White armor

Chapter 469 I seem to have the authority
Zhuang Yan tried hard to make herself appear in the sight of senior brother Luo Hao.

She didn't dare to speak, but just tried to make herself present so that her senior brother would remember her. Her face flushed red, and it was almost as if there were subtitles on it to remind Luo Hao.

"Xiao Zhuang, you... forget it, let's go together, take a look and gain some clinical experience." Luo Hao compromised directly, and while Zhuang Yan was not yet happy, he said, "Tell Lao Meng to take good care of the house."

"Oh." Zhuang Yan nodded.

"Please help me test this. I have something to do." Luo Hao said politely to the engineer.

But although he was polite, his words were a little cold and harsh. It was an explanation rather than a discussion.

Turning around, Luo Hao strode away, his cell phone having already dialed Shen Zizai's number.

"Director, 912 has a flying knife, time is tight, and the consultation is on the stage. I have to leave now. Please give me a leave."

"Yes, yes, yes, come back as soon as possible. If everything goes well, tomorrow's surgery won't be delayed."

"Chen Yong, come with me. This operation... will hurt your back, so it needs to be done by a young person."

As he spoke, Luo Hao's voice became faint.

Technician No. 66 stared blankly at the direction where Luo Hao left. After an unknown amount of time, he sighed, "Awesome."

"Sixth Brother, where is Professor Luo going? Why is he leaving in such a hurry?" Fan Dongkai poked his head out wearing a lead vest.

"Old Fan, he's going to 912 Flying Knife, there's an emergency consultation on the stage." Technician No. 66 said softly.

Fan Dongkai's eyes almost popped out.

The provincial capital went to 912 Flying Knife? What happened to 912? Military exercise? Or was there a mission? No one was at home, so Luo Hao had to go to save Taiwan?

One of the top three large hospitals in the country actually needs flying surgery?

Countless questions filled Fan Dongkai's mind, making his thinking a little confused.

Technician No. 66 felt inexplicably proud at this moment, as if he was the one who went to 912 with the flying knife.

"Old Fan, Professor Luo is awesome! This is the first time I've seen someone from our hospital invited to the Imperial City for a consultation, and on stage!"

"..."

"They are eagerly waiting for Professor Luo to come over there, they are so anxious."

"..."

Fan Dongkai had no idea what Technician No. 66 was talking about. He must have fainted.

"What patient?" Seeing Technician No. 66 spitting and saying some weird and bizarre things, Fan Dongkai had to interrupt him.

"I don't know. It seems to be a mediastinal tumor, a 60cm tumor." Technician No. 66 gestured.

When he opened his right hand, there was about 22cm between his thumb and index finger. Technician No. 66 measured it frequently, so he knew it very well.

After all, the 20cm joke has long been ingrained into the heart of Technician No. 66, and it is one of his regrets in this life.

One, two, three times. Technician No. 66 knew it was a little too much, but he was shocked by the length of his own gesture.

"Fuck, such a big tumor, in the chest cavity?!" Technician No. 66 was shocked as he looked at the length of his finger.

"..."

Fan Dongkai felt that Technician No. 66 must have gone crazy.

Is it necessary to treat such a large tumor? Is it still meaningful? Besides, the patient would have died long ago when the tumor grew to such a large size.

He must have heard it wrong. He had only seen a tumor of this size twice in the literature and never saw one normally.

It must be that technician No. 66 is unreliable and said something wrong.

But before Fan Dongkai's eyebrows could fall, Technician No. 66 continued, "It seems that it was Director Gu who called just now. The patient didn't even have time for anesthesia. As soon as he lay down, his breathing and heartbeat stopped."

"!!!"

"There's nothing we can do. Mr. Zhou wants Professor Xiao Luo to perform the surgery. You said the plane will take at least four or five hours to arrive. What should we do during this time? Professor Fan." asked technician No. 66.

Although he felt very awesome, the more he talked about it, the more panicked he became. It felt so unreal.

This patient is doomed to die. What's the point of Professor Luo going there? Can he bring the dead back to life?

"Why does Professor Luo have to go?" Fan Dongkai asked.

"They said this surgery is very costly." Technician No. 66 gave a reason that even he didn't believe.

