined a preliminary surgical plan in his mind. His thoughts were like gears running at high speed, never stopping for a moment.
"The situation is worse than we thought," Jiang Chengyu turned around and shouted to Mu Xiaoji, his voice as cold and hard as steel.
"Quickly notify the operating room to prepare for craniotomy and have the anesthesiologist and nurses in place as quickly as possible.
Also, ask the blood bank to prepare enough blood bags, as this patient may need a large amount of blood transfusion."
Mu Xiaoji nodded hurriedly, his fingers moving rapidly on the phone screen, and he shouted instructions.
Jiang Chengyu pressed the accelerator down again, and the pointer on the dashboard was almost reaching its limit.
He kept repeating to himself: "I must catch up, I must snatch the old man back from the hands of death."
There was a stubbornness in his eyes. In his world, he would never allow the patients of Renxin Hospital to slip through his fingers.
His belief is like a beacon, which is to drive away the disease and allow patients to return home healthy and reunite with their families.
The car stopped steadily with a "squeak" in the parking space of Renxin Hospital. The two jumped out of the car as if their butts were on fire and rushed to the operating room at such a speed that they brought up a gust of wind.
Once we entered the operating room, the atmosphere was as tense as a fully drawn bowstring that seemed ready to explode.
Jiang Chengyu changed into surgical gown and stood there like a steady mountain, his eyes sharp as if he could see through everything.
He reached out to take the disinfectant. His hands were incredibly steady and his disinfection movements were methodical, like a precision machine. Every movement was as precise as if it had been measured with a caliper.
Mu Xiaoji was not idle at the side either, his eyes were wide open as he carefully checked the surgical instruments, muttering to himself:
"Three scalpels, the blades are sharp enough to shave, no problem... Tweezers, all models are correct, no problem either..." After confirming that everything was correct, he arranged the instruments neatly with a serious face so that Jiang Chengyu could easily grab them.
"Is everyone ready?" Jiang Chengyu asked calmly. His voice was not loud, but it sounded like a war drum in the quiet operating room.
"Ready!" The team members responded in unison, and the sound made the air buzz.
"Anesthesiologist, blood pressure, heart rate?" Jiang Chengyu's eyes were like lightning.
"The anesthesia has taken effect and the operation can begin." The anesthesiologist answered loudly.
"The blood pressure has stabilized. There's no problem. We can start." The nurse in charge of monitoring blood pressure said immediately.
"The heart rate is slowly returning to normal. We can start." another nurse also shouted.
Mu Xiaoji didn't even blink, and said with full concentration: "Shall we start?"
"Start!" Jiang Chengyu's voice was as decisive as a general giving the order to charge.
He picked up the scalpel. The blade flashed coldly under the shadowless light, like the smile of the god of death.
The knife fell and the skin was cut accurately. Blood oozed out, but Jiang Chengyu acted as if he didn't see it. His eyes were as steady as a pool of deep water. All his attention was focused on the surgical field. He was so focused that it was as if nothing else in the world existed except the operating table.
Mu Xiaoji was like a loyal guard, his eyes never left the operation process.
He quickly picked up the suction device, and with gentle and agile movements, as if he was touching a rare treasure, he gently sucked away the seeping blood, muttering softly, "Be careful not to affect the professor's operation."
As the operation progressed, beads of sweat began to appear on Jiang Chengyu's forehead. It was a fine layer at first, and then slowly became more and more. The sweat beads sparkled under the light, sliding down his cheeks and some dripping onto his surgical gown, but he seemed to feel nothing and his eyes were still so focused.
He carefully avoided the nerves and blood vessels that were as complicated as a spider web, and slowly advanced towards the location of the tumor. He looked so cautious as if he was defusing a bomb that could explode at any time.
When approaching the tumor, Jiang Chengyu's movements became lighter and slower, and every movement was like carving a peerless work of art.
He picked up the special instrument and whispered to Mu Xiaoji: "Xiaoji, hand me the No. 3 separating forceps, quickly!"
Mu Xiaoji immediately handed it over, staring at the surgical site, and whispered, "Little Monster, hold on."
Jiang Chengyu took the forceps and separated the tumor and surrounding tissues bit by bit. He looked so focused as if he and the tumor were the only ones fighting in the world.
Time slipped away quietly in the tense atmosphere. Jiang Chengyu's forehead was already covered with sweat. The sweat flowed into his eyes, stinging them painfully, but he didn't even blink.
He threw himself into this battle with death. Every movement he made was like dancing on the edge of a cliff. If he was not careful, all his efforts would be wasted, because every movement was closely tied to the patient's life or death.
Finally, with Mu Xiaoji's perfect cooperation, the tumor was successfully removed.
Jiang Chengyu secretly breathed a sigh of relief, like a soldier who had won a battle, but he had no time to rest, and immediately concentrated on dealing with the problem of cerebral hemorrhage.
His hands were like two nimble butterflies, dancing lightly among the brain tissues, stopping bleeding and repairing them. Every movement was done in one go, smoothly and effortlessly.
Mu Xiaoji was helping to sew the wound. The needle and thread in his hands seemed to have life, moving flexibly across the wound. Every stitch was done just right and tightly.
After the last stitch was completed, Jiang Chengyu and Mu Xiaoji looked at each other, their eyes full of fatigue, but also relief in their fatigue, just like seeing a rainbow after a storm.
