There is only one chance to suture the artificial blood vessel and the autogenous blood vessel.
Once it fails, the consequences will be disastrous!
If there is a flaw in the suture, it will not be able to bear the pressure brought by the blood flow.
Just like an iron pipe cracked by freezing in winter, it will suddenly explode when exposed to pressure.
If it is in other parts, there may be a chance for repair, but at this time, the suturing is the heart blood vessel, and it must be successful at the first time.
In addition to Qiao Yuanchun in the operating room, Jiang Jing is also a surgeon in the field of chest and heart. He knows the difficulty.
Everyone's eyes were focused on Zhao Yuan.
Even standing next to Zhao Yuan, Jiang Jing felt tremendous pressure.
Not to mention myself, even the mentor of the beautiful country would probably have to scratch his head.
"Stitch!"
Zhao Yuan behaved calmly and calmly.
The atmosphere in the operating room changed suddenly.
Everyone holds their breath.
Zhao Yuan began to layer, insert needles, pass through, make detours, and tie knots.
It is a basic operation that all surgeons know, but now it is performed on the intima of blood vessels that are several hairs thick.
It's no different than dancing on the edge of a knife.
Qiao Yuanchun has a big heart.
He had experienced countless operations in his life, and he felt nervous at this moment. He didn't dare to let out a breath for fear of affecting Zhao Yuan's operation.
Zhao Yuan's eyes were firm and every movement was crisp.
It takes a lot of time to anastomose multiple blood vessels.
But, at his pace, time passed too fast.
After finally completing the last stitch, he put down the needle holder in his hand and said softly, "The suture is completed."
The atmosphere remains tense.
Just because the suturing is completed, it does not mean that the suturing is effective.
Next, you have to accept the most severe test.
Success or failure.
Life or death depends on the next step.
"Open the circulation channel." Zhao Yuan gave the order.
Qiao Yuanchun said softly, "Want to check it out?"
Zhao Yuan shook his head confidently, "No need!"
A top student always succeeds in answering a question once and does not need to go back and do it again.
Qiao Yuanchun was very confident in Zhao Yuan's ability and had no doubts.
Although Qiao Yuanchun is the first assistant, his status and qualifications mean that he has a certain say in this operation. If he strongly objects, he can take over the operation at any time.
Once the circulation channel is opened, it means testing whether the operation is successful.
Qiao Yuanchun originally thought this was an operation without much suspense.
But it turns out that aortic dissection is never simple.
Moreover, Ma Ting originally suffered from Ehlers-Danlos syndrome, which made the surgery full of variables.
"Open the channel!"
Bai Lu unscrews the valve and blood circulation is transferred from the outside to the body.
A large amount of blood fills the blood vessels of the heart, passes through the sutures between the artificial blood vessels and the autologous blood vessels, and then flows to all parts of the body.
Bang bang bang!
Visible tremor, the heart gradually becomes stronger from weak at first.
Zhao Yuan took a deep breath, knowing that the operation was not over yet.
Next, we have to wait and see how the seams turn out.
One minute, two minutes...
Time suddenly slowed down.
Five minutes passed.
Qiao Yuanchun smiled with relief and admired from the bottom of his heart, "The operation was successful."
Zhao Yuan did not slack off, "Just wait a little longer!"
Qiao Yuanchun secretly admired that he was able to complete such a difficult technique with his concentration, stability and precision, coupled with his calm and calm mental quality.
Generally speaking, if there is no problem with the suturing within five minutes, the operation will be successful.
But Zhao Yuan was uneasy and asked to extend the observation time.
Qiao Yuanchun had a new understanding of Zhao Yuan.
Despite his extraordinary skills, he is cautious and steady.
This is what a surgeon should be like.
Face difficulties and never give up.
In the face of success, be low-key and humble.
Another five minutes passed.
A gentle curve finally appeared at the corner of Zhao Yuan's mouth.
"Let's finish this! Dr. Jiang, the rest is up to you."
"Received!" Jiang Jing's eyes were full of admiration.
Even at the Cleveland Research Center, he had never seen such a delicate operation.
Any difficult operation is composed of countless small operations.
No matter how good the technique is, it will be difficult to perform without the support of strong basic skills.
After so many years of medical development, most surgical techniques are no longer secrets.
Although they clearly know how to perform surgery, why are some doctors able to do an excellent job while others are unable to do anything?
The difference lies in basic skills.
Whether it was fighting side by side with Qin Guoqiang or this operation, the reason why Zhao Yuan was able to surpass these two provincial experts came from his incredible micro-management.
Jiang Jing suddenly had the illusion that it would be difficult to surpass Zhao Yuan in this life.
Basic skills come from diligent practice.
On the other hand, it comes from talent.
No matter how diligent you are, there will always be a limit.
Talent determines the upper limit.
Just like a 100-meter athlete, relying on training and skills, you can achieve a time of 11 seconds.
However, if you want to run under 10 seconds, you can't do it just by exercising.
Jiang Jing took a deep breath and started the final finishing work.
The team leader made the operation a classic, and he couldn't let it slip at the last step.
By following the team leader, not only can I be exposed to surgeries in multiple fields, but I can also gain a deeper understanding of extracardiac surgery. This experience is really rare.
Logically speaking, the finishing work should be completed by Isuke.
However, even though Qiao Yuanchun is the first assistant, he is still a well-known provincial expert. It is obviously overkill for him to handle this task.
Qiao Yuanchun watched Jiang Jing's skillful operation and sighed inwardly. As expected, within five years at most, the team led by Zhao Yuan will shine brightly in the field of chest and heart.
This is the case in any field, with new people emerging in large numbers and old people retiring.
However, he was still a little excited inside.
It's a very satisfying feeling to see a new star rising in front of your own eyes.
The doctors in the observation room were a little stunned.
"Is the operation over?"
"Yes! I'm starting to close my chest."
"Didn't you say it would take seven or eight hours? How long has it been?"
"The operating room time varies from person to person and is controlled by the surgeon."
"Oh, this surgery is so awesome. Especially the composite multi-layered intimal suturing of the blood vessels is very impressive. It's completely master-level."
Among this group of doctors, not one can do this level of surgery, but they still have good eyesight.
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Outside the operating room.
Ma Anan has been waiting for the results.
When she learned that her father was going to have surgery today, she didn't sleep all night.
My mind is always thinking wildly.
Her mother died when she was very young, leaving her with a incomplete childhood.
Her father loved her very much, but she always felt that the world was unfair, so she dealt with problems in a very extreme way.
The moment her father was pushed onto the operating table, she suddenly realized that she might lose the most precious thing.
She doesn't believe in gods and Buddhas.
But last night she prayed to Jesus, Tathagata, and the Jade Emperor.
She was even willing to make a contract with the God of Death.
As long as my father is safe and sound, I am willing to use my life as a mortgage.
She stared anxiously at the lead door of the operating room, hoping that the people inside could tell her in time how the operation was going!
Suddenly the green light flashed, the lead door opened, and a doctor walked out.
Ma Anan quickly stood up and rushed over anxiously.
"Doctor, how is my father?"
"Are you Ma Ting's family?"
"Yes, I am his daughter."
"The operation was successful and he will be transferred to the intensive care unit later."
Ma Anan seemed to have been drained of strength and collapsed on the ground.
