White armor

Chapter 468 This operation is very painful. Call Xiaoluohao
"Boss." Gu Huaiming did not persuade him, but just called him softly.

"Let's take it." Boss Zhou said calmly, "Be careful before the operation. I'll contact the medical department, explain, record and videotape. By the way, it's very difficult for patients to survive after going on stage, do you know that?"

Boss Zhou said this and looked at the patient's family.

These words sounded a bit harsh, and coupled with Boss Zhou's face full of vicissitudes and indifference, and a head full of silver hair, it seemed that the same words spoken from Boss Zhou's mouth would be more powerful than those spoken from Gu Huaiming.

The patient's family was stunned for a moment, but still knelt down and begged Boss Zhou to do something.

They were powerless and could only beg.

"Speak nicely. The child's life is already in countdown. You are wasting the child's time by making such a fuss." Boss Zhou reprimanded sternly.

There seemed to be no mercy in Boss Zhou's mood, he just dealt with the matter at hand.

"..."

"..."

The patient's parents were stunned for a moment, nodded subconsciously, and their eyes were red.

"If you have anything to say, just say it now, and cooperate when it's time to sign. If the operation is successful, it's fate; if the operation fails, it's also fate. It's fate, and you have to accept it."

"Boss." Gu Huaiming called again.

"What old man? No place in the country dares to accept this patient." Old Zhou said calmly, "We are a military hospital, we are not afraid of trouble. As long as we have agreed in advance, everyone knows what is going on. Don't point fingers at me, Doctor Zhou, and say I don't keep my word."

"We, and you, are all for the patients. But let me be frank: we are only 1 percent sure."

After hearing what Boss Zhou said, the patient's mother burst into tears.

Boss Zhou didn't listen to their crying, and his expression and mood didn't change at all. He turned around and left with his hands behind his back.

"Boss, what do you want to talk to me about?" Gu Huaiming didn't want to listen to the patient's family crying, so he chased Boss Zhou out.

"Xiao Luohao showed me the 3D naked-eye video of Central Street." Boss Zhou was no longer sleepy when he talked about this, and he was very interested. "Take a look."

As he spoke, Boss Zhou took out his cell phone and showed it to Gu Huaiming.

Little conch trumpet...Now Gu Huaiming felt a headache when he heard these three words.

Luo Hao was just too good at flattering... He was too good at providing emotional value to the boss. Gu Huaiming even felt that if it had been 25 years earlier, the position of department director would not have been his, and the boss would have definitely left it to Luo Hao.

After filming Dingjun Mountain for Boss Chai, his own boss became jealous. Luo Hao kept silent for half a year and finally produced Thousand Riders and Pinggang.

Gu Huaiming has watched Senkijuan Pinggang countless times. Even though it was not Boss Zhou himself, Gu Huaiming still felt that the film was full of emotional value.

And now, the boss wants to go on the 3D naked-eye screen on Central Avenue?

Large 3D screens with naked eyes are not uncommon, but most of them feature animated characters. How can I use them if my boss wants to?
Gu Huaiming was confused and took the phone.

Facing you is a close-up of the boss, and the picture of the rising sun makes people feel calm.

The left hand is Bamboo, and the right hand is Dahei. Half of Dahei's face has been modified with special effects, so he doesn't look so scary.

A red-crowned crane was flying overhead, and its call could be faintly heard.

Not to mention what can be accomplished, just the fact that this scene appeared on Central Avenue and was seen by millions of tourists must have made the boss extremely happy.

"That's not it." Gu Huaiming took a few glances.

"Xiao Luohao let me choose the materials myself. I think this is good. What do you think?" Boss Zhou said calmly.

"This is indeed good." Gu Huaiming said, "Boss, if the patient is admitted..."

As he said this, he left a trailing syllable as a blank.

"Treat him normally." Boss Zhou said, "No one dares to perform surgery on the child. To be honest, I don't dare to do it either. But what if I don't dare? There is still a 1% chance of success if he comes here. If he stays at home, he will just wait to die.

Come on stage, life and death are determined by fate, wealth and honor are determined by God. I am old, how can I be afraid of them making trouble? "

Gu Huaiming nodded.

The boss is not afraid of medical disputes or self-media.

912 is different from other hospitals and has its own confidence.

