godfather of surgery

Chapter 495 Tokyo Night ([-])

At this time, Professor Liang also became nervous. He was very confident about the operation.

But the current ECG waveform clearly indicates that the stroke is about to stop. Based on his experience, it won't last more than 3 minutes.

"No, look, the patient is dying?"

Professor Liang immediately told his judgment to Professor Su and Professor Qin beside him.

Professor Su became even more nervous, grabbed his own mineral water, unscrewed the bottle cap vigorously, took a sip indiscriminately, suppressing his shock.

"Being able to achieve this step has pushed the level of this type of surgery to several steps!" Professor Su said.

Su Nanchen, Song Yun, these young doctors were completely immersed in the smooth operation, and the sudden change woke them up like a dream.

"what happened?"

Huang Jiacai is not a doctor, but he also understands what happened in the atmosphere of the venue.

"Fujiwara's father is afraid that he will die."

Lao Cheng was frightened by the sudden change of heart rate.

Several professors at the University of Tokyo also breathed a sigh of relief at this time.

"It seems that the model is correct?"

"There must be a problem with the model. Our simulation has not reached this point at all, and the patient will not die."

"But the ending is the same!"

"With the continuous improvement of the model, the optimization of the algorithm, and the improvement of the data, there has never been a simulation failure in the past five years."

Due to the previous lessons, Daisuke Komori and Mitsui did not shout.

Masao Fujiwara had already stood up. He looked at the screen, and then at his uncle covered by the sterile sheet. The electrocardiogram was so erratic. It might be the last persistence. After meeting Miyuki's eyes, the two approached the operating table at the same time, keeping a distance of one meter. safe distance.

Clinical things, sometimes evolve slowly, sometimes suddenly.

Masao Fujiwara is also used to it, and they will accompany their uncle on the final journey.

"What's wrong?" Miyuki asked in a low voice.

Fujiwara Masao grabbed Miyuki's outstretched hand and remained silent.

This sudden change, judging from experience, has no hope of going through the operation safely.

I'm afraid - that's all for now!
"Professor Fujiwara!"

Komori and Matsui came behind Fujiwara, and Professor Fujiwara waved his hand.

Let it go, in this case, any rescue will not help.

At this time, the compensatory ability of the heart and medulla oblongata has been exhausted, and rescue is futile.

And the chief surgeon is still immersed in the operation, so let it be.

Suddenly, the heart rate, which dropped to a dozen beats, rose, and then quickly soared to nearly two hundred beats per minute.

Everyone's hearts rose to their throats following the heart rate, and then, within two seconds, the heart rate dropped precipitously again.

Finally, as everyone expected.

Like an elevator falling out of control, after the fall, there is peace.

All ECG waveforms disappear and appear as a straight line.

The entire heart stops electrical activity and mechanical contraction activity, the P wave and QRS wave group on the electrocardiogram disappear, and a straight line appears directly, the heart pumping blood disappears, and the blood supply to all organs is interrupted.

It's like a city without power and instantly plunged into darkness.

rescue?

Meaningless!

Everyone knew that the patient was about to lose his hold, but they didn't expect it to be so fast.

Miyuki leaned her head on Professor Fujiwara's shoulder, bit her lip, and Fujiwara patted her on the back: "Be strong, what should come will always come!"

Everyone felt that something should be done at this time, but Yang Ping's hand didn't stop.

Song Zimo and Xu Zhiliang focused on following Yang Ping's rhythm.

Masao Fujiwara looked at Yang Ping silently, and was overwhelmed by this concentration, which is also a respect for life, and he really went all out.

Komori wanted to tell Yang Ping that the patient had no signs of life.

Masao Fujiwara blocked Komori, shook his head, and signaled: "Don't disturb him!"

At this time, keeping quiet is the greatest respect for the chief surgeon and the greatest respect for the chief surgeon's efforts.

The entire operating room fell into silence.

But the doctors and nurses on the operating table are still concentrating on the operation.

The instruments were handed over one by one, as if the patient was still alive.

Fatty Liang stared at the straight line, just about to speak.

Yang Ping spoke: "Calm down!"

"Hmm! Calm down!"

Fatty Liang sat down, raised his legs habitually, and tidied up the pipeline of the anesthesia machine a little.

The exposed ankle made the Japanese wash clothes look like cropped trousers.

The drip of the suspended liquid had stopped, and there was no flow in the pipe of the infusion set. Zhou Can looked at Fatty Liang.

The fat man just said, "Calm down!"

"Calm down!"

Zhang Lin told Komori, Matsui and others to keep them quiet.

Apart from the word calm, Yang Ping never spoke again.

Time passed by minute by minute.

1 minute, 2 minutes, 3 minutes—
When 8 minutes passed and the heart stopped beating for 10 minutes, everyone seemed calm.

The end is set!

Can be declared dead!

