Seeing that no one was helping him, Mr. Meng struggled to get up.
Doctors, nurses, Academician Meng Lao's wife, Dr. Liu Zhida immediately went over to support Mr. Meng and asked him to get up slowly. The nurse quickly stuffed a pillow into Mr. Meng's lower back to cushion him. Due to the change in body position, the load on his heart suddenly increased.
Increased, Meng Lao kept panting.
The heart rate on the ECG monitoring screen suddenly accelerated a lot. Director Nan Yingshu was closely observing the ECG monitoring data. If there was any abnormality, rescue could be carried out immediately.
Fortunately, it was just an increase in heart rate and no obvious arrhythmia.
"Add the oxygen flow slightly," Director Nan told the nurse.
The nurse immediately increased the oxygen flow to cope with the recent increase in heart rate.
"Paper---pen---"
Although Mr. Meng spoke weakly and intermittently, one could hear the firmness in his tone.
Dr. Liu Zhida immediately gave him a document board and pen and put them in his hands to help him hold them steady.
Mr. Meng was leaning on the bedside, with his eyes closed, breathing heavily, and his expression was very painful.
It took a full five minutes for Mr. Meng to calm down a little. He just put on an oxygen mask and was supported by his wife and nurse. Dr. Liu stabilized the document board. Mr. Meng began to draw. The hand holding the pen kept shaking.
I tried hard to control the pen, but there was nothing I could do.
If it is written, it can still be spoken, but drawings cannot be spoken. Even if it is forced to be spoken, it is easy to be distorted. Even if one detail is distorted, it will cause the entire experiment to fail again.
Mr. Meng had to sit up and draw the picture himself. This picture was too important. It was the key technical detail of the entire experiment. He had just thought about the results before he fell ill. After entering the hospital, he could not remember the details of the picture for a while. Now suddenly
Thinking of it, he had to draw it in time.
Seeing Mr. Meng in such pain, his wife held back her tears and advised him:
"You should take a rest!"
Mr. Meng didn't speak. Every ounce of his energy had to be used on the drawing. Because after the illness, his memory was affected. He thought about this drawing for a long time, and now he finally remembered it.
In Mr. Meng's opinion, as long as the picture is drawn, nothing else matters.
The entire ward was completely silent, with only the sound of various medical equipment around. Everyone maintained their own postures and tried to make Mr. Meng Fu as comfortable as possible.
The trembling pen tip moved slowly and laboriously on the paper, and the original straight line turned into a jagged shape. Mr. Meng stopped the pen in his hand: "Zhi-da, can you - understand -?"
Dr. Liu Zhida nodded: "I can understand."
After confirming that Liu Zhida could understand it, Mr. Meng started to draw again. The further he drew, the more difficult it became, but he still did not give up because he was afraid that if he gave up, he might never have the chance to complete the picture.
After painting for a while, Mr. Meng stopped and took a breath.
"Help me put on my --- glasses ---" Mr. Meng's eyes were blurry.
His wife reminded him gently: "I'm wearing it."
"oh---"
Mr. Meng didn't speak anymore, his breathing eased slightly, and he started drawing again.
Yang Ping and all the doctors were very moved when they saw this scene. Everyone was silent and their eyes were wet.
Dean Liu made a gesture, meaning that everyone could go out if there were no other problems, and not to stay too long, so as not to disturb the work of the old academician.
When everyone left the ward, Mr. Meng was still drawing, wearing an oxygen mask, and seemed to be using up his last strength to finish the drawing.
After leaving the ward, everyone sat down in the office on the same floor. No one spoke for at least ten minutes, just sitting quietly like this.
Because everyone's eyes are wet now and their voices are hoarse. No one wants to be the first to speak, and they don't want others to notice their violent mood swings.
After a long time, Dean Liu adjusted his mood and said:
"Everyone has seen the state of the old academician just now. The leader has instructed us to go all out!"
Political Commissar Qiao took a deep breath: "I hope we can do something for him."
Professor Xu did not speak at this time, but he had a broken thumb at this time. This hand really failed to live up to expectations. He had to build nine bridges while his heart kept beating, and each bridge had to be perfect without any flaws.
Mr. Meng's coronary arteries were already atherosclerotic, and a little carelessness during the bypass surgery could easily tear the blood vessels.
It’s really difficult!
What's more, the right thumb is still fractured, so he has to play with the injury.
Director Xu, who has always been confident in coronary artery bypass grafting, also feels tremendous pressure, but apart from himself, there is no other more suitable candidate. No matter what, he must fulfill his mission.
"The coagulation function has just recovered today, and the electrolytes have been balanced today. The previous high potassium level has only come down today. Director Nan said that if it stabilizes for another day, the operation should be possible. We must seize the opportunity and complete the operation as soon as possible. Director Xu, tomorrow
Please make arrangements for the reserve team." Political Commissar Qiao warned.
The closer to the operation, the more Director Xu feels the importance of the reserve team. Once his trauma seriously affects the operation, the reserve surgeon must really be there, not just talk about it.
