A Tale of Two Cities Supporting Xinjiang

Reziwan replied half an hour later: "Understood, we'll try our best."

Looking at the head nurse's attitude, Zhou Yi was still a little worried. Time was of the essence, so he could only sit in his office, going over the surgical steps again and again, and thinking of contingency plans for any possible accidents. Before he knew it, it was already past midnight.

After the surgical plan was finalized, Zhou Yi went to the ward, where Dili and Amanjiang were sitting by the bedside with red eyes.

"Dr. Zhou, thank you for your help. We will do whatever you say."

"Don't worry, the surgery will start at 10 o'clock sharp. I will definitely bring him out safely."

Zhou Yi had just returned to his office and lay down on the sofa to rest for a while when he was woken up by a phone call from the nurses' station.

"Dr. Zhou, something terrible has happened. Amardan's heart rate has suddenly dropped, his blood pressure has plummeted, and his lips have turned purple."

Zhou Yi ran straight to the ward. Pushing open the door, he saw Amardan lying on the bed, breathing weakly, his heart rate on the monitor had dropped below fifty, and his blood pressure was frighteningly low.

"Quickly, get the ambulance ready for intubation!"

As Zhou Yi shouted, he pressed on the patient's chest, "Notify the operating room! Surgery now! We can't wait a moment longer!"

Dili was so frightened that she collapsed to the ground. Amanjiang clung tightly to Zhou Yi's white coat, her voice trembling uncontrollably: "Dr. Zhou, my dad... he'll be alright, won't he?"

"Believe me!"

Without turning his head, Zhou Yi shouted, "Send him to the operating room now."

Medical staff pushed the hospital bed toward the operating room, with Zhou Yi following beside them. While monitoring vital signs, he quickly instructed, "Head Nurse Reziwan, have the nurses prepare according to the video procedure."

Reziwan nodded without speaking, clearly flustered as well.

The lights came on in the operating room.

"Needle holder!"

Zhou Yi stretched out his hand, but after a while he didn't get the instruments. He turned around and saw the nurse frantically searching through the instrument tray.

"hurry up!"

Zhou Yi shouted urgently, reaching for the needle holder himself. "Remember, the right side incision has limited space, so make sure the instruments are in a convenient position beforehand. Don't wait until I need them to look for them!"

The accident happened just ten minutes into the surgery.

Because the nurse was a fraction of a second too slow in handing over the hemostat, Ameldan suddenly experienced severe bleeding at his incision site, and his blood pressure dropped sharply again.

"Oh no! Stop the bleeding!"

Zhou Yi immediately applied pressure with gauze to stop the bleeding.

"gauze!"

Zhou Yi reached out again, and this time the nurse reacted faster, but she handed him ordinary gauze.

"No! We need sterile, degreased gauze!"

Head Nurse Reziwan quickly changed the gauze and handed it over, her voice filled with apology: "Dr. Zhou, I'm sorry, we were too nervous."

While stopping the bleeding, Zhou Yi quickly stitched up the wound, shouting, "Everyone, stay focused! The patient's life is in our hands!"

In the subsequent surgeries, problems of unfamiliarity with each other still frequently arose.

Despite the mishandling of equipment, the delayed arrival of the suction device, and the need to cut the sutures twice, Zhou Yi, with his rich experience, managed to escape danger time and time again.

Three hours later, when he announced that the surgery was over and the vital signs were stable, everyone in the operating room breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhou Yi walked out of the operating room and said to Dili and Amanjiang, who were waiting outside, "The surgery was a success, and Aymardan is out of danger for now."

The mother and son burst into tears on the spot, thanking Zhou Yi repeatedly. Amanjiang even wanted to kneel down and kowtow, but Zhou Yi quickly stopped her.

On the second day after the surgery, although Amardan was out of danger, his recovery was not ideal. He had a persistent low-grade fever, slight signs of lung infection, and some difficulty breathing.

Upon hearing this, Director Nurbahati made a special trip to the ward to take a look. In front of the other doctors in the department, he said sarcastically, "See? What did I tell you? The new technology looks good, but there are so many postoperative complications. If it were a traditional surgery, none of these problems would occur."

One doctor chimed in, "Yes, Doctor. Although traditional surgery is more invasive, we've been doing it for so many years and we're very familiar with post-operative care, so this kind of situation rarely occurs."

Nurbahati snorted: "Some people are just eager to show off, ignoring the actual condition of the patients. Now look what's happened, the patients are suffering, and the hospital is also taking risks."

These words quickly reached the ears of Dean Zhang Jianguo.

Zhang Jianguo approached Zhou Yi, his tone grave: "Zhou Yi, Ameldan's post-operative condition isn't good. Your director said that if it were a traditional surgery, things might not be like this. What do you think?"

Zhou Yi's heart was also filled with mixed emotions. "Dean Zhang, in all my years of practice, I have performed hundreds of such surgeries, and I have only encountered two cases of postoperative lung infection, and both of them were brought under control very quickly."

Amardan's case was rather unique. He was in poor health before the surgery and underwent emergency treatment, which may have led to complications from stress.

"I have already contacted the team in Dalian, and they provided a treatment plan including anti-infection and supportive care. I am currently taking the medication according to the plan."

Zhou Yi's voice carried a sense of isolation and helplessness. "All I can do now is stay by the patient's side, observe the situation at any time, and adjust the treatment plan immediately if there are any problems."

Zhang Jianguo noticed the bloodshot eyes in his son's eyes and knew he hadn't rested well these past few days. He nodded and said, "I trust your professional abilities. Go ahead and do it. If you need any assistance from the hospital, just let me know."

Since winning Rehemaiti's approval, Zhou Hongmei has made it a habit to come to his home every day during her lunch break to give him acupuncture treatment.

On the third day of acupuncture, Zhou Hongmei had just finished inserting the last needle into Rehemaiti when he clutched his knee and his face instantly turned pale.

"Grandpa, what's wrong?"

The old man's grandson, who had been watching closely, immediately became agitated. Pointing his finger at Zhou Hongmei, he demanded, "I told you you're unreliable! You've been treating him for three days now, and it's only getting more painful! Did you hurt my grandpa?"

"Brother, calm down, let me explain."

Zhou Hongmei rushed forward to check on the old man, but the young man pushed her away, and she almost lost her balance.

"I'm agitated? If anything happens to my grandpa, I'll never forgive you!"

The young man grew even angrier, raising his voice to attract the attention of the neighbors who peeked out to watch the commotion. "Nobody believes your nonsense! Traditional Chinese medicine and acupuncture? I think it's all a scam! You're not allowed to treat my grandpa anymore, get out!"

Zhou Hongmei was also anxious. When treating arthritis with acupuncture, some patients experience temporary relapses in their condition. This is a normal reaction during the process of unblocking the meridians, and it will subside in a couple of days.

She patiently said, "Sir, this is a normal reaction. It's not that you've punctured it. Many patients have experienced this. The pain will lessen in a couple of days. Give me a few more days, and I'm sure I can help you relieve the pain."

"Stop talking nonsense!"

The young man interrupted her abruptly, his tone firm: "Get out of here, or I'll call the police and tell them you're practicing medicine without a license!"

Zhou Hongmei felt bad seeing Rehemaiti wincing in pain, but she knew she couldn't give up halfway.

If I leave now, not only will all my previous efforts be wasted, but the reputation of traditional Chinese medicine will also suffer even more.