The dean has a guard with an gun, and the boss might have one too depending on his rank, but the boss says it’s not necessary.

Gu Huaiming knew that his boss was being kind. Otherwise, no hospital would be willing to admit the child, and he would have died at home.

Just take a chance of one percent, that's all.

But that's just the logic. It's really a headache to think about it. The tumor of nearly 60 cm was in the mediastinum. Gu Huaiming felt that the little patient had been drained dry, and his heart and lungs were crushed.

How is the surgery performed?
But since the boss had spoken, Gu Huaiming had no choice but to bite the bullet and admit the patient and prepare for the operation.

……

A day later, the patient came to the hospital "alive".

But it's just being alive, and it looks more like dying at any moment.

Because the tumor in the chest cavity compressed the respiratory tract, when Gu Huaiming saw the patient, he had already experienced persistent difficulty breathing.

For several months, the patient could only sleep in a 70-80 degree sitting position and left prone position every day.

Gu Huaiming suggested immediate surgery, but problems also arose: the treatment team was not sure whether they could completely remove the tumor, and the patient was unable to even lie down, so how could they anesthetize him?

Sitting anesthesia?
never seen it.

The huge tumor was located in the center of the chest mediastinum, and had extensively invaded and compressed important vital organs such as the heart, large blood vessels, trachea, bilateral lungs, left and right main bronchi, and bilateral lungs.

And the patient couldn't lie down.

Gu Huaiming tried it and found that as long as the patient lay down, the blood oxygen saturation dropped rapidly, and there were even signs of sudden death.

"Boss, what do you think we should do?" Gu Huaiming asked Boss Zhou to come for rounds, took a look at the patient, and told him the problem.

"What should we do? Of course we have to have surgery. When we performed surgery under general anesthesia back then, we didn't even have a ventilator, but we did it anyway." Boss Zhou reprimanded harshly.

"..." Gu Huaiming was silent. The boss hadn't scolded him like this for many years. It seemed that the boss was really soft-hearted this time and wanted to give the child some chance.

"Ten years ago, if you had given me a hand, the surgery could still have been done." Boss Zhou also knew the problem and said softly, "Unfortunately, I'm old now."

"Go ask Academician He and others to take a look? Have a consultation?" Gu Huaiming suggested.

"It doesn't matter who we hire. We both know the problem." Boss Zhou thought for a moment and said, "Go ahead. I'll try. But I can only do the surgery for about an hour. If it's longer, the quality won't be guaranteed."

"Boss, forget it, you take a rest, I'll do it."

Gu Huaiming swallowed his saliva, feeling bitter.

Prepare for surgery.

The patient's condition is critical. If he doesn't undergo surgery immediately, he will only have half a month to a month to live.

Gu Huaiming asked his most capable subordinates to lead a group of professors to communicate with the patients' families and complete the preliminary procedures.

It only took 3 days, and the patient was taken to the operating room early in the morning.

This was a difficult operation, the most difficult one Gu Huaiming had ever experienced.

One percent chance? Gu Huaiming used to think so, but now he feels that there is not even one percent chance, and the patient will die on the operating table if nothing unexpected happens.

Forget it, it’s better to die.

Gu Huaiming recalled that the patient had not been able to lie flat for several months, and now even if he was sitting, he had to use all his strength to breathe.

It was like a pair of large hands were strangling his throat, making it impossible for him to breathe.

It’s better to die, so as not to suffer.

But you have to bear this risk yourself.

While changing clothes, Gu Huaiming advised again, "Boss, you should take a rest. If you don't have to go, don't go."

"What are you talking about?" Boss Zhou seemed to be holding Huang on his left and Qingcang on his right, and he looked 10 years younger. "If I go on stage, the operation can be finished 3 hours earlier. It's always better to finish it earlier."

"And I've never seen a mediastinal tumor this big before. Let's give it a try."

Boss Zhou changed his clothes but didn't get up. He sat there in a daze, as if thinking about something.

Gu Huaiming knew clearly that his boss was simulating an operation.

Before every major operation, the boss would review the surgical manual at home.

Even though he was the one who compiled the science of surgery, the boss still wanted to read it.

This is a way of meditation. The boss uses this method to stabilize his emotions so that he can exert 120% of his strength when undergoing surgery.