"Well! There will be two surgeries for each person at eight o'clock tomorrow. I will make arrangements today. The three experts will gather in our cardiac surgery office tomorrow. We will have someone to accompany everyone into the operating room to change clothes and wash hands. I hope Professor Zhong will be with you.
Professor Yang can take time to come to Anzhen this afternoon and get familiar with the environment." Director Xu replied.
"I'll go visit Anzhen in the afternoon. Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Xu." Professor Zhong greeted Professor Xu.
"Professor Yang, shall we go there in the afternoon?" Director Zhou Min thought that he would also accompany Yang Ping in the afternoon.
Yang Ping nodded: "No problem, I will also go and familiarize myself with the operating room environment first."
Everything is completely arranged like this. I will go to Anzhen in the afternoon to familiarize myself with the environment. I will perform surgery tomorrow to demonstrate my skills and determine who will be the preparatory surgeon.
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When Mr. Meng was halfway through the painting, the tip of his pen stopped. He couldn't remember the second half for the time being, so he had to stop writing.
"Zhida --- put it away --- haven't painted yet --- finished --- I'll paint again later." Mr. Meng told his students.
Liu Zhida put away the document board carefully, for fear of getting wrinkles. This was the teacher's hard work.
His wife and nurse helped Mr. Meng slowly lie down to rest, but he couldn't rest while lying on the bed. He was thinking all the time. The limited energy of his heart was almost all used for mental thinking. He had to race against death. He must be sure in the last moment of his life.
Think of this picture.
On the paper on the document board, there was only half a picture, which was all composed of jagged lines, but Liu Zhida could understand that this half picture was the key step in reflecting on the last experiment. This is the reason why several experiments failed, but
There was only half a pair, so Liu Zhida couldn't guess what was behind it.
Moreover, there is really no way to explain this kind of technical drawing accurately in words, only drawings.
As soon as he lay down, the old academician wanted to speak again, and Liu Zhida immediately leaned over to listen.
After talking to the students, the old academician wanted to talk to his wife again. His wife touched his forehead and was already sweating. He had tried his best to paint the half of the painting just now, which consumed too much energy.
The old academician held his wife's hand tightly and told her:
"For the time being---no---surgery---definitely---no! I haven't--finished the painting yet."
There is still half of the picture that has not been finished. He must draw it. After years of hard work in this laboratory, it is not easy to find the reason for the failure. Now at the last moment, there must be no more mistakes, otherwise, it may take many more years.
Once the operation is performed, he may never wake up again. The old academician will never allow himself to keep half of the picture.
In the heart of the old academician, this half of the picture is more important than his life.
My wife understood what Mr. Meng meant. He still had half of the picture to finish and was worried that he would never have the chance again.
"Okay, okay, let's not do the surgery first." His wife nodded and comforted him.
But Mr. Meng was still worried. He took a few calm breaths and said, "Tell the doctor --- tell me now!"
My wife knew Mr. Meng, so he had no choice but to do as he was told. He said to Director Nan Yingshu next to him: "Director Nan, don't do the surgery for the time being. Teacher Meng still has work to finish."
My wife spoke loudly and clearly, intending for Mr. Meng to hear.
However, when she finished speaking, her wife couldn't hold it in any longer, tears streaming down her face. She turned around and walked away a few steps, took out a handkerchief to cover her mouth and nose, then immediately hid aside and sat on a chair sobbing.
But try to suppress your sobs.
When the doctors and nurses present saw this scene, they all burst into tears.
Without surgery, there was no hope of rescue. The old academician was not thinking about himself from beginning to end. What he was always thinking about was the research project and the country's national defense foundation.
It was like this fifty years ago, and it will still be like this fifty years later!
The Jianhe River is windy and the clouds are wide, and the general does not take off his golden armor at night.
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Yang Ping returned to the guest house to rest, and Director Zhou Min stayed with him. This was something that Dean Liu personally explained. How could Director Zhou dare to neglect it.
The scene of the old academician panting and drawing pictures repeatedly appeared in his mind. Yang Ping felt very heavy. He truly felt what a noble person is, a pure person, a moral person, a person who has escaped from vulgar tastes, and is beneficial to the world.
People's man.
In ideological and political courses from childhood to adulthood, "serving the people", "contributing to the country", "reading for the rise of China", etc. were repeatedly mentioned. Yang Ping always felt that these were empty and boring slogans.
But today, he felt a true feeling for his family and country, and this simple spirit had just come so close to him.
Today's peace and happiness are not taken for granted. It is precisely because of such a group of people who contribute in obscurity that we can enjoy life freely.
The impetuous and materialistic society has long made people forget that the sky above us is always clear because someone is always holding an umbrella.
"Director Zhou, let's go to An Zhen early in the afternoon to familiarize ourselves with the environment. I also want to familiarize myself with the patient who will be my surgeon tomorrow."
Yang Ping organized his thoughts and felt that he must do something for the old academician.
"Let's go after lunch. I'll call Xiao Wu." Director Zhou Min cooperated as much as possible.
