A Tale of Two Cities Supporting Xinjiang

"Anesthesia is in place, the patient's vital signs are stable, and surgery can begin."

The anesthesiologist's voice broke the silence of the operating room.

"it is good."

Zhou Yi took the scalpel and made a precise and efficient three-centimeter incision on Tong Guoliang's right chest wall.

The incision was smooth and clean, and the bleeding was so minimal that it was almost negligible.

He then gestured to the nurse to hand him the laparoscope, and carefully inserted the lens into his chest cavity.

The next second, the location of the mitral valve was clearly displayed on the monitor screen in the operating room, with every blood vessel and every adhesion clearly visible.

As soon as Zhou Yi reached out his hand, the head nurse accurately handed him the necessary instruments.

Nuerbahati kept his eyes glued to the screen and the vital signs monitor next to him, not daring to be distracted for even a moment.

The surgery had been going on for more than three hours. The previous steps had gone smoothly, and Zhou Yi was operating the laparoscopic instruments with complete concentration. He was preparing to carry out the most critical valve repair procedure, and everyone's nerves were on edge.

Just as Zhou Yi's instruments touched the mitral valve and he was about to perform a delicate suture, the monitor's sound suddenly changed.

"Oh no, the patient's heart rate has spiked!"

The anesthesiologist's voice was visibly panicked, his eyes fixed on the monitor. "The heart rate is already 120 beats per minute, and the blood pressure is still dropping. It's a surgical stress reaction; the blood and qi are out of balance!"

The moment those words were spoken, the atmosphere in the operating room instantly plummeted to freezing point.

Everyone's hearts were in their throats. The worst thing that can happen during heart surgery is a sudden situation like this. If the heart rate and blood pressure get out of control, it could lead to heart failure at any time, and all the previous efforts would be in vain.

Nuerbahati immediately said, "Don't panic! Quickly adjust the depth of anesthesia and control the heart rate with a beta-blocker, hurry!"

He has been performing abdominal surgeries for many years, and his first reaction to emergencies is to use Western medicine to quickly suppress the symptoms.

"Wait a moment!"

Zhou Yi's voice suddenly rang out, directly stopping the nurse who was about to start preparing the medicine.

"No! The patient's heart is currently undergoing surgical trauma, and the workload has reached a critical point. Forcibly suppressing the heart rate with Western medicine at this time will only increase the burden on the heart and may even have the opposite effect!"

Nuerbahati grew anxious and stepped forward, lowering his voice: "Then what do you suggest we do? Are we just going to watch our heart rate continue to spike?"

Although he had previously supported the I Ching, he now has more faith in the rapid effects of Western medicine in the face of this sudden crisis.

"Trust me, have Ayiguli prepare the ginseng injection!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Zhou Yi turned and shouted into the intercom at the operating room door, "Aygul, prepare the ginseng and aconite injection immediately! The patient's blood and qi are disordered during the operation, and her heart rate has suddenly increased!"

In fact, Aygul and Zhou Hongmei had been waiting in the monitoring area outside the operating room for a long time, their eyes constantly watching the vital signs data transmitted from inside.

As soon as the monitor reading changed, the two of them immediately tensed up and prepared the ingredients for the ginseng and aconite injection solution.

Upon receiving Zhou Yi's instructions, Ayiguli did not delay at all, replying "Received! Dispatch immediately!" while quickly getting to work.

She deftly opened the medicine bottle, precisely drew out the liquid, and checked the dosage.

In just three minutes, the prepared ginseng and aconite injection solution was ready.

The nurse immediately took it, rushed into the operating room, and, as Zhou Yi instructed, slowly infused it into the patient's vein.

Time seemed to slow down at that moment, each second feeling exceptionally long. Everyone in the operating room stared intently at the monitors, barely daring to breathe.

Nurbahati was both nervous and doubtful. Could this traditional Chinese medicine really work at such a critical moment?

Just as the medication was halfway infused, everyone looked closely and saw that the heart rate, which had soared to 120 beats per minute, had begun to decrease little by little: 115, 110, 105... Before long, it stopped steadily at around 90 beats per minute.

At the same time, the previously declining blood pressure gradually rose and returned to the normal range.

"It's stable! Heart rate and blood pressure are stable!"

The anesthesiologist finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The young nurse next to her couldn't help but exclaim in a low voice, "My God, this is amazing! This Chinese medicine worked so quickly, it's even more effective than I expected."

As Nurbahati watched the green readings on the monitor stabilize, his tense shoulders slowly relaxed.

Zhou Yi breathed a sigh of relief and picked up the laparoscopic instruments again. "Alright, the crisis is over. Let's continue the surgery. Be careful to keep the operation stable."

An hour later, Zhou Yi gently put down the instruments in his hands and clearly said to everyone, "The surgery is over. It was a success."

Upon hearing the news, Dean Zhang Jianguo strode over to Zhou Yi, his voice filled with excitement and praise: "Good lad, well done! You not only saved the patient's life, but also made a great contribution to our hospital and to the grassroots medical care of the entire Xinjiang Production and Construction Corps."

"Dean, this is not my achievement alone, but the result of the efforts of the entire team and the support of the TCM team."

Nuerbahati, standing beside him, nodded in agreement. "That's right. The success this time was largely due to the combined efforts of traditional Chinese and Western medicine. I used to have prejudices against traditional Chinese medicine, but now I'm completely convinced."

News of the successful surgery quickly spread throughout the hospital, and even the hospitalized patients were overjoyed.

Tong Guoliang's recovery speed exceeded everyone's expectations.

The day after the surgery, he woke up from the anesthesia, opened his eyes and saw his son Tong Lei by his bedside. He weakly but clearly called out "Lei Zi".

Tong Lei's eyes instantly welled up with tears. Holding his father's hand, he choked out, "Dad, I'm so glad you're awake! The surgery was a success, you'll get better soon!"

By the third day, Tong Guoliang was able to eat small amounts of food.

Every day, Aygul would come to the ward on time, sit by the bed to take his pulse, and carefully ask about his feelings: "Mr. Tong, do you feel any tightness in your chest today? How's your appetite?"

After asking questions, we will also observe his tongue coating and then adjust the Chinese medicine prescription according to his recovery to ensure that the treatment effect is precise and effective.

Zhou Hongmei then specifically sought out Tong Lei and went over the details of the dietary therapy again: "The red date, goji berry, and millet porridge you make every day must be cooked until very soft. Remove the pits from the sea buckthorn berries, mash them, and then put them in. This will make them easier to digest."

Also, avoid feeding your dad greasy or spicy foods during this period; keep his diet light.