Fengcheng old events

Chapter 130
Zuo Yidao calmly performed textbook-like surgical movements.

A nurse at the side kept wiping the sweat on his forehead, and the equipment nurse threw the needed equipment into his raised hand perfectly at the first time.

Surgery is like several sets of gears twisted together, each position must be accurate and smooth.

This is a dance of life in which many people cooperate, a dance that does not allow a little error.It must be praised by the god of death with five stars.

The small belly was opened, and the hemostat was closed and hung outside the wound.

Compared with this small stomach, the left knife and a pair of huge palms are flexible and quick to operate in a limited space.

The old doctor standing opposite Zuo Yidao also began to cooperate.

This operation must race against time.

"Misjudgment, not polyps."

"See, it's not a polyp. There's no deviation in the location."

"Pylorus, the correct position, congenital obstruction, the third plan."

"The third plan."

While Zuo Yidao was busy, he still raised his eyes and glanced at the old brother opposite. He was the one who proposed the congenital blockage and the third operation plan.He was right.

The part where the child's stomach and intestines connect, that is, the pylorus, is congenitally dead together, and congenitally obstructed.

That is, there is no communication between the stomach and the intestines.The child's stomach is like a gourd, with only one entrance at the top.

When eating, the biological instinct makes various organs start to work, liver, gallbladder, pancreas, intestines, and stomach.But because of the disappearance of the outlet, the peristalsis of the empty intestines and the stimulation of the digestive juice secreted by the hepatobiliary and pancreas cause stomach spasms.

As the child grows and the organs mature, the vomiting will become more and more severe, and the vomiting will seriously affect digestion and absorption.

……

I don't know how long it has passed, and no one will pay attention to this at this time.

Everyone performs their duties intensely and steadily in their own professional operations.

The anesthesiologist went out and went outside. He really couldn't bear to watch a child cut up in front of his parents. Those colorless tears seemed more glaring than blood.

Counting Zhang Qingzhi and Liu Guixin, there were eight people in the operating room, except for the sound of slightly heavy breathing and the sound of beating equipment, there was no other sound.Liu Guixin tightly covered his mouth and nose.

The difficulty and length of the operation are several levels higher than those of similar adult patients, and it is the first time for everyone to come into contact with this case.

If such a child had existed before, it would have died in a daze, let alone live to adulthood.

"How long will it take?" The old doctor asked softly.

"It will take a while." Zuo Yidao, who was carefully treating the gastrointestinal junction with a scalpel, replied, "What's the matter?"

"Maybe, the child is going to wake up. Be sure to wake up."

Zuo Yidao quickly glanced to the side, and the child's hand was already unconsciously grasping.

At this moment, the child has a blood bag attached to his head, a breathing tube inserted in his nose, and a drip in his arm. Several tubes, large and small, are connected to his body.

"Liu Guixin." Zuo Yidao kept moving his hands and called out.

"...Huh?" Liu Guixin's voice was so hoarse that he couldn't make a sound.

"Come here slowly, hold the child's hands and feet, and don't let him move and struggle." Liu Guixin was the only idler in the operating room, and it was unrealistic to go out and ask someone to come in now.

"Be careful where the needle was inserted. Don't let anything happen. Zhang Qingzhi, hold your head up."

Liu Guixin wiped his face and walked closer, reaching out to hold the child's two little feet and free hand under the nurse's gesture.The arm with the vein was immobilized.

The fifteen-day-old baby measures forty centimeters from head to toe, with the head accounting for a quarter and the legs nearly one-half. Including the chest cavity, the stomach is really not that big.

Six people tightly surrounded the ten centimeters.

Liu Guixin could clearly feel the child's hands and feet began to struggle, and those big eyes had been opened, looking helplessly to the sides.

"Replenish the wound anesthesia." Zuo Yidao calmly commanded.

The nurse came over with a dark blue anesthetic needle and injected it around the cut stomach wound.

"Don't let go, you have to grit your teeth and persevere at this time. If you feel uncomfortable, you can wait until you get out later." Zuo Yidao's voice sounded.

The old doctor said without raising his head: "As soon as his hands and feet are loose, he will break the needle and tube, and the operation will fail."

Zhang Qingzhi didn't dare to look at it all the time, turned his head to the side, and now tears came out, and said a little choked up: "Gui Xin, hold on, you'll be fine soon."

Liu Guixin stared at the wound, biting his lip tightly.

No one could know what she was feeling right now, ever.It was alive and bloody, just tens of centimeters in front of my eyes, it was my own child.

Tears dripped on the green leather of the operating table.

Slap.Slap.pat...

……

"Old Zhang, you can sew later, I can't see clearly." Zuo Yidao handed the equipment to the nurse and took a step back.

"Okay, you take a break. It's a success."

Zuoyi didn't take the knife away, and stood there watching the child's stomach, intestines, membranes, and belly being stitched up layer by layer.

Wiping the sweat off his head, he exhaled lightly, feeling a little happy in his heart.

A little life.

……

After more than five hours, the operation was finally over.

Liu Guixin's tears had dried up, his eyes were sore and swollen, but he couldn't bear to close them, and felt that the child's hands and feet had no strength to struggle, and he was holding them softly in his palm.

"Is there something wrong with the child's vocal cords? He should have felt pain in the middle, and I didn't hear him cry."

Zuo Yidao obviously relaxed now, and asked Zhang Qingzhi, "Qingzhi."

Zhang Qingzhi said: "Doctor Feng said there is nothing wrong with it, it's a little bit thick. This child doesn't like to cry. When he was born, he took pictures for a long time and then made a few noises. He never cried like other children."

Doctor Zhang also finished the work in hand: "He is a strong little soldier. It's alright, we have done everything we can, now it's up to God."

Zuo Yidao said: "There should be no problem. You can't breastfeed during this period, Guixin, you have to hold back."

The nurse took over, and Liu Guixin let go of his hands and rubbed his eyes: "Yes, I understand."

Zuo Yidao smiled and stretched his wrist: "It's more tiring than operating on an adult. Old Zhang, you have to practice stitches, and the stitches are really ugly. Why do you let the child grow up shirtless?"

Doctor Zhang smiled: "I'm in a hurry, I just want to hurry up. Besides, why is a young man afraid of being ugly?"

Zhang Qingzhi asked: "Uncle Zuo, when the time comes inside, how do you remove the stitches?"

Zuo Yidao said: "No need to remove it, the absorbing thread is imported. Alright, you two go back, Guixin hurry back and lie down, the baby will be handed over to us."

(End of this chapter)