……

……

After changing his clothes, Luo Hao gathered his documents and drove straight to the airport.

Security check, waiting, boarding starts at 10:10.

The atmosphere in the medical team was a bit depressing. After learning about the situation, even Liu Yiyi, who was not supposed to go on stage and was just there to observe, lowered her head.

The tumor was 60cm in diameter and the patient's breathing and heart stopped beating when he lay down. Luo Hao had no idea how to perform the operation.

That is 912, which is Boss Zhou’s requirement. Otherwise, Liu Yiyi would suspect that someone had set a trap for Professor Luo and asked him to jump into it.

When boarding the plane, the flight attendant greeted each passenger with his hands in a standard gesture.

It’s just that today the steward’s eyes were a little sharp, unlike usual, it was just professional courtesy.

"Hello... are you Professor Luo?" the flight attendant suddenly asked.

“Hmm?” Luo Hao paused, but seemed to remember something and nodded.

"Our company has upgraded your cabin for free." The flight attendant smiled and made a gesture of invitation.

Chen Yong, Liu Yiyi and Zhuang Yan behind him were all stunned.

"Here, if you need anything, you can come to me directly. Our company..." The chief flight attendant kept speaking polite professional language.

Luo Hao didn't hesitate and sat directly in the first-class seat.

"You only bought the first-class ticket for yourself?" Chen Yong was a little unhappy.

"I bought it too late, so all the tickets were economy class. I guess the backend checked my identity, communicated with the first-class passengers, and switched me to another flight," Luo Hao explained.

"..."

"..."

Several people were speechless.

Chen Yong, Liu Yiyi, and Zhuang Yan came to the economy class at the back and sat down. Liu Yiyi asked in a low voice, "Professor Luo also has this treatment? It shouldn't be possible. Other professors don't have this."

"That shouldn't be the case. I heard from my master that only people at the academician level and above will receive special treatment. In the system, even the vice-ministerial level is not enough, you have to be at the ministerial level."

“!!!” Liu Yiyi was silent.

Professor Luo Haoluo indeed achieved three successes in one year, shocking the entire academic circle.

But the level won't be raised that quickly after all.

Why do I get special treatment when I take a plane?

If there is, then there is. If the leader of the medical team receives ministerial-level treatment, then doesn’t that mean I will have a future at the bureau-level as well?
"Luo Hao is such a dog. He has a first-class cabin. I don't have to sit in first class. I am not worried about the lack of wealth but the inequality of it. This is too much."

"Stop nagging. Professor Luo has made his way on his own. If you have the ability, you should also leave your name behind the scenes." Liu Yiyi advised.

"Just wait for me, there will definitely be such a day!"

Chen Yong expressed his dissatisfaction.

But it was just talk. Chen Yong sat comfortably in his seat and yawned.

"Xiao Zhuang, what are you thinking about?" Chen Yong asked.

"I'm not thinking about anything. We should leave first when we get off the plane." Zhuang Yan said in a low voice.

"why?"

"I once took a flight with my boss. I was a secretary and sat in the back. When the plane was taxiing, the flight attendant came to me and asked me to carry my luggage to the front and open the cabin door. My boss left first."

"..."Chen Yong was a little envious.

The plane began to taxi and Chen Yong took out a blindfold and put it on.

"you are tired?"

"I don't know what the surgery requires me to do, but from what Luo Hao said, it might be physical work. Orthopedics, like lifting thighs. I'll just take care of myself first and not embarrass myself at 912. Luo Hao is a bastard. He usually doesn't talk and seems to be too embarrassed, but he's actually very nervous in front of the boss." Chen Yong said sullenly, wearing a mask.

But the plane taxied for a few minutes and then stopped on the runway.

The noise and questioning in the cabin were like boiling water, growing louder and louder.

Luo Hao frowned slightly, glanced at the time, and felt a little anxious.

"Hello." Luo Hao waved.

"Hello, Professor Luo." A stewardess squatted beside Luo Hao and said respectfully and politely, "What do you want?"

“Why isn’t the plane flying yet?”

"It's like this, the tower contacted us. There's an air exercise going on in the Beijing-Tianjin area ahead, so flying is prohibited. I'm sorry, I'm really sorry." The flight attendant said apologetically.