After arriving in the imperial capital, Yang Ping did not send a WeChat message to Xiao Su, nor did he contact anyone else. At the critical moment, he still understood the organizational discipline and Xiao Su had his mother-in-law to take care of him. Yang Ping was very relieved.
After lunch, Yang Ping didn't bother to rest. Director Zhou Min accompanied Yang Ping to Anzhen Hospital to familiarize himself with the environment.
One of the advantages of Zhou Min's appointment is that he is easy to feel familiar to others. He only interacted with Yang Ping two or three times, but Yang Ping felt as if he was very familiar with him.
I also felt the same way among the "officer corps" who went to Sanbo last time. Director of the Political Department Zhang Zhenglong was very affable and made people feel like he was an old friend for many years. He always talked like a spring breeze.
Professor Xu arranged for a doctoral student to receive Yang Ping, and took Yang Ping and Zhou Min around Anzhen Hospital, focusing on the operating room to familiarize themselves with the equipment and instruments, and then met and chatted with the anesthesiologist team.
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Although the surgical plan is a coronary artery bypass grafting operation with a beating heart, the plan may change during the operation, so Yang Ping also contacted the extracorporeal circulation team.
Yang Ping has been familiar with the two cases arranged by Anzhen Hospital for a long time. He not only reviewed the cases several times and communicated face to face with the doctor in charge of the bed, but also went to the ward for rounds, asked about the medical history, and examined the patients.
An Zhen heard that Yang Ping was here, and many doctors came to see Yang Ping. Everyone knew that he published 13 CNS papers. In their eyes, Yang Ping was a god-like figure.
I always thought that he was just an orthopedic surgeon, but I didn’t expect that he would undergo heart surgery and have a coronary artery bypass surgery in Anzhen tomorrow.
Everyone is looking forward to what it will be like for a god-like doctor to perform coronary artery bypass grafting.
After staying in Anzhen for several hours, Yang Ping and Zhou Min did not return to the guest house until after five o'clock in the afternoon.
During dinner, I didn't expect Dean Liu and Political Commissar Qiao to come too. They were very busy during the day and had no time. When they were free in the evening, they came over to see Yang Ping and eat with him to show their concern.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! 301 went to Sanbo Hospital twice to discuss the introduction of Yang Ping, but Yang Ping was unwilling. Now, taking this opportunity, President Liu and
Political Commissar Qiao and Yang Ping flirt with each other.
The superior leaders have instructed that Yang Ping must be introduced to 301 and introduced in a way that is acceptable to him.
Although the instructions are simple, it is quite difficult to follow them.
Anyway, Dean Liu thought about it and found no good move. The last move was to acquire Sanbo Hospital as the Southern Clinical Medical Center. In any case, Sanbo Hospital would give him whatever he wanted in terms of policies, people, and money.
As for the autonomy that Xia Changjiang values the most, Dean Liu has already thought of it---give it!
The dean also asked Xia Changjiang to be the head office. The original leadership team of Sanbo Hospital will remain unchanged and the decision will be completely left to them. This will be the head office.
This time Yang Ping came to Hospital 301, he never saw Professor Qin Shi. It may be due to disciplinary reasons. Yang Ping only had contact with personnel related to the medical team, and other unrelated personnel may not be able to contact him for the time being.
Sure enough, around six o'clock in the evening, Dean Liu and Political Commissar Qiao rushed to the guest house.
Political Commissar Qiao also specially brought some tea---the fine West Lake Longjing. Political Commissar Qiao heard that Yang Ping liked to drink this.
"Professor Yang, I didn't know you also did cardiac surgery. I thought you had been doing orthopedics. I'm so ashamed." Dean Liu chatted with Yang Ping at the dinner table.
Yang Ping smiled and said: "I have only recently studied cardiac surgery, which is complex but not specialized."
"Excessive humility is pride. Professor Xin Weicong highly recommends you, saying that your aortic dissection treatment is better than him. Xin Weicong speaks straightforwardly." Political Commissar Qiao said while making tea.
It’s not easy for Yang Ping to refute. Indeed, no matter how modest you are, it’s hypocrisy.
"You are not an ordinary miscellaneous person. You publish 13 CNS articles at one time. Oh, by the way, you must remember to do this for me. I just met an old academician from the spine surgery department after get off work and asked me when I can see Yang Ping. Oh, it's so far away. When I saw him, I originally wanted to take a detour, but my reaction was a little slow."
Dean Liu helped Yang Ping wash the tea cups and dishes with boiling water.
"This is the rule for you southerners. We northerners don't have this kind of rules."
Ren Zhou Min continued: "How many bacteria can you kill by boiling this water?"
Political Commissar Qiao said at this time: "You don't understand this. This is a ceremony and etiquette, just like young people nowadays taking pictures with their mobile phones and posting them on their WeChat Moments before eating."
PS: Writing this, I remembered a sentence: a noble person, a pure person, a moral person, a person who has escaped from low taste, a person who is beneficial to the people---they have always existed, they are
The backbone of our Chinese nation! Bow and salute!!!
