Song Yunjian's parents asked anxiously: "Dr. Gao Shan, I don't know when my son can have surgery."
Gao Shan glanced at them lightly: "I have reported this matter to the provincial and district communication system. As for when the matching heart source will be found, it is still unknown."
Song Yunjian's mother said: "What's going on? Is it possible that no one donates organs?"
Song Yunjian's father sighed: "In today's world, it's hard to say anything."
Gao Shan comforted: "There are not a few volunteers making donations now, but most of them are terminally ill or death row prisoners. The number is relatively rare. In addition, after the military control, many corpses have just been executed.
After that, it was sent to major hospitals for research. Generally speaking, the supply is too small, not to mention that unique organs like the heart are in a state of short supply most of the time. Many people make plans two or three years in advance.
."
Heart transplant surgery is very difficult, and the requirements for matching candidates are extremely high.
Both in terms of blood type and gender, there are extremely strict requirements.
After hearing this, the couple shed tears silently. Jiang Xinyue, who was following behind, couldn't bear to hurt them, but some ugly things had to be said. Before that, there were so many medical incidents in the hospital, but it was because they had not dealt with the situation before.
The son said it was transparent.
"Generally speaking, before performing a heart transplant, the various indicators and genetic matching between the donor and recipient must be highly consistent. This way, the transplant operation will be more effective and the rejection reaction will be reduced.
There are even miracles that happen after heart transplantation, and you don't need to take warfarin and other maintenance or anti-rejection drugs, so you don't have to be so pessimistic. Some time ago, our hospital of traditional Chinese medicine received several hearts as specimens. I believe it won't happen.
There should be corresponding heart supply in a few days."
Nurse Xiao Wang was worried that her aunt and uncle would not be able to bear the blow, so she had no choice but to offer words of comfort.
"Another very important point is that during our research during this period, we found that heart matching has very high gender requirements. If both the recipient and the donor are male, the success rate can be increased by at least 15%. If the donor
The body is female and the recipient is male, so the success rate for male patients to receive a female donor heart is very low."
Of course, Gaoshan does not need to consider this kind of problem. With spiritual energy as support, these are not problems.
When Song Yunjian, who was lying on the bed, heard that a woman's heart was going to be placed on his body, he immediately retorted: "I don't want a girl's heart. They say those girls are petty. How can I, a grown man, be like them?"
The couple yelled back: "What nonsense are you talking about, you stupid kid? At present, as long as there is a heart that can match the man or woman, we can accept it."
Song Yunjian's mother reprimanded angrily: "What are you thinking, silly kid? The most important thing is to survive now, and you are still picky."
Song Yunjian, who was lying on the bed, did not expect that his words would attract attacks from all directions. He had a sneer on his face and said nothing. However, after he made such a fuss, the depressive atmosphere in the room relaxed a lot.
Gao Shan smiled and said: "Even if you want a man's heart, I can't arrange it for you."
Song Yunjian immediately replied happily: "Brother Gao Shan is still the best to me."
But the couple is still worried, "But if we wait like this, we still don't have an accurate estimate of what will happen if he suddenly gets sick and cannot wait for a heart transplant..."
When the words came to his lips, Song Yunjian's father still swallowed them.
Song Yunjian's mother glared at her husband and complained: "How long has it been? You have such a crow mouth, can't you say something nice?"
Gao Shan comforted: "Don't worry, I will try my best to help you fight for it. Last time I heard that the First Affiliated Hospital had made an appointment for the heart of a death row prisoner. I have asked someone to go over and find out his blood type and gender. If it is suitable, I will get the blood."
Make a match. If possible, given his condition, he should be given priority."
The purpose of making a cardiology appointment at the First Affiliated Hospital is for related research, but Song Yunjian's situation is special and he may die at any time. People like this are usually given priority.
The heart transplant operation was temporarily put on hold, waiting for a response from the First Affiliated Hospital, and Gao Shan here received a special package.
"Hello, hello, is this Mr. Gao Shan? We have a package here that is sent to you. This package is really too big. Could you please come over and sign for it in person?"
The courier looked at the 400-kilogram courier behind him and felt an indescribable headache. When the headquarters received the courier before, everyone speculated about who was unlucky enough to deliver the courier. Unexpectedly, that person was exactly
Own.
What is even more strange is that there is no security stamp on this express delivery, only an address.
Moreover, some black liquid seeped out from time to time around the express delivery, but it disappeared immediately after encountering the sun.
The courier looked at the express and felt that it was a little evil. He quickly called Gao Shan again and urged him to go downstairs to sign for the express.
The address is the Dean's Building of Gaoshan Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine.
Gao Shan himself felt very strange. He didn't even know when he bought the express delivery.
Maybe it's because I've been too busy recently, and I'm so caught up in trivial things that I can't think of it for a while.
As soon as Gao Shan reached the gate of the hospital, several patrolling soldiers chased him in a car, "Dean Gao Shan, do you want to go out now? Do you want us to drive you?"
Gao Shan thought that the other party mentioned on the phone that this express delivery was a bit bulky and it was best to bring a few people over, so he called a few soldiers to follow him.
"There is a courier to be picked up outside the door. Come with me. If it's convenient, drive a car over and help me carry the courier upstairs."
Gao Shan was not an indolent person, so they immediately drove the car over enthusiastically.
I saw the courier's figure all the way up the mountain. After seeing the huge thing behind him, I looked back at the small car sitting under my butt. It should barely fit in it.
Fortunately, I had called a few soldiers just now, otherwise I would have to stand guard at the door and watch this express delivery.
Gao Shan waved to the courier: "Hello, little brother, is that my courier?"
The courier nodded and shouted loudly: "I'm really sorry, Mr. Gao Shan, could you please come out? This courier is too big. It took my four colleagues half an hour to lift him."