When all doctors put their hearts in their throats.
Richard got bad news: clouds began to gather over Houston, and if no measures were taken, heavy rain would come.
The house leaked and it rained all night, and the boat was late and encountered a storm. Bad things always go together.
The attenuation of heavy rain will have a negative impact on the Ku wave of satellite communications. Dense raindrops will not only absorb radio wave energy, but also scatter the radio waves, which will reduce the quality of satellite communications and even cause collapse.
SpaceX's satellites fully support this operation. Although the communication margin should be enough to withstand possible rains, the ability of heavy rains to destroy satellite communications must not be underestimated.
Richard cheered up and reported the matter to Jim Bassa.
"Use artificial rain driving technology!" Jim Basa ordered.
Richard conveyed NASA's opinions to the supporting meteorological company, and several rain-repellent trucks from the meteorological company set off. They had to drive to a suitable location and launch rain-repelling bombs to disperse the possible heavy rain.
Of the three guide wires, one pauses slightly, and the two move forward in parallel, alternating in this manner, and maintaining this rhythm. The three guide wires approach the target aneurysm in an orderly manner, getting closer bit by bit.
The GG company's artificial intelligence medical brain has raised its alert to aneurysms to the highest level, and the ambulance's red light sign keeps flashing.
Some of the doctors in the hall had already stood up, and some kept drinking water. Professor Massimo held his breath forcibly to keep himself calm on the surface.
If the bright warning red light is converted into a sound, it must be a continuous tearing and harsh sound, which reminds doctors that the largest aneurysm is about to rupture.
"It's starting to rain in Houston!"
When he got the news, Richard was stunned.
Jim Basa's heart tightened: "What's going on? Don't they boast of having rain-repelling technology?"
"Let me ask!" Richard shook his head, using this action to refresh himself.
A few minutes later, Richard shook his head: "Several rain-dispelling cars were impounded by the traffic police, and the FBI officers were negotiating with them, but---"
"But what?" Jim Basa roared, at this critical moment, what are these bastards going to do.
"They were unwilling to let them go. They said they had to enforce fines and conduct necessary inspections on the impounded vehicles. They threatened to tell the FBI officers to get out of the way, otherwise they would be charged with obstructing official duties. They said the FBI had no power to govern them."
Chad's original report.
Jim Bartha frowned, stretched out a finger, rubbed his temples, and called the Houston traffic police as the administrator of NASA. The reply he received was unexpected: "It's useless for the president to come, let alone the administrator of NASA!"
The complex police system is a headache. The traffic police of these state governments are completely outside the jurisdiction of the federal government. They are right, even if the president comes, they can ignore it.
"---" Jim Basa cursed.
When faced with these harsh traffic policemen, Jim Bassa was helpless. During the Cuban Missile Crisis, the camouflaged missile truck secretly carrying nuclear bombs in the United States was detained by the traffic police for five hours because it was overloaded. The general on an emergency mission personally called the traffic police and asked for release. The traffic police also returned
On the phone, I scolded the general severely.
Jim Bartha walked out the window, and heavy rain began to pour down over Houston. Relying on the satellite's communication margin, the picture could barely hold up.
"Dr. Yang, I'm sorry, it has started to rain heavily in Houston, and communications may be affected. It is only barely supported at the moment."
Although this would disturb Yang Ping's surgery, Richard felt that he still had to inform him so that he could be mentally prepared.
"Received!"
Yang Ping just answered briefly. At this time, there was no other way except to speed up the completion of the operation. Any panic and hesitation would be a waste of time.
Lao Cheng couldn't hold himself back and wanted to stand up. Huang Jiacai signaled him not to move, to sit obediently and not to move back and forth.
Yang Ping's hands switched back and forth on the control handle, and his movements accelerated.
The guidewire changed from advancing slowly to accelerating forward. All the doctors in the hall got off their seats and moved forward, as if this would allow them to see more clearly.
The staff were also infected by the doctors, staring at the screen and clenching their fists.
"God, there must be no communication failure, there must be no ---" This is everyone's wish.
"Let's hold hands so that God can feel our hearts. Just like our holding hands tightly, communication will maintain a stable connection." A woman suggested.
She had already stood up, and took the hands of the people next to her. Hand in hand, they quickly spread to both sides. Everyone stood up and held the hands of the people next to them.
Soon, people in the entire hall were holding hands, holding hands tightly.
"Let's pray together---" the lady closed her eyes and called on everyone.
The guide wire is getting faster and faster, maintaining a rhythm of one rest and two movements, crossing the most dangerous bifurcations again and again at an astonishing speed, approaching the target.
Yang Ping had to speed up the operation in order to complete the operation before Yu Huan destroyed the communication. He sat in front of the console, and his glasses vividly displayed the 3D virtual reality image in front of his eyes, as if he was immersed in the scene.
The ten fingers of both hands are placed in the control collar, and at an altitude of 400 kilometers, the four mechanical arms advance, rotate, and swing under his control, and various subtle movements are transformed into the direction adjustment of the guide wire tip.
Each finger movement corresponds to a movement on the robotic arm, and the elbow is supported by a soft support. This kind of robotic surgery requires a unique sense of involvement. This sense of involvement will allow the surgeon to have no spatial barriers to the surgical object.
