Chapter 27: The surgery encountered complications. Time was of the essence!The atmosphere in the operating room was eerie. Li Yuan didn’t dare to take a breath and kept his head down, diligently suturing the lung injury.

“Cough, let’s have a chat…” Suddenly, Dr. Qian, the director of the ICU, broke the strange silence, instantly easing the tension. The operating room became lively with chatting.

Director Qian asked Lin Feng, “Lin Feng, let me ask you a question. What do pregnant women and rotten radishes have in common?”

Lin Feng pondered for a moment but couldn’t figure it out. Finally, a nurse said, “Ahem, it seems our Dr. Lin is still a bit innocent… The answer is very simple, it’s censored.”

Lin Feng exclaimed, “?????” as the others laughed at the explicit joke.

In the meantime, Dr. Liang Guomin hesitated. Continuing the surgery had its risks, but not doing so might affect his position in the hospital due to power struggles.

After some contemplation, he continued with the dissection, proceeding cautiously and preserving his strength for the crucial moments ahead. Finally, after an hour, the dissection was complete, and the segment of the aortic dissection was peeled off.

Next was the formal occlusion of the aorta, and Liang Guomin began the process, clamping the dissected segment with the occlusion forceps. He succeeded in this critical step.

The subsequent steps were a race against time, with the spinal cord safety incident looming in their minds. Liang Guomin swiftly incised the dissected area, removed the blood with a suction device, and sutured the artery opening, all in one go.

“Artificial blood vessel, quickly!” he called, and the nurse promptly handed him the artificial blood vessel.

Liang Guomin took a deep breath. “4-0 polypropylene suture!”

He began the proximal anastomosis, starting with the posterior wall and then suturing the anterior wall. With the aorta’s high blood pressure, improper suturing could lead to severe bleeding. Therefore, precise and meticulous suturing ensured even needle spacing and margins.

While demanding such high standards, time was also a pressing concern. It was time to test fundamental skills. Liang Guomin, with the prepared needle and thread, began suturing.

One stitch…

Two stitches…

Three stitches…

Time passed, minute by minute.

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Three minutes…

Seven minutes…

The proximal end was almost sutured.

Suddenly, Liang Guomin staggered and fainted, slipping on the floor.

The proximal aorta stretched over 10 centimeters and ruptured with a loud sound.

The suture had snapped. The aorta’s tissue tore open.

Liang Guomin’s face turned pale. He had messed up!

The entire emergency department, everyone’s heart skipped a beat. The anterior part of the descending aorta tore!

All the previous sutures became invalid!

Now, 7 minutes and 32 seconds had passed…

Out of the total time of 20 minutes,

There were only 12 minutes and 28 seconds left!

This time was insufficient to complete the cutting, replacement with an artificial blood vessel, and re-suturing! Once it exceeded 20 minutes, the patient would inevitably be paralyzed!

There was a high probability of complete paralysis!

The patient’s family might even react violently!

At this moment, the entire operating room fell into dead silence. Everyone stared blankly at the patient. Everyone stared blankly at Liang Guomin. Li Yuan, the assistant, stood there dumbfounded.

The patient lay on the bed, unaware of anything. If they knew, they would probably be furious with Liang Guomin!

Meanwhile, Liang Guomin thought of more consequences. He had consumed alcohol before entering the operating room, and although no one knew about it now, it might come out later. If something went wrong, it would undoubtedly be a medical accident, and his medical career would be ruined!

“Li Yuan, I’m having some health issues. I’ll let you take over. Is that okay?”

Liang Guomin looked at Li Yuan with hope.

Li Yuan’s face changed, and he cried, “Director Liang, I can’t do it. I don’t have the suturing speed required.”

At this moment, the time reached 7 minutes and 53 seconds!

Liang Guomin glanced at the second assistant, Li Wenxian, who shook his head. He couldn’t do it either.

Suddenly, Liang Guomin thought of Lin Feng!

At this critical moment, with Li Yuan unreliable and Li Wenxian unable to do it, only Lin Feng, who had experience in cardiac suturing, could perform this surgery.