Gan!
Luo Hao cursed in his heart, at least five or six hours.

Today is really a bad day.

After thinking for a while, Luo Hao said to the flight attendant, "Please contact the captain and tell me my name to see if there is permission in the background."

The flight attendant was stunned.

Generally, academicians have some authority, but when it comes to exercises, the authority is not enough.

This person in front of me... is so young...

Although she had her doubts in her heart and thought he was overestimating his abilities, the flight attendant still politely agreed.

Luo Hao also didn't know what he could do with his authority.

After returning from Baltimore, Boss Zhou helped Luo Hao with all the formalities, and Luo Hao did not ask about the specific details.

You have to walk the road step by step by yourself. There is no point in asking too many questions.

Seeing the flight attendant leave, Luo Hao closed his eyes and began to review the system tasks.

[Emergency tasks: perform surgery and do horse stance.]

Task content: Complete mediastinal tumor resection with the patient in a sitting position.

Task time: 12 hours.

Mission Reward: 50 points in the system mall, +10 random attribute points. 】

To do horse stance... Luo Hao was a little helpless.

It is impossible for the patient to adjust his or her sitting position repeatedly up and down, and he or she can only adjust it by himself or herself using the horse stance and the height of his or her legs.

It is extremely difficult to complete a delicate operation while maintaining body balance.

"Young man, there is a military exercise in the Beihua area ahead, so don't even think about it." A figure came from the side.

Luo Hao opened his eyes and smiled slightly to express his kindness.

"I've encountered this a few times. One time, an unknown leader thought he had special privileges. But the funny thing was that he didn't even have permission to use the phone on the plane to contact the tower."

Luo Hao turned his head and saw that the person next to him was in his fifties, with a fat head and big ears, and a ruddy face, looking like Maitreya Buddha.

Others with fat heads and big ears would look greasy, but the one next to me gives people a kind and festive feeling, and is as gentle as jade.

"I don't know either, let's give it a try." Luo Hao said vaguely.

"Looking at your age, I guess your authority isn't very high. Being able to find someone to change your flight and upgrade your cabin already means your authority is quite high."

"How did you know?" "The call came to me." The fat, middle-aged man said with a smile, "Your position was originally my assistant. I thought it must be an important person, so I asked her to take the next flight to the capital."

"Thank you." Luo Hao said politely.

"I didn't expect that the person who is eligible to ask the airline to recommend a first-class seat is so young. Today we have something to wait for." The fat middle-aged man said with a smile and picked up the phone, "Young man, what's your name? Luo?"

"Luo Hao."

"My last name is Ye. If you're interested, please add me in contact." The fat, middle-aged man turned on his phone, turned off the airplane mode, found the QR code and handed it to Luo Hao.

Luo Hao scanned the QR code and added him on WeChat.

"You are the youngest person with flight permission I have ever seen." The fat, middle-aged man said, "I have only seen one person under fifty years old."

Luo Hao didn't ask who it was. There were only a few of them in the country, and he could count them on his fingers.

"My luck is not so good today. Something happened over there. I once flew from Inner Mongolia and caught up with the Zhu Rijun performance..."

As he was speaking, the plane moved.

“???” The fat and big-eared middle-aged man was stunned.

Then the flight attendant came out of the cockpit, but she did not close the door, and then the captain came out.

"Hello, Professor Luo." The captain stood beside Luo Hao, bent over, and whispered, "I have contacted the tower and made an emergency preparation with the exercise team. We can fly now."

"Thank you and your hard work." Luo Hao gave the captain a smile.

The captain didn't say much, turned and left, closing the cockpit door.

The fat, middle-aged man's eyes changed. He silently changed his phone to flight mode. After a moment of silence, he sighed, "Professor Luo, I'm a few years older than you, so I'll just call you Xiao Luo."

"You're welcome, as you should."

"Let's keep in touch and get closer." The fat and big-eared middle-aged man did not ask Luo Hao some difficult questions. He seemed to know the rules and started chatting with Luo Hao.

But his small talk was just to ease the awkwardness and shut up at the right time.

Luo Hao was very interested in this fat, big-eared middle-aged man and wondered if they would have any contact in the future.

This person is not simple either.

But now is not the time to make friends, Luo Hao entered the system operating room and began to think about the operation.

