Chapter 2321

Sent to the CT room, a group of people followed in, for fear of any accident when Director Mao did CT.

Mao felt the black and white glittering in front of him, mixed with Venus in the middle.

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

I know it's bad, but Mao can't control it.

Don't have an accident. Don't have an accident. Mao can only tell himself that in his heart. How can I die before I reach the age of retirement and have no grandchildren?

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

When the CT was finished, they carried Mao to the flat car.

"Don't go yet. I'll take a look at the film." Mao said softly.

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

"Director Mao, don't worry, don't worry." The professor with the group gently comforted, "even if it's a sandwich, the next big shelf is good."

"What if even the renal artery is torn?" Mao thought quite a lot. At the same time, he vaguely felt a tear like pain coming from his abdomen.

It wouldn't be such a coincidence, Mao Chi thought to himself. Now he felt that his feet were empty and fell into an endless abyss.

The professor with the group really didn't know what to say. He knew that as long as he said a situation, Director Mao would consider the worst. This is inevitable. The more you say it, the more you fear it; The more scared, the higher the blood pressure of Director Mao, until finally an irreversible feedback is formed, until the interlayer breaks.

You'd better shut up.

Soon, the CT image was printed out and handed over to Mao's hand with residual temperature.

Mao's hand trembled and glanced at the film. Plain chest CT scan showed irregular soft tissue density shadow at the leading edge of the descending aorta, which did not rule out the possibility of wrapping hematoma caused by rupture of the descending aorta.

But he didn't rule out three words in his heart. It was full of ruptured descending aorta, forming a package. Once the hematoma ruptured, there would be no one!

Although he didn't do 64 row CTA, Mao gave himself a definite diagnosis - descending aortic dissection aneurysm.

"Find boss Zheng and go directly to the operating room." Mao said.

Get off the shelf quickly. There should be no problem. If boss Zheng can't solve it, he can only have thoracotomy.

Boss Zheng is so good that he should be fine.

Mao thought a lot, especially boss Zheng's successful and difficult surgery again and again.

Boss Zheng can even do the heart conjoined baby separation operation. It's nothing to treat an aortic dissection.

Mao Chi comforted himself in his heart.

Maybe it's boss Zheng's halo. Mao feels a little better. Although both hands and feet are cold, it is caused by capillary spasm at the ends of hands and feet caused by too much tension.

Can't be nervous, can't be nervous, relax, relax, Mao held his heart to comfort himself, and the flat car moved again.

……

Zheng Ren was having surgery. He put his mobile phone into his trouser pocket so that he didn't receive a call.

"Boss, Director Mao said he was considering descending aortic dissection." After su Yun received the call, he pressed the button of the intercom and said.

Zheng renzheng was knocking on Lin Yuan for surgery. When he heard Su Yun's words, he was slightly stunned.

"Where are the people?"

"I did a plain CT scan and saw the irregular soft tissue density shadow at the leading edge of the descending aorta. It's pushing towards us. It's estimated that we need emergency angiography. It's time to get off the shelf." Su yundao.

Zheng Ren moved sideways. His left shoulder hit Lin Yuan's shoulder and pushed her away. Then he crossed his left and right hands and completed the operation in a few minutes.

Lin Yuan has already accepted this reality - no matter how hard he tries, he can't get close to boss Zheng even a little. His technical level is so strong that he feels powerless.

Seeing boss Zheng doing tips surgery himself, Lin Yuan sighed long.

very impressive! No matter how many times you train with the 3D printed manikin, you are familiar with every key point of the operation, and you can't understand how boss Zheng performs the operation.

Zheng Ren finished the operation. Lin Yuan pressed to stop bleeding. He tore off his sterile clothes and turned out of the operating room.

"How long will it take?"

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

"There's a big shelf. I'm ready." Feng Xuhui said immediately.

"All the rescue drugs are in the rescue car. I just looked at them in the morning. They are all ready." Xie said.

Zheng Renlai went to the corridor of the operating room and quietly waited for Mao to be pushed over.

Usually, Director Mao has high blood pressure, but it's not serious. Where did this aortic dissection come from? Zheng Ren has some doubts.

Traumatic? Or stabbed by sharp objects such as fish bones?

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

"Sterilized, ready to use."

"Prepare the hybrid operating room. If you can't get off the stent, open the chest directly."

"OK."

Su Yun stood beside Zheng Ren with a dignified expression. He didn't speak. What he said at this time is nonsense.

I didn't even see the film. There's nothing to say.

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

Zheng Ren looked at Mao's bloody system panel and was stunned.

"Silly? Still can't do it?" Su Yun whispered.

The more familiar people are, the less they can do it. Many doctors are like this. But Su Yun doesn't think his boss has this idea. The boss can slip away from director Miao's operation. When Lao pan was suspected of lung cancer, the boss cried, but he was ready to go to the stage for surgery in person.

I don't trust others to make this product.

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

"Boss Zheng." Director Mao's hand trembled and held Zheng Ren's hand.

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 took a glance at the film handed over by the vascular department and teaching group around him with his other hand.

"It hurts behind the sternum. I just felt tearing pain in my abdomen. I think the descending aortic dissection has been torn down." Director Mao said in a trembling voice.

"Wait a minute. Don't push in yet." Zheng Ren shook Director Mao's cold hand, then took out his hand and watched the film.

"Boss Zheng, let's have an angiogram. The soft tissue shadow area is a little large. I'm afraid I can't control the bleeding." Zhang Lin, director of the circulation department, said.

"I'll take a look. It's not urgent." Zheng Rendao.

Everyone is silent. How can boss Zheng be so stable? Whether you know it or not.

Mao Chi was a little anxious, which was different from what he thought.

Shouldn't you go straight to the stage after being sent and have an operation? What's boss Zheng thinking?

In an instant, Venus was flying in front of him and a heat flow was surging in his chest. Barely raised his head, just about to open his mouth to speak, a stream of blood gushed out.