Regardless of whether he is the president of a generation of consortia or a beggar on the street, he cannot escape the law of life in the end.
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"Ten minutes! Death can be declared."

Ito let out a long sigh.

"It has been very successful. Maybe in a few years, he will be able to succeed in this case."

Ikeda felt very sorry.

"What a persistent young man."

Ito sighed.

"A patient in a car accident died of hemorrhagic shock during the operation. I knew I was dead, but I couldn't stop my hands. I was still stopping the bleeding and suturing. I remember the director yelling at me——Ikeda , that's enough, stop, she's dead, she's been dead for a long time, you're a doctor, you should keep professional calm and objective, stop, there are more people waiting for you to save, but I can't hear it, can't hear it at all Now, I couldn't stand the crying daughter of the wounded, and the heart-piercing voice of the little girl in the emergency department echoed in my mind. At that time, I only had one thought: I want to save her, I want to save her, I want to save her - At that time, I should be 30 years old!"

Ikeda looked at Yang Ping who was still persisting on the screen, and recalled his youthful experience, tears welled up in his eyes, as if it happened yesterday.

"Wipe away your tears, the young people behind are looking at us."

Ito stuffed Ikeda with a tissue.

"As a doctor, I am respected wherever I go. No matter who sees me, they will bow and call me sir. For decades, I have saved many patients. However, many patients have slipped away from the knife and left this place forever. In the world, some are the helplessness of human medicine, some are the helplessness of self-medication, and some are completely wrong in my judgment. I often think that if I do it again, some people can survive." Ikeda squeezed the tissue, No tears were wiped.

Ito shook his head: "This is the helplessness of all doctors. There are deficiencies in human medicine, there are flaws in doctors' medical skills, and even doctors make mistakes. As long as we are full of sincerity in our hearts, we don't need to blame ourselves. Just like Dr. Yang, he has Going all out, did not change the outcome, but has made progress, medicine is like this, little by little accumulation, after a few years, maybe he, maybe someone else, will definitely succeed."

"Do you want to announce the result?" Ito remembered that the patient had died now, and he looked back at the silent venue.

Ikeda shook his head: "Wait, keep quiet and let Dr. Yang complete the operation."

The entire venue remained silent.

It's been 10 minutes and can be declared dead.

Brain cells have died, and cells in various important organs have begun to disintegrate.
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The dedicated surgeon still maintains the quality of the operation. Every blood vessel is handled perfectly. The tumor is dug out from the depths of the medulla oblongata and the upper cervical cord. One big one is accompanied by two small ones. in the bend.

"Thanks for your hard work!"

Masao Fujiwara bowed deeply.

"Check again under the microscope for bleeding, rinse, and close!"

Yang Ping stood up and handed over the follow-up work to Song Zimo and Xu Zhiliang.

He turned around and looked at the ECG line on the screen, and kept staring at it.

"Dr. Yang?"

Masao Fujiwara was grateful and reminded Yang Ping.

Yang Ping still looked at the screen: "The operation was a success!"

very successful?
The patient's heart stopped beating for twelve minutes!
"In 30 seconds, the heartbeat will resume. Once the heartbeat resumes, the medication should be administered according to the principle of advanced cardiopulmonary resuscitation. After recovery, there will be no neurological sequelae." Yang Ping said calmly.

This is a strange event with a very low probability that it has simulated countless times in the system space - Lazarus Syndrome!

This patient will "resurrect from the dead"!
Since it was reported in 1982, only more than 50 cases have been reported worldwide.

Lazarus syndrome, after cardiopulmonary resuscitation failure, stop all rescue measures, including stopping chest compressions, ventilator-assisted breathing, stopping infusion, stopping the application of rescue drugs, spontaneous circulation recovery without reason, so it is also called delayed spontaneous circulation recover.

In layman's terms, "resurrected from the dead"!
There was a patient who had been declared dead and was dragged to the morgue. In the end, he came back to life, climbed out of the morgue, and ate at a restaurant near the hospital. He happened to be seen by the doctor in charge and thought he was really seeing a ghost.

However, the probability of this "death and resurrection" is extremely low.

Although this patient did not undergo cardiopulmonary resuscitation and other rescue due to various reasons, he stopped breathing for [-] minutes and then resumed spontaneous breathing, which can also be classified as Lazarus syndrome.

Although knowing that Yang Ping's words were ridiculous, everyone was very heavy at the moment.

Every doctor hopes that what he says is true.

30 second!

Fatty Liang stared at the monitoring screen, and prepared all the resuscitative drugs, ready to be applied at any time.

When the 30 seconds time comes, really, really!
The lifeless straight line began to move, moved a few times, and then began to fluctuate.

Finally, clear P waves and QRS appear!

Resurrection, really resurrection!

Masao Fujiwara looked at Yang Ping as if in a dream.

Without doing anything, the patient on the operating table came back to life.

(End of this chapter)