On the third day after the operation, when Yang Ping went to the ICU for ward rounds, he checked the muscle strength of Gan Fengyi's mother's lower limbs and found that it had recovered better than before, improving from level one to level two.
This recovery speed is relatively fast. After the spinal cord compression is relieved, the earlier and faster the muscle strength recovers, which means the better the surgical effect.
Based on Yang Ping’s experience, Gan Fengyi’s mother has great hope of recovery.
If the muscle strength returns to level 4, you can try to extubate it, and it will return to level 5, which is completely normal.
When Yang Ping came out of the ICU ward, several family members were quarreling in the family waiting area.
"A male patient, only in his thirties, suffered from fulminant viral myocarditis. He was already in trouble when he came here and is currently being maintained on ECMO."
Doctor Meng from the ICU explained to Yang Ping that there are too many things like this in the ICU. This may be the place with the highest mortality rate in the world. How many people have not been able to defeat death. Not everyone has a chance to live.
Living is a kind of luck.
The family members were very loud, and the woman seemed to be the patient's wife, sitting on a chair crying.
"It's useless to always scold him. Men also need dignity. Do you know that after his company closed down and he lost his job, in order not to make you anxious, he still carries his briefcase every day, leaves early and comes back late, and pays his money on time every month
Here you go, all that money was borrowed, so you knew how to scold him, scold him, and now it’s better. If you want to scold him, he won’t hear you anymore.”
"You didn't even know he had a high fever those days?"
"If I knew, I wouldn't quarrel with him."
"It's raining so hard, why are you driving him out?"
"I don't know, really."
In the ICU and the emergency department, there are often noisy arguments from family members. These two places are places where life and death are separated. Yang Ping has seen this kind of thing many times.
Yang Ping hurriedly returned to the comprehensive orthopedics ward, where Professor Li was studying Zheng Baosheng's latest examination results.
Zheng Baosheng's heart and blood vessels are like a pot of mushy noodles. The operation requires separating the noodles one by one. These separated noodles cannot be broken or damaged. This is why the operation is very difficult. p>
Additional examinations, including angiography of the surgical area, revealed that the distribution of many blood vessels is different from normal human anatomy.
Professor Li Zehui sat at his desk, staring at the heart model in a daze, holding the model in his hands and turning it slowly.
After coming to China, Professor Li has not been to other places except 301 Hospital and Sanbo Hospital. He declined all social and entertainment activities and spent all his time in the ward, studying Zheng Baosheng's cases.
These days, he sometimes closes his eyes and thinks, sometimes looks at the images and pictures, and uses a magnifying glass to read the films repeatedly. Like this, he stares at the models of the heart and great blood vessels in a daze, which often lasts for a full hour or two.
One day during the journey, he took time to go to his parents' hometown to worship his ancestors, and then returned to Sanbo Hospital.
Several times, he personally performed color ultrasound on Li Baosheng at the bedside to fully prepare for the operation.
After staring for a long time, Professor Li started to draw again. He had already drawn no less than a hundred pictures. He felt embarrassed and always apologized to everyone for wasting everyone's paper.
When meeting people, Professor Li would always nod to them as a greeting. The cardiologist at the Provincial People's Hospital, Annex 1 and Annex 2 invited Professor Li to dinner, but Professor Li declined politely.
Yang Ping has the habit of running. There is a gym in Sanbo Hotel, and Yang Ping often runs on the treadmill there.
Professor Li also followed Yang Ping, running together and discussing cases while running.
When he was in the United States, Professor Li learned the habit from his teacher. Every weekend, he would run on the shores of Lake Erie with his pet dog.
Professor Li was drawing pictures seriously, Yang Ping just smiled at him, and then everyone went about their own business.
Song Zimo reported that Zheng Baosheng’s preoperative preparations have been completed and he can undergo elective surgery.
Regarding Zheng Baosheng's surgery, Yang Ping has already completed the simulation in the system space. As long as the points allow for such a difficult surgery, Yang Ping is willing to conduct pre-operative simulations. The only, irreversible life is to maximize the success rate.