An hour and a half passed in the blink of an eye.

The plane landed and began to taxi. The flight attendant behind them led Chen Yong, Liu Yiyi, and Zhuang Yan to the first class cabin, preparing for the first batch to get off the plane.

"Xiao Luo, see you again if we have the chance." The fat and big-eared middle-aged man smiled and stretched out his hand.

Luo Hao shook hands with him and stood up to leave.

I calculated the time and it was too long...almost 4 hours in total.

Fortunately, it was Capital International Airport. If it was Daxing, it would have been delayed a little longer.

Get off the bus and cross the covered bridge.

Gu Huaiming and several airport staff stood at the end of the jet bridge.

“!!!” Luo Hao was stunned.

This……

"Xiao Luo, hold on tight and run a few steps faster." Gu Huaiming urged.

"Director Gu, how did you get in?"

"I'm afraid you'll waste time, so let's go through the special channel. I'll drive you to the hospital." Gu Huaiming said seriously.

He politely greeted the people around him, shook hands, and with someone leading the way, he went straight downstairs through another passage.

On the airport tarmac, I heard an old Audi.

"Director Gu, how is the boss?"

"The old man was stubborn and refused to get an IV drip no matter what I said in the operating room. However, a 64-slice CT scan showed that his coronary arteries were fine. I guess it was because he heard that the patient had cardiac arrest in the locker room, and the nervousness and running a few steps caused a transient vascular problem." Gu Huaiming explained.

Luo Hao breathed a sigh of relief. According to the care director, all he needed to do was take some antispasmodics and the boss would be fine.

Gu Huaiming got in the car and asked, "Why did you bring so many people here?"

"Chen Yong has to carry the patient. Director Gu, who should we switch hands with now?" Luo Hao asked vaguely, but Gu Huai knew what Luo Hao meant.

The patient cannot lie down and can only sit.

There was no backrest on the operating table, so someone had to support the patient's back.

This is a physical job, which consumes more energy than orthopedic thigh lifts. The key is that you cannot move, not even a bit.

Most people really can't do this job.

Chen Yongxing?
Gu Huaiming glanced at Chen Yong, who was tall and thin and didn't look like he could do anything.

"Four or five times."

"Don't change it during the operation. Chen Yong should carry it. This is very important. A shiver may cause bleeding." Luo Hao said seriously.

Gu Huaiming felt that he had heard it wrong, and turned back to look at Chen Yong carefully again.

He is 1.83 meters tall and thin, and you can't tell how strong he is from any angle.

Luo Hao, are you sure?

However, Gu Huaiming did not question Luo Hao too much, but nodded slightly.

"The patient's vital signs are not stable and he has been resuscitated three times. But the boss is determined to do it and will do his best."

"I understand." Luo Hao nodded. "Director Gu, if you can't bear it during the operation, you can leave at any time."

"What are you talking about! Your husband, Gu, is now in the prime of his life, and this is the best time for him." Director Gu was not convinced.

Luo Hao did not explain and began to discuss the surgical method with Director Gu.

Luo Hao had performed several operations in the system operating room and had a general understanding of it, but he still discussed and studied it with Gu Huaiming and was very cautious.

Arrived at the hospital and went straight to the operating room.

"Director Gu, the boss is in the operating room with an IV drip?"

"Well, he's much better now, but he must not be allowed to undergo surgery." Gu Huaiming said without question.

"Of course. If you want to play, I'll call Boss Miao directly." Luo Hao followed Gu Huaiming and went straight to the locker room.

After changing clothes and entering the operating room, as soon as the airtight door opened, a burst of anxious atmosphere hit me in the face.

The intubated patient sat on the operating table...

Luo Hao felt like he was not undergoing surgery, but rather entering a scene from a horror movie.

The beeping sound continued, and on the screen, the vital signs looked okay, which was the best news.

Luo Hao glanced at the operating room and saw Boss Zhou sitting in the corner with an IV drip hanging next to him.

Seeing Luo Hao coming in, Mr. Zhou moved slightly, leaned against the wall, and softened a little.

"Boss, please go back and have a rest."

"Stop talking nonsense! Get on with the operation! Give your Senior Brother Gu a hand." Boss Zhou scolded with a stern face.