They successfully won this difficult battle and pulled the patient back from the clutches of death.
The surgical team pushed the bed slowly out of the operating room. Various instruments and equipment around the bed displayed the patient's vital signs and made regular beeping sounds.
Jiang Chengyu and Mu Xiaoji looked a little tired, but their eyes were still determined. They followed closely behind the bed.
At this time, President Bai had already been pacing anxiously at the door of the operating room. As soon as he saw the operating staff coming out, he rushed over.
His face was full of worry and anxiety. He grabbed Jiang Chengyu and Mu Xiaoji's arms and asked with a trembling voice, "Doctor, how is my father?"
Jiang Chengyu and Mu Xiaoji stopped and slowly took off their masks. When President Bai saw Jiang Chengyu's face, his eyes suddenly lit up and he was surprised: "Mr. Jiang, it turns out... it turns out that you left the club in a hurry... because of my father! Really..." He choked up a little, his eyes were full of emotion and guilt.
Jiang Chengyu gently patted President Bai on the shoulder and comforted him, "President Bai, don't worry, the operation was successful.
However, the old man is old after all, his body functions have declined, and various indicators are not up to standard, which may cause some trouble.
We will continue to carefully monitor his recovery in the intensive care unit and make further adjustments based on the specific data and performance.
We will do our best to ensure that the old man can return home healthy and well."
After hearing Jiang Chengyu's words, President Bai heaved a sigh of relief, tears in his eyes: "Oh, with President Jiang's words, my heart, which has been hanging in the air, is much more at ease.
You don’t know, while I was waiting here, my mind was like a mess, all kinds of bad thoughts popped up.”
"Thank you... Thank you both." President Bai thanked them repeatedly, so excited that he didn't know what to do.
"President Bai, you don't have to be polite. Doctors are compassionate and saving lives and healing the wounded is what we should do." Mu Xiaoji said modestly with a gentle smile on his face.
The nurses and other medical staff around were all pleased when they saw this scene. They knew that behind every operation, there was not only the doctor's superb medical skills, but also the warm emotional connection between the doctor and the patient.
Jiang Chengyu nodded to President Bai, walked into the intensive care unit, and said to the medical staff with a serious look: "Everyone listen carefully, this rescue mission is arduous and cannot afford any mistakes."
He walked to the bedside and personally watched the infusion being adjusted to the appropriate position: "For the infusion, we must ensure that the liquid is injected evenly and accurately. The blood vessels of the elderly are weak and degenerate, and they are not as unobstructed as those of young people. Therefore, the amount and time of each bag must be strictly controlled, and there must be no mistakes."
"Understood, we always keep that in mind," the nurse responded.
He looked at the instruments again: "These instruments are our eyes. They need to be checked and calibrated regularly. Every piece of data is crucial. Record the data every half an hour. If there is any abnormal fluctuation, report it immediately."
"Yes, Professor Jiang." The medical staff responded.
Jiang Chengyu glanced at the medical staff and said, "Also, when caring for patients, you must be gentle, especially when treating wounds, and you must strictly follow aseptic techniques.
We must maintain absolute sterility here, which is the key to ensuring patient safety."
"We have followed your standards!" the medical staff responded respectfully.
He turned and looked at everyone: "Very good, we are racing against time with the god of death, everyone cheer up and communicate with each other immediately if there is any new situation, don't delay."
Mu Xiaoji added calmly, "Yes, everyone, please work hard and pay more attention. In the future, I will give you extra rewards after such difficult operations. Come on, everyone!"
"Thank you, Mr. Mu, for your sympathy." Everyone said with a smile.
Outside the ICU, President Bai watched all this silently, his eyes full of worry.
After Jiang Chengyu finished his instructions, he took Mu Xiaoji's hand and said softly, "Are you tired today? I'll take you home to have a good rest."
Mu Xiaoji wiped the sweat off Jiang Chengyu's forehead with his sleeve and said, "I'm not tired. You're the one who's worked the hardest. I'll cook beef and egg noodles for you when I get home."
Jiang Chengyu smiled brightly and walked straight to the door of the intensive care unit.
When he saw President Bai, Mu Xiaoji said, "President Bai, don't be nervous. There are medical staff here. You can go back and rest first. We will notify you in time if there are any problems. It's useless for you to stand here at the moment."
Jiang Chengyu said with a smile: "Xiao Ji is right, let's go back!"
President Bai held Jiang Chengyu's hand tightly and said excitedly: "Thank you, President Jiang; thank you, President Mu; you two must be exhausted after more than eight hours of surgery. I have booked a meal at the Yingbin Hotel. Let's have a simple meal together!"
Mu Xiaoji declined politely, "President Bai, you really don't have to be polite. First, Jiang Chengyu has suffered a serious injury to his lumbar spine and needs to rest. Second, when patients come to our hospital, they are our relatives. As doctors, we will do our best to treat them."
"Boss Mu, you are truly kind-hearted and loving, and your love is boundless!"
Mu Xiaoji raised his hands and clasped his fists, saying, "President Bai, goodbye. We are going home to rest!"
"Thank you for your hard work, take care." President Bai said politely.
Watching Jiang Chengyu holding Mu Xiaoji's hand, they disappeared at the end of the corridor in big strides.