Taking advantage of the time he had now, Yang Ping decided to have a private conversation with Zheng Baosheng himself. Song Zimo knew that before every major operation of this kind, Yang Ping would have a private conversation with the patient as the chief surgeon, and he would not be able to interfere.
The young man curled up on the hospital bed, with his parents beside him. Yang Ping said: "We are fully prepared. We are preparing to schedule the operation. I want to talk to him alone."
Mr. and Mrs. Zheng left the ward, closed the door behind them, and waited at the door.
Yang Ping opened the curtains: "Do you usually like to close the curtains?"
"Well, I don't dare to look at the sunshine outside." Zheng Baosheng's eyes were half-closed and his voice was timid.
Yang Ping stood beside his bed: "Whether you look at it or not, the sun is outside. You'd better open the curtains and be calm."
Zheng Baosheng acquiesced, and his half-closed eyes slowly adapted.
"We are going to perform surgery on you. The risk of surgery is very high, but I have enough confidence." Yang Ping opened the topic.
Conversations with patients must be candid.
"I know, I will probably die on the operating table." Zheng Baosheng was a little stunned.
Yang Ping comforted him: "It's just a possibility. You are not the first patient who has been brought back from hell through my hands."
"Thank you. I have seen many doctors, and you are the only one who makes me feel confident. But I know my condition, and it doesn't matter. If I can get through this, I can live like a normal person, and I, as well as my parents,
Everyone's dream comes true; if unfortunately I die on the operating table, I will finally be freed, and they will be freed too. I have dragged them down, and if they have a healthy son, their lives will be happier." Zheng Baosheng's tone was decadent.
"You are very calm. If you want to tell me anything, such as worry or fear, you can tell me." Yang Ping encouraged him.
"There's nothing to say, I'm just unwilling. I didn't do anything wrong. Why am I the one who's unlucky?" Zheng Baosheng's tone was calm, and it was obvious that he was desperate.
"This is a matter of probability. You can only accept it and cannot escape it. Your spine is severely deformed, causing underdevelopment of the thorax. The heart and large blood vessels are squeezed into a small space, and some unexplained exudative inflammatory disease makes the crowding
These structures become a pot of noodles. In this operation, I have to deal with this pot of noodles, separate the noodles one by one, put them in the appropriate position, and then correct the curved spine. If successful,
, you can live like a normal person. If you fail, your life will stop on the operating table. This is also a matter of probability, but I think the probability of success is relatively high." Yang Ping briefly told Zheng Baosheng the surgical method.
"Even without this operation, I can see the end of my life, right in front of me. Do you know how terrible this is? A person who knows that he will not live long and lives by his fingers feels so scared! How unwilling!
"Zheng Baosheng sobbed softly.
"So, I'm talking to you for the last time now, and I want to hear your own opinion."
"I don't want to die! So--even if I know it's fire, I will jump on it."
"Have you thought it through?" Yang Ping asked.
"I have thought about it clearly. I have thought about it for many years. No one gave me this choice before. Now you have given me this opportunity. No matter whether the operation succeeds or fails, I will accept my fate. I am afraid of death, but sometimes I think about it.
There is nothing to be afraid of, just like sleeping, you don’t know anything, but you will never wake up." Zheng Baosheng said calmly.
"If I wake up, I want to take them around and let them enjoy life. I will take over the restaurant at home and learn how to run it from them. I will cherish every day. I will no longer give up on myself, no longer play games, no more
If I yell at them again, I want to live a good life, but even living is a luxury now. I don't ask for anything else, just to be able to live." Zheng Baosheng turned around with difficulty and looked at Yang Ping.
Yang Ping stretched out his hand: "If you believe me, I will go all out for your wish."
Zheng Baosheng stretched out his thin hand: "Thank you for helping me tell my parents that I actually can't bear to leave them."
"Why don't you say it yourself?"
"I don't know. Every time I want to say it, I want to cry. I don't want them to watch me cry."