The rain is getting heavier and heavier, and the rain failure is getting more and more serious. Delays, interruptions or collapses are imminent.
The high tension and constant anxiety caused Johannesson's stomach to spasm, causing bursts of heart-wrenching pain. It was as if the stomach and all the surrounding organs were twisting, and the heart was forced to output powerfully to maintain this large amount of energy.
consumption.
Massimo and Dr. Eugene, as well as the doctors in Johannesson's field of vision, their clothes were like being fished out of water, and their last high-speed run was like an escape from the end of the world.
The cataclysm is coming soon, and everyone is fleeing.
Even if dozens of satellites join in communication support, it will not help. In front of nature, human technology looks small and pale, and the first lag appears on the screen.
At this time, the bright red light disappeared and turned into a comfortable green light.
The three guide wires are in place, several spring coils are accurately sent to the target position, and released! The most dangerous and important operation is completed.
Johannesson let out a long breath, as if the breath that had been gathering in his chest for several years was finally exhaled.
The whole person was like mud, his left and right hands were separated, and he slumped on the chair. On the screen, there was a beautiful whole-brain angiogram, and several spring coils were accurately placed in the best position without any deviation. This is the world.
The most beautiful picture.
Slowly, the blood clot forms, the impact of the blood flow decreases until it is eliminated, the balloon begins to shrink, and finally there is nothing.
The embolization was successful, and three aneurysms were embolized successfully at once.
The picture trembled for a while, and then there were irregular delays and freezes, but it no longer affected the operation. With memory, Yang Ping began to control the withdrawal of the guide wire.
The guidewire was slowly withdrawn. When it was completely withdrawn, Susan used gauze to compress the puncture point to stop the bleeding, but she forgot that there were three places that needed compression and she only had two hands.
There was no time to compress the puncture point of the left radial artery. At the moment when the guide wire was pulled out, the blood spurted out immediately resembled a string of red agate, floating in the air, then deformed, and finally gathered into a ball, like a crystal ruby.<
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When David Holly saw this scene, he immediately put on gloves to help compress the puncture hole. The crystal ruby split into two and floated in the air.
"Game Over!"
Yang Ping let go of his hand, pulled his fingers out of the glove of the operating handle, and took off the virtual reality glasses.
Boss Cheng and Mr. Huang opened the "safe house", and the hall was completely silent.
What's going on?
Yang Ping was wondering when suddenly a screaming woman's cry broke the silence, and the whole hall became commotion. People holding hands dispersed and slumped on their seats.
Game Over? Ambiguity?
“The Operation was successful!”
Yang Ping sat back on the console seat, put on the communication headset, and shouted into the microphone. The sound was transmitted to the space station and resounded throughout the hall.
The wailing people stopped crying, and after a moment, the hall exploded. Everyone jumped up, and the warm applause was like a tsunami, one wave after another.
Massimo trembled, his hands were stiff, and he clapped mechanically. This operation was simply a work of inhumanity.
Game Over!
This is such a big joke. Except for a few doctors in the specialty who knew the operation was successful, everyone else thought it was a failure and it was over.
If it hadn't been for the rescue with the words "The operation was successful!", Jim Bassa's heart would have been a little unable to hold on.
Jim Basa bowed and stood up, as if crawling out of the ice cave where he had fallen. He wanted to take everyone to thank the Chinese doctor.
On the surface, he looked calm and calm, but in fact, he was so upset that when he stood up, he staggered and his vision went dark. Richard next to him supported him.
But Richard wasn't much better. He held Jim Bassa with one hand and the back of the chair with the other.
"It's okay, let me take a moment." Jim Basa held the back of the chair.
Due to orthostatic hypotension caused by high tension, after a few seconds, the blood supply to the head returns to normal, and clear vision is restored in front of the eyes.
Richard followed Jim Basa, and Johannesson, Massimo, and Eugene joined him. Others joined the team one after another. Yang Ping stood at the door of the "safe house", and Jim Basa ran up and hugged him closely.
Hug Yang Ping.
Then he tried to hold Yang Ping's face and kiss her hard, but Yang Ping forced him away. The respected Dr. Yang does not have these special bad habits.
Looking at Yang Ping's outstretched hand, Jim Basa realized, yes, shake hands!
Jim Basa twisted his neck and held Yang Ping's hand tightly with both hands.
"I'm so grateful, really, so grateful. You saved Steven and saved us."
"It shouldn't be a serious problem. During the embolization, I did anti-slip embolization treatment on the front and rear. You used calculations to simulate the scenario of him falling at high speed on his return flight to accurately determine whether the spring coil will fall off. If not, four weeks later
We can return home smoothly. If there is a separation, then we have to find a way and perform a craniotomy if necessary." Yang Ping told Johannesson and Massimo.
No matter what happens, now that the mountain has been removed, we will slowly figure out the next steps.
"Champagne! There should be champagne at this time!" Jim Bassa shouted.
Johannesson reminded: "Dr. Yang has no interest in champagne, so why not have a glass of apple cider vinegar."
But no one heard these conversations. Everyone lifted Yang Ping up and threw him upwards with all his strength.
Boss Cheng and Mr. Huang were standing by, very worried and ready to deal with possible accidents.