Just as he was thinking about it, suddenly a breath came from the corridor that was invisible but made Gu Huaiming's heart beat.

Someone is running.

"Director Gu! The patient's heart has stopped beating!!"

Hey!
Gu Huaiming cursed. Sure enough, something happened, and it was his own fault.

Boss Zhou suddenly opened his eyes and stood up.

"Boss, you take a rest, I'll go take a look." Gu Huaiming trotted out.

"what happened?"

"Director Gu, the patient's heart stopped just as we were about to give him anesthesia!" said the circulating nurse with a sad face.

"A seat?"

"Yes! I didn't dare let the patient lie down."

Gu Huaiming sighed. The patient died before the operation could be performed. What a big deal.

You can't even try, that's fate.

We rushed to the operating room, and the anesthesiologist was so skilled that he restored the patient's heartbeat in less than a minute, put him on a ventilator, and began assisted breathing to reduce the load on his heart and lungs.

Gu Huaiming breathed a sigh of relief, and his heart was half relieved.

Fortunately, we were in 912. If we were in even a provincial tertiary hospital, the quality of the anesthesiologist would not be enough and the patient might not be able to be saved.

You have to know that the patient had a 60cm large tumor in the mediastinum, and the heart had been pressed to an unknown place.

The anesthesiologist's assistant supported the patient and looked at Gu Huaiming eagerly.

He didn't dare lay the patient flat, because if he did, the heart would stop.

"Director Gu, please look." The anesthesiologist was also helpless and asked politely.

The meaning is already obvious.

But before Gu Huaiming could say anything, even more chaotic noises came from the corridor behind him.

"Mr. Zhou, Mr. Zhou!"

I am!

Gu Huaiming's heart stopped beating instantly and his hands and feet became cold.

What happened to the boss?!

Gu Huaiming walked out of the operating room without bending his knees and was shocked to see Boss Zhou lying on the ground, surrounded by an anesthesiologist wearing a flowery hat who was listening to his heart with a stethoscope.

The boss got anxious and froze...Gu Huaiming's eyes went blank and stars flickered.

Ordinarily it shouldn’t be.

Trying to calm himself down, Gu Huaiming walked quickly towards his boss.

At this time, someone came running over with an ECG monitor and installed it for Boss Zhou.

The St segment was elevated, but overall it was okay. As soon as Gu Huaiming saw it clearly, someone gave Mr. Zhou an acupuncture needle and applied medicine.

This is the operating room 912. The technology is incredibly advanced. It’s okay, it’s okay, Gu Huaiming comforted himself.

"Why is he so upset? This guy really needs to accept his old age." Boss Zhou muttered with his eyes half closed.

"Boss, don't talk, stay quiet, it's okay, it's okay." Gu Huaiming knelt beside Boss Zhou and comforted him. "How is the patient?"

“……”Gu Huaiming was speechless.

This is the only thing that makes people complain about the boss in his life, and it’s already this time.

If it weren't for him, no hospital would dare to admit the patient. Now he is dead too.

"The patient has been restored to health and is on a ventilator. He will be sent to the ICU in a while. I will go and explain this to the patient's family."

"Wait a moment."

"???"

Gu Huaiming looked at his boss, countless questions arose in his mind.

The boss certainly can't do it, but I can do it myself, but I really have no idea how to do it. The patient is always in a sitting position, how can I do a thoracic surgery while sitting?
"This operation... is very laborious. Even asking Academician He won't work." Boss Zhou muttered, "Give me the phone."

Although Gu Huaiming had countless questions in his mind, he still obediently handed over the boss's phone.

Mr. Zhou used all his strength to open his eyes, and his fingers were shaking so much that he could see afterimages.

"Boss, take a break. I'll call home later."

Mr. Zhou really didn't even have the strength to make a phone call, and he seemed to be enduring severe pain. Sweat was already soaking through his forehead and temples.

"Call Xiao Luohao and ask him to come and do it with you. He's young and has a good waist."

“!!!” Gu Huaiming was stunned.

I haven't done it myself, but Luo Hao has? !

Gu Huaiming was stunned for a few seconds. Boss Zhou opened his eyes and looked at him silently.

"Boss, go get the IV and get checked. I'll call Xiao Luo." Gu Huaiming had no choice but to agree. "If there's anything, I'll report to you right away."

