Then, he immersed himself in operating the equipment.
Everyone was a little confused. They promised to come to see the surgery, but they didn't see anything useful.
Time ticks by.
The operation progressed for an hour and a half, and Zhao Yuan and Jiang Jing ordered, "Take off the microscope glasses for me."
Jiang Jing asked cautiously, "Did it succeed?"
Zhao Yuan glanced at Jiang Jing without saying anything.
Jiang Jing is in the same state as everyone outside.
Don't say that people outside don't know how the surgery is done and how well it is done.
Even as my assistant, I don't know what the situation is.
Zhao Yuan began to continue suturing.
This step is very critical. Zhao Yuan did it very confidently and very quickly.
The audience outside can finally understand.
"What is being done now is the standard allogeneic hand transplantation process."
"What exactly did he do under the microscope just now?"
"The devil knows what he is doing, or he is trying to be mysterious."
"Don't be so superficial. There must be a secret hidden inside."
The data displayed by the monitor has always been in a stable state.
One advantage of hand transplantation is that compared with lung transplantation or heart transplantation, you don’t have to focus too much on maintaining vital signs.
Before I knew it, I was already in the second half of the operation.
Zhao Yuan loosened the blood vessel blocking forceps.
All eyes are focused on the arms.
Something has changed!
Something has changed!
The transplanted arm began to change in shape and color under blood perfusion.
There were signs of bleeding, but only a little.
no!
Zhao Yuan frowned!
Observe blood flow.
The technique suddenly sped up.
"Interventional thrombectomy."
Things didn't go that smoothly.
Just when everyone thought the operation was successful, Zhao Yuan discovered the changes in time.
The blood flowed behind the allogeneic arm, and many blood vessels were blocked.
A situation like this cannot be ignored and must be dealt with quickly.
The crowd watching the technique began to talk about it.
"Sure enough, he is still too young. For an emergency doctor to perform an allogeneic hand transplant is simply bizarre."
"I was boasting a lot before, but it turned out to be just ordinary stuff."
"The operation is not over yet. Please stop talking and practice your moral integrity."
"Yes, once the operation is successful, I will slap you in the face."
In addition to trolls, there were also supporters of Zhao Yuan in the crowd.
It is not easy to stand on the operating table for such a top-notch surgery.
Put yourself in my shoes, who in the entire hospital can perform this surgery?
The truth is, no one!
Otherwise, Zhao Yuan, a doctor from an outside hospital, would not be standing there.
Zhao Yuan performed the thrombectomy very quickly, and it didn't take long for Zhao Yuan to remove several long blood clots.
The atmosphere in the operating room suddenly became much more relaxed.
Zhao Yuan's eyes became bright and clear.
Under the microscope, he performed fine capillary and mild nervous system corrections. This transplant surgery was almost impeccable.
Although there was a small episode just now, everything is under Zhao Yuan's control.
The next step is to check whether the operation was successful.
The anesthesiologist reduces the drug output and the patient gradually wakes up.
When she saw that she had her hands again, even though her arms were covered with dense stitches, her mood was hard to describe in words when she looked at those familiar yet unfamiliar hands.
"Try to feel it." Zhao Yuan reminded softly from the side.
The woman sat up straight, her brain trying to send signals to her hands.
It seems like nothing has changed.
She was a little anxious and her eyes were full of panic.
Zhao Yuan reminded patiently, "Don't be anxious, don't be mean. Imagine there is a person standing in front of you and you want to hug him."
The woman breathed softly.
At this time, a small margin relieved everyone.
The ring finger of her right hand was slightly bent.
"Success!"
"It's amazing."
Everyone's faces exuded excitement.
Tears rolled down from the corners of the woman's eyes, and she hoarsely said thank you.
Thank you, the surgeon.
Thank you even more to my sister who is already in another world.
This operation took five hours, which actually exceeded the normal workload of seven hours.
Mainly the suturing under the microscope in the early stage, which took up a lot of time and consumed a lot of physical energy.
Zhao Yuan walked out of the operating room and was greeted by Chu Guoding.
"I didn't expect the operation to be so successful. You are really amazing."
Zhao Yuan said modestly, "The donor is the patient's sister, which somehow reduces the difficulty. The main reason is the patient's own strong willpower."
Chu Guoding nodded in agreement, "Yes, the most difficult thing about a surgery like this is organ matching. The other thing is the anti-rejection after surgery."
Zhao Yuan said confidently, "It should be fine. By the way, is there still surgery?"
Chu Guoding was startled for a moment and said softly, "No more! The operation just now was the last task given to you. You completed it beautifully. By the way, you can evacuate with confidence."
Zhao Yuan was a little surprised, "I can still continue fighting."
Chu Guoding smiled and said: "A group of experts from all over the country arrived in the provincial capital this afternoon, and a group of people will be assigned to come in tomorrow. In a short time, we will have enough personnel. In fact, I also want to fight side by side with you, but you also need
rest."
Zhao Yuan said softly, "Okay, if you need anything, call me at any time and I will rush over immediately."
Chu Guoding checked the time, glanced at the sky, and whispered, "Sound the alarm!"
Zhao Yuan looked outside through the glass.
The road, which was originally full of traffic, seemed to have been built according to a fixed pattern.
Then, one car after another screamed sadly.
Pedestrians on the road lowered their heads silently to mourn the compatriots who lost their lives in the disaster.
Zhao Yuan thought of the faces that had left the world and felt sad in his heart.
After the silence ended, Zhao Yuan raised his head and his eyes became firm.
Chu Guoding patted Zhao Yuan on the shoulder, "I originally wanted to keep you for a few days, but I didn't expect you to complete the operation so quickly. You can set off tomorrow morning. Don't worry, the people of this land will be taken care of by us.
Come and protect."
Zhao Yuan nodded, "Would you like to take a photo?"
Chu Guoding was slightly startled, "Yeah!"
Zhao Yuan said with a smile, "It's not just the two of us, but also the comrades who are fighting side by side."
Chu Guoding smiled and said, "Let's meet in front of the hospital in ten minutes."
Then a group of people gathered at the door, and dozens of people stood at the door of the hospital, leaving a scene.
Zhao Yuan and Chu Guoding stood in the middle of the crowd.
There was no smile on their faces, they were extremely serious and tough.
After this disaster relief, everyone felt that they had grown up.
Not far away, there was a camera secretly recording this scene.
The next day, a video was widely circulated on the Internet.
It brought a perfect end to this epic disaster relief operation.
