Dong Cunhao concentrated his attention without any distractions.
All he could see was the cut edge and the downward path.
"The heart position was successfully avoided, but the following process is the most difficult because it requires internal transverse incision. Chen Siming observes the data and will be alerted immediately if there is any scene." Tang Qianqian was doing deputy work on the side.
They need to cut out a space large enough to remove the shrapnel.
This piece of shrapnel is very large, so the cutting edge needs to be large enough.
Cutting the surface is easy, but cutting the interior requires experience.
Dong Cunhao can see the structure of the internal organs in his eyes, and he also has a map of the internal organs in his mind. This is based on his experience in many years of surgery.
But he also had to be precise, as the slightest mistake could kill Zhou Qingrou.
"The patient has difficulty breathing. It should be that the wound has weakened the cardiopulmonary function and increased the oxygen supply." Chen Siming's voice sounded.
"It's not enough. The respiratory capacity continues to weaken. The patient's cardiopulmonary function is much weaker than we expected. We must find a way!"
It is not life-threatening for the time being, but if it continues to weaken like this, I am afraid that it will not last long and I will suffocate and die, and I will not be able to survive the operation.
"I'll do it!"
Gao Shan immediately took out the silver needles one after another and inserted them one by one to stimulate the heart and lungs, keeping them active and functioning normally.
"Have you recovered?" Gao Shan turned to look at Chen Siming.
Chen Siming gave Gao Shan a thumbs up and said, "It's amazing. I can breathe easier than before and reduce the amount of oxygen delivered!"
No matter what was happening externally, Dong Cunhao remained unmoved and just focused on his surgery.
Time passed, and some problems arose during the period, but they were solved by several people working together, and Gaoshan's Silver Needle played a decisive role.
Chen Siming and Tang Qianqian were both extremely surprised. They didn't expect that each small silver needle had the power to turn decay into something magical. It was really amazing.
They even have the intention to take time off and go down the mountain to see if they can learn a few tricks so that they can solve similar problems during surgery.
Unconsciously, more than an hour later, the knife edge was completely opened, and the shrapnel inside could be seen.
Dong Cunhao frowned and spoke for the first time, saying: "The degree of adhesion between the shrapnel and the body is too high. I'm afraid it will take a long time to cut, and it is very likely to cause adverse reactions in the patient. Please observe the physical data."
After speaking, he changed to a small and delicate scalpel and began to cut.
This time the cutting is more difficult, because it has to be done inside the body, and the two sides of the cutting are the heart and lungs. A slight touch may cause the heart and lung function to become abnormal again, so it needs to be very precise.
Dong Cunhao cut carefully, and the sweat on his forehead was wiped off again and again. Even a dry cloth could be squeezed out of the water, so he had to use another one.
The people watching on the sidelines were equally nervous and did not dare to take a breath for fear of affecting Dong Cunhao.
During this process, Gao Shan also secretly lamented his own shortcomings.
He has always been very proud, boasting that there is no disease that cannot be cured, and that no one can surpass him in medical skills, because only he can cure terminal diseases that cannot be cured by others.
Now that I think about it, it was because he had special means, but it was just a trick. In terms of medical skills alone, he still had many shortcomings.
Just talking about the surgery in front of him is not what he can do. It requires systematic study and years of practice to be able to do it. It does not mean that he can operate on people with a scalpel.
There are specialties in the art industry, but he is not as good as the three people in front of him in this aspect.
"Oops!" Dong Cunhao suddenly said with a solemn expression.
"What's wrong?"
Gao Shan and Tang Qianqian spoke at the same time and asked worriedly.
"The shrapnel actually bonded an artery, which had to be incised. However, once the incision was made, there would be a lot of bleeding, and I was afraid the patient wouldn't be able to support it."
"Can't we avoid it?"
"There was no way to avoid it. I could only minimize the incision and suture it immediately. It was very difficult to operate because it was an internal suture. I could only try my best."
These things were not expected before. After all, it is impossible to capture such fine details with a film, and can only be discovered after cutting them open.
Gao Shan turned to Chen Siming and asked: "How is the bleeding detected over there?"
"It is still being estimated, but if the artery is cut, the amount of bleeding will increase instantly, and the amount of blood transfusion will not be able to keep up. Whether it can survive depends on the patient himself, and we cannot estimate accurately."
Gao Shan's expression also became serious.
"It has to be cut as soon as possible, we can't waste time."
Gao Shan gritted his teeth, picked up the silver needle and said, "Start cutting!"
He prayed secretly in his heart, hoping that Zhou Qingrou would hold on.
Dong Cunhao also moved away and cut. Although he tried his best to ensure that the cut was not too big, blood still spurted out at the moment of the cut, splattering Dong Cunhao's face.
Tang Qianqian on the side immediately helped wipe away the blood on his face.
Dong Cunhao's men never stopped, shouting: "Needle and thread!"
Immediately, he sutured the artery first.
"The vital signs are rapidly weakening. The heavy bleeding just now has too much impact. Increase the amount of blood transfusion." Chen Siming roared over there, but the vital signs continued to decline.
Gao Shan went over to take a look and saw that the situation was indeed very bad. He picked up the silver needle again and continued to stimulate Zhou Qingrou.
Zhou Qingrou, who was sleeping, felt pain and her body began to tremble.
"Hold on, don't let her move!" Dong Cunhao roared.
Tang Qianqian immediately worked together with several nurses to hold Zhou Qingrou down.
Gao Shan continued to stitch, and Dong Cunhao also continued to suture.
After a few tense minutes, Chen Siming shouted: "The vital signs began to stabilize and no longer dropped!"
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
Gao Shan had also consumed a lot of spiritual energy just now, and he finally passed the crisis and breathed a sigh of relief.
The others can take a breather, but not Dong Cunhao. He still needs to continue the operation.
"Can you handle it? Do you want me to take over?" Tang Qianqian noticed that Dong Cunhao's face began to turn pale and his legs began to tremble.
"I can't take over at this time. I have to finish this series." Dong Cunhao supported him forcefully.
Gao Shan took out a pill and asked Dong Cunhao to open his mouth, then stuffed it in, chewed it and swallowed it.
Dong Cunhao felt the elixir enter his body and immediately became energetic again. He joked: "This thing of yours is better than a Snickers bar!"
He had already finished the finishing work, and most of the shrapnel had been cut away, so he felt better.
After another half an hour, all the shrapnel was finally cut.
Dong Cunhao put away the scalpel, took a few long breaths, and said, "I'm going to take out the shrapnel now!"
The process of removing the shrapnel must also be careful because the heart and lungs cannot be scraped.
"Slower!"
The people in Gaoshan were also very nervous.
Dong Cunhao nodded, then stretched out his hand and entered his body, gently grabbed the shrapnel, and slowly picked it up.