……

……

Luo Hao did not have surgery today and was receiving a humanoid robot.

Technician No. 66 drooled as he looked at the robot. The feeling of fantasy coming true filled his body, as if he had already seen the robot bride.

"Sixth Brother, what are you doing?" Chen Yong did not go to help. He was weaker than Luo Hao in hands-on ability, so he didn't mind the ugliness.

"Xiao Chen, do you think Musk's girlfriend robot is similar to this?"

"It's much worse. The girlfriend robot needs to run much less programs, and it just needs to give a little response. This, the first generation version, can be pressed, and it has a lot of redundancy and can be upgraded anytime and anywhere."

"Upgrade?" asked Technician No. 66.

"Yes, I have to adapt to various situations in the operating room, and I have to be an instrument nurse in the future. This is almost the end. Luo Hao said that I can perform surgery and be an assistant. I think it will take more than three years."

Robots performing surgery?!
Technician No. 66 didn't feel any of this high-end concept. What he saw was a robot that could move freely. In his mind, he naturally put a coat on the robot and turned it into Eimi Fukada.

Of course Chen Yong knew the dirty thoughts in Technician No. 66's mind, but there was no need to reprimand him. It was human nature.

If the robot is waterproof, technician No. 66 can stay in the department and let the robot wash his feet in the future.

It doesn't cost any money. For Technician No. 66, it's almost like being covered by medical insurance. It just costs a little electricity.

"Professor Luo has a solid foundation in martial arts, and his hands are really deft." Technician No. 66 was in a good mood and exclaimed in admiration.

"There is no connection between these two things." Chen Yong squinted his eyes and watched Luo Hao and the engineer assemble the robot bit by bit.

"Hahaha, just kidding. This thing looks really good. Is it going to steal Lao Meng's job? I remember Lao Meng rushed to pack up the lead vest for Professor Luo, and later he could only stand outside to apply pressure to stop the bleeding."

"No wonder the workers in the UK smashed the machines. Aren't all the jobs taken over by machines? Doctor Chen, you said that everything will be robots in the future. Will there be no need for doctors in the future?"

"Lao Meng? He has more important work to do." Chen Yong did not answer the last sentence of Technician No. 66, but just said what he knew.

"What job?" Technician No. 66 wondered. Is there a more important job?

Chen Yong smiled and said nothing.

"Xiao Chen, you can calculate the time, right? A friend of mine opened a massage parlor. Can you help calculate the opening time when you are free?"

Chen Yong glanced at Technician No. 66 and nodded.

We are all old acquaintances, so it is inappropriate to talk about money.

If someone were to come to me, I probably wouldn't be able to afford a foot massage parlor.

"Hey, thanks! I know it's more expensive to ask you to calculate. By the way, I think you should have a charging entry every time before the show starts." Technician No. 66 knew he was right and asked with gritted teeth. When he saw Chen Yong agreed, his mouth was grinning from ear to ear.

"Ga!" Chen Yong was stunned.

Technician No. 66's thinking is really scattered. I didn't expect this to happen.

"I remember there was a patient who was allergic to lidocaine. If it weren't for you, the patient would have needed a major rescue. Regardless of whether he could survive, the suffering of the rescue alone was enough to make him suffer."

"Later, patients who were hospitalized would come to you and never look for anyone else."

"Oh, Old He, he's fine now." Chen Yong was a little proud.

As he spoke, Luo Hao and the engineer had already assembled the robot.

"Chen Yong, come here." Luo Hao waved.

Chen Yong knew what he had to do, so he lay down directly on the flatbed.

After the robot was awakened, its eyes glowed green and it began searching.

"Luo Hao, green light is not good, change the color. Green looks cryptic, and patients may find it difficult to accept it." Chen Yong began to give suggestions from the patient's perspective.

"Oh, I see."

"You just talk nicely, but I've given you advice about Erhei's eyes so many times, can't you change the color?"

"Black? White? Red? No matter what color it is, it's like it's haunted." Luo Hao sighed. Robots are different from real people and always trigger some associations.

So, we can only make do with it.

"It won't work if you look carefully." Chen Yong said seriously.

"Okay, okay, let's change it." Luo Hao said perfunctorily.

In Luo Hao's opinion, these things are actually not important. Just build the architecture first, and then modify it bit by bit.

