The son-in-law of the beautiful president

Chapter 69 Let Me Come

At [-]:[-], Zhang Mo stood in front of the operating table as the chief surgeon.

Zhang Mo was born as a brain specialist and had performed more than [-] brain surgeries, so it made sense for him to perform the surgery.

Xie Kun and the other doctor followed Zhang Mo to help him.

As for Cang Chen and Gu Feng, their task is to assist and deal with emergencies to ensure the success rate of this operation.

This point was originally discussed in advance, but there was an episode of taking effusion in the middle.

With the scalpel in his hand, Zhang Mo suddenly seemed to be a different person. His body was straight, his eyes were full of energy, and he didn't look like an old man who had passed his sixtieth year.

The craniotomy was proceeding in an orderly manner. Zhang Mo had rich experience, and practice made perfect in cutting the cortex and skull, and he soon reached the part of the thalamus.

"Scalpel No. 11!"

Zhang Mo stretched out his right palm towards the doctor on the right.

From here on, you need to be extra careful every time you cut the knife, because once you touch certain parts of the thalamus, it is very likely to cause irreparable consequences.

After receiving the scalpel, Zhang Mo took a deep breath, his forehead obviously began to break out in cold sweat.

"Wait a moment!"

At the moment when Zhang Mo started to slash, Cang Chen suddenly heard a low shout.

Zhang Mo turned his head in astonishment, let Xie Kun wipe the cold sweat off his forehead, and looked at Cang Chen puzzled.

Cang Chen said in a deep but firm voice, "Dean Zhang, your hands are shaking, it's not suitable for you to use a knife."

"Ugh!"

As soon as Cang Chen finished speaking, Zhang Mo sighed, the right hand that was holding the scalpel trembled, and the scalpel fell off his palm, and he himself was panting heavily.

Obviously, in order to complete this operation, Zhang Mo's nerves have been tense all the time, and he may not be able to support it by a thread, and Cang Chen's words are undoubtedly the last straw that broke the camel's back.

"Whoosh!"

With sharp eyes and quick hands, Cang Chen suddenly rushed forward and caught the blade firmly.

"Dean Cang is right, I am indeed the last of the barbarians, but the next step is to peel off the thalamus is the key to the real test of a brain expert, but our hospital has not found another brain specialist with this technology." Expert."

Zhang Mo sighed, forced himself to stand up straight and said, "Actually, I can hold on for another 3 minutes."

Cang Chen shook his head, and said in an unquestionable voice: "In 3 minutes, at your speed, you can only peel off half of the thalamus at most. The next process of repairing the brain and spine and suturing is simply impossible for you to complete."

"Cang Chen, what do you mean..."

Gu Feng asked tentatively.

"I come!"

Cang Chen said calmly.

Zhang Mo subconsciously asked: "Then have you ever had this kind of surgery before?"

"No."

Cang Chen's simple two-word answer was like a thunderbolt falling on the heads of several people.

But what he said next made the hearts of several people almost jump out of their throats and fell back into their stomachs.

"But I can use silver needles to temporarily reduce the blood supply to the patient's brain. In this way, the difficulty of the operation should be reduced to at least half while effectively avoiding the patient's massive bleeding."

"Is that okay?"

The person who asked this question was the dodger doctor who had no sense of existence before. His name was Liu Feng, and he was a disciple brought out by Zhang Mo, so he knew a little bit about brain science.

Before Cang Chen could speak, it was Zhang Mo who answered for him, saying: "Puncturing the neck with silver needles, compressing the internal carotid artery, and then compressing Yuzhen and Fengfu acupoints to seal the posterior cerebral artery can reduce the blood supply to the brain locally. Yes. Once the bleeding is under control, it’s a lot easier to operate by just avoiding the neurons.”

"The most critical part of the whole process is the two operations of sealing the veins. As long as these two points are done well, the operation will be the easiest."

As he said that, Zhang Mo turned his head and said to Liu Feng, "Liu Feng, do it yourself. You have been under my command for more than three years and have undergone no less than a thousand brain surgeries. I believe you only need to perform normally in the next operation." It should be fine."

Liu Feng nodded, picked up a No. 11 scalpel, took a deep breath, and stood in front of the operating table.

Cang Chen observed his performance and felt that his mentality was not bad, so he nodded and said: "Next, listen to my password. I will tell you when to use the knife and how much to use. There must be no mistakes in this point."

After discussing it properly, the two began to cooperate with each other for the unfinished operation.

Controlling the pulse with acupuncture points is no different from a common practice for him, a little genius doctor in Wushan, so he quickly controlled the two arteries, and then told Liu Feng how to perform the knife.

This Liu Feng did have a certain foundation in brain surgery as Zhang Mo said, and he carried out Cang Chen's instructions step by step along the way.

Finally, the repair of the brain and spine was completed without any risk, and Liu Feng began to finish the suture under the guidance of Zhang Mo.

However, at the critical moment when everyone was about to breathe a sigh of relief, the door of the operating room was suddenly pushed open, and then a person roared: "Who made someone operate on my mother? My mother is just a memory." If she loses her memory completely because of this operation, I will never end with you!"

"Di..."

Then there was a heart-wrenching scene. Liu Feng's suturing hand trembled subconsciously when the door was pushed open, and the needle tip accidentally pierced the posterior cerebral artery.

Immediately, a blood arrow shot out, and the physical sign monitor also issued an alarm prompt.

"what!"

Liu Feng screamed instinctively, and quickly covered the blood vessels with his hands, not knowing what to do for a while.

At this time Tang Shaoqing and several doctors and nurses arrived and separated the man who broke in from Cang Chen and the others.

The man seemed to realize that he was in trouble, and when he was pulled away, he said anxiously: "Let go, my mother failed the operation, please save her quickly..."

"Liu Feng! No. 25 scalpel!"

At this moment, Cang Chen suddenly heard a low cry, and suddenly there were six silver needles in his hand, stably piercing the six acupoints of Zhongnaohu, Yuzhen, Tianchong, Fengfu, Tianzhu, and Fengchi, and then one by one. With the scalpel handed by Liu Feng, he resolutely cut open the bleeding point on the back of the patient's head.

"Sew blood vessels!"

Cang Chen's voice was deep but sonorous and powerful, which lifted Liu Feng's spirits and started to operate immediately.

"Clean the wound!"

"Close the skull!"

……

Finally, after a full 10 minutes of thrilling treatment, the operation finally came to an end.

"Crack it!"

When the door of the operating room was opened, a large group of people waiting outside the door immediately surrounded.

Among them, the most excited person was of course the bald middle-aged man who forced his way into the operating room and almost made a big mistake. This man grabbed Zhang Mo's arm and said incoherently: "Doctor, what's the matter, what's the matter with my mother, the operation, finally Was the operation a success?"

(End of this chapter)