Luo Hao nodded helplessly, then turned around to wash his hands.

"I'll carry it." Chen Yong came to the doctor who was carrying the patient and asked for help.

"I've only been here for half an hour..." the doctor was still being stubborn.

The operating table is not designed to perform surgery on a person on the back, but it can be adjusted at certain angles, but not more than 30°.

The doctor's sterile cap was soaked with sweat and his legs were shaking constantly.

Chen Yong smiled and said, "Let's take over first. The operation will probably take several hours. If I can't do it, you guys can do it. Let's not be polite. It's just some physical work."

The doctor didn't insist, as this job was a hundred times more tiring than lifting the thigh.

Just carry your thighs, at least you can stand, which is more comfortable than carrying a sack of sacks.

But the patient in front of him seemed to be dead. He was extremely heavy and could only maintain a fixed position with his back. He could not move at all. If he changed the angle even slightly, his vital signs would become unstable.

Chen Yong took it and held the patient's back steadily. After confirming with Luo Hao, Chen Yong remained motionless, like a mountain.

"Xiao Luohao, is your assistant okay?" Gu Huaiming asked while washing his hands with some doubt.

"It should be fine."

"How can you talk like that?" Gu Huaiming was a little unhappy. "He looks thin and weak."

"Oh, Director Gu, just because I look thin doesn't mean I don't have physical strength." Luo Hao smiled but didn't explain.

Luo Hao knew how romantic Chen Yong was in the past, especially the "girlfriend" with a pituitary tumor. Chen Yong called him and described at least two of them, and the content was never the same.

If this were to be turned into text, I would probably have to work on a sewing machine for more than ten years.

Even so, Chen Yong was still full of energy. Luo Hao even suspected that Chen Yong was practicing the Hehuan Sect, and his practice was not shallow, and he was very good at all kinds of spiritual exercises.

But guesses are just guesses, just try it and you'll know.

"I'll do the surgery, and you be my assistant." Gu Huaiming instructed, "I don't know what the boss means. There are so many professors leading the team around him, but he insisted on asking you to do the surgery."

As he said this, Gu Huaiming sighed.

The boss's favor for Xiao Luohao has risen to the level of doting. Could it be that this time the boss is physically supporting Xiao Luohao in order to completely withdraw from the clinical frontline?
Leaving the patient on the operating table for several hours and asking Xiao Luohao to perform the knife surgery, it sounds excessive.

Wash hands, disinfect, lay out the sheets, and start the table.

Standing 90 degrees and sitting on the left side, this strange position was the first time even for Gu Huaiming.

But the principle is the same. Since he has decided to do it, Gu Huaiming will do his best.

Holding the electric saw, Gu Huaiming said, "Xiao Luo, don't stop the bleeding after I open it. A little bleeding won't kill you."

"Prepare line No. 10 and inject two packs." Luo Hao said to the instrument nurse.

Gu Huaiming felt relieved.

The first focus of the operation is to pull the tumor outward as soon as possible after opening the sternum. If it is not supported by external force, the tumor will further press down on the heart, trachea and left and right bronchi after the sternum is split, affecting the patient's cardiopulmonary function.

As for the slight bleeding after the sternum was split, it was not very important compared to the respiratory and circulatory arrest.

Buzz~~~The sound of a chainsaw rang out.

Blood was splattered everywhere. The sitting and lying positions were different. Both Gu Huaiming and Luo Hao were trying hard to adapt.

Furthermore, the patient's posture was odd, so only one assistant and two people could perform the operation.

After opening it, Luo Hao immediately inserted the sternum retractor into the patient's sternum. The moment the mediastinum was opened, the sound of the ECG monitor became rapid and shrill.

Luo Hao and Gu Huaiming almost used up two packs of No. 10 wire in less than a minute.

Dozens of wires were pulling on the tumor. Luo Hao clenched his hand and tried to apply the appropriate force, which gradually restored the patient's breathing and circulation.

Gu Huaiming looked at Luo Hao with new respect.

Not to mention the subsequent surgery, there are only a handful of people who can cooperate with me with this one move alone.

carry on.

After 20 minutes, Gu Huaiming realized something was wrong.

My waist hurts, and I think my old waist is going to break.

(End of this chapter)