"Look at your perfunctory attitude. Let me tell you..."

As Chen Yong continued to talk, the robot began to press on his right groin area.

"The strength is okay, but the eyes are too scary." Chen Yong continued.

A piece of black cloth was placed over the robot's eyes.

"Fuck! You are too good at fooling people. That's it?" Chen Yong was surprised.

"Isn't it better to look at it this way?"

Chen Yong wanted to question it, but after a closer look, he found it was indeed a little more pleasing to the eye. He couldn't speak against his conscience, so Chen Yong remained silent.

"How's the intensity?"

"It's OK. It should be fine. Wait fifteen minutes. I'll see how the robot applies the pressure bandage."

"Let Lao Meng find an old patient who is highly cooperative, and we'll try using the robot." Luo Hao said with a smile.

Every step is critical, every step is a leap forward.

Look, it’s in the hospital, and it’s taking on some of the medical work.

At least in the future, only one of Lao Meng and Zhuang Yan will be able to come back with the patient. And later on... Luo Hao has already begun to imagine what the future will look like.

[As the saying goes, a man is a boy until he dies~~~]

"Hello, boss."

"Ah?! Director Gu, what happened to the boss?"

"Are you sure? What medicine did you use? How is it now? Did you do an angiography?"

Luo Hao suddenly became nervous.

On the other side, Gu Huaiming explained a few words and then began to convey the boss's meaning.

"Uh, Director Gu, I didn't hear you clearly just now. How big was the tumor?"

"Almost 60cm?! Mediastinal tumor? Are you sure?"

"Fuck, the patient's heart stopped beating on the stage before he was even given anesthesia?!"

Luo Hao was stunned.

Everything Gu Huaiming said didn't sound like what an old cardiothoracic surgeon would say.

At the same time, the "Ding Dong~" task reminder sound rang in my ears.

Luo Hao knew very well that this was a mission related to the imperial capital. He took a quick glance and confirmed it without even looking at the mission reward. "Where is the patient?"

"She's sitting on the operating table. She can't lie down. If she does, she'll stop breathing and her heart won't beat."

“……” Luo Hao’s hands felt a little numb.

Lying on the operating table, this is the common way of saying it.

But Luo Hao had never heard of sitting on an operating table in his life, let alone having performed a surgery under general anesthesia.

“I didn’t think it was necessary, but the boss insisted.”

"Okay, I'll book the ticket right away... The next flight is coming, Director Gu, please find a car to pick me up at the airport."

Just as he was about to hang up the phone, Gu Huaiming suddenly said, "Luo Hao, wait a moment."

"how?"

"The boss said that this surgery is very costly and should be done by young people. Do you know what that means?"

"???"

In a flash, Luo Hao understood what his boss meant.

During normal surgery, the patient can stand in front of the operating table and lower his head. If the position is uncomfortable, the operating table can be raised or lowered.

But what about patients who cannot lie down?
The operating table cannot be raised or lowered while standing, so I can only do it while riding...

This is what it means to waste your waist.

Okay, okay~~~ Luo Hao didn't care and said directly, "Okay, I'll book the ticket."

After hanging up the phone, Luo Hao took out his phone and said, "Chen Yong, tell Lao Liu that the Imperial Capital Flying Knife is coming."

Chen Yong was far away and only saw Luo Hao answering a phone call. He was chatting with technician No. 66 and did not hear what Luo Hao said.

Suddenly he asked for the Imperial Capital Flying Knife, and Chen Yong was stunned.

"What patient needs the Imperial Capital Flying Knife? Who will come?" Chen Yong asked, "You want me to pick it up?"

Luo Hao must be crazy. He knows he has road rage, but he still goes to pick it up himself.

How serious the situation is!
"We are going to the Imperial Capital to fly the knives, not the Imperial Capital. Go and ask Old Liu to prepare. You don't need to bring equipment. 912 has everything."

Luo Hao finished speaking hurriedly, and his phone had already reached the ticket booking interface.

At 11 o'clock, there was a flight to Capital International Airport, which was a blessing in disguise.

Click, book tickets, luckily there are seats available.

Before Luo Hao placed the order, a black shadow suddenly began to sway in front of him, as if he was taking a driving test.

(End of this chapter)