Striding to the door of the operating room, Han Jiulin knocked on the door.
A nurse opened the door, looked at Han Jiulin in amazement, and asked in a soft voice: "What's the matter?"
Han Jiulin stepped forward directly, but the nurse didn't react at all. She was forced back by Han Jiulin, her heartbeat speeding up.
Yan Yusheng followed behind him quite speechlessly and walked in.
Han Jiulin turned around and said to Zunwei, who had sent Yan Yusheng here: "If anything happens in a while, you will be responsible for handling it and explain patiently."
"Yes!" Zunwei bowed in agreement.
Han Jiulin nodded to Wu Zifan and closed the door.
The nurse realized it at this time and said anxiously: "You can't come in here at will, the doctors are doing operations!"
Han Jiulin glanced at the nurse and asked, "Can you please find us two pairs of medical uniforms? By the way, where can I wash my hands and disinfect them?"
The nurse looked confused and had no idea what Han Jiulin was going to do.
Han Jiulin had no intention of explaining, but looked at the nurse intently.
Under Han Jiulin's gaze, the nurse could not think of any resistance. She seemed possessed by a demon and could only obey.
With a hint of blush on her face, she took the two of them to the dressing and disinfection room to wash their hands and disinfect their hands, and then found them medical uniforms to change into.
"Thank you." Han Jiulin thanked him and walked towards the operating room where Wu's father was.
Yan Yusheng pulled the collar of the medical uniform awkwardly, followed Han Jiulin with his shoulder bag on his back.
The nurse still stood there stupidly, staring at Han Jiulin's back with admiration, and murmured to herself: "This man is so handsome and stylish!"
706 operating room.
A chief surgeon, an assistant doctor, two nurses, and an anesthesiologist were the structure of the medical staff who performed gastric cancer surgery on Wu Baoguo.
At this time, the surgeon was sweating profusely, and a nurse stood aside and wiped the sweat away from him.
The surgeon's hands were unusually steady. One hand held the scalpel, and the other hand gently pressed the surface of Wu Baoguo's abdomen, which had been opened ten centimeters, to ensure that he could carefully see what was going on inside.
After seeing clearly the cancerous condition of the patient's stomach, the surgeon's tone sounded a little serious: "The cancer cells have metastasized to seven groups of lymph nodes, which is very serious.
Now just removing the gastric antrum is no longer a cure, and a ‘total gastrectomy’ is required.”
"Total gastrectomy? This is a big job, Director Hu, why don't you let me do it?" The assistant doctor's eyes lit up and he volunteered eagerly.
The surgeon said in a calm voice: "The seven groups of infected lymph nodes are not only close to the stomach wall, but one of them is near important blood vessels far away from the arm circumference.
You are still a little short of getting this surgery. Even if this surgery is done by me, the cure rate is less than 30%."
The assistant doctor said: "Why don't you let me remove the six groups near the stomach wall and leave the group near the blood vessels to you? This way you can take a break and avoid deviations due to fatigue."
The surgeon was startled for a moment, then nodded slowly and said, "Okay, after I remove all the patient's stomach, you can cut the six groups next to the stomach wall."
After saying that, he paused, straightened up and said: "Increase the anesthesia, pay attention to the heart and lungs, and start the total gastrectomy in two minutes."
The anesthesiologist immediately prepared the anesthetic, while the assistant doctor clenched his fists, looking impatient.
Wu Baoguo, who looked old and haggard, was lying on the operating table with an incision in his stomach. He closed his eyes tightly and remained drowsy.
At this moment, the door of the operating room was pushed open from the outside.
Under the surprised gazes of several medical staff, Han Jiulin walked in with Yan Yusheng.
The two of them glanced at Wu Baoguo on the operating table, and almost simultaneously saw from the abdominal incision that the entire antrum of Wu Baoguo's stomach had been removed.
"How was the operation?" Han Jiulin walked to the operating table, looked at the surgeon, and asked in a deep voice.
"Who are you two? This is not the place you should come in. Get out."
Several medical staff were surprised for a while. Others were not allowed to enter the operating room where the operation was being performed.
Even other doctors in this hospital cannot break in without permission, let alone two unfamiliar faces, Han Jiulin and Yan Yusheng.
Han Jiulin ignored the expulsion of several people, pointed at Wu Baoguo on the operating table, and said to Yan Yusheng, "Come and take a look."
Yan Yusheng took two steps forward, looked at Wu Baoguo's wound carefully, and said: "The patient has late-stage gastric cancer, and the cancer cells have spread extremely severely.
Their surgery hasn't been completed yet, and if my guess is correct, their next treatment will be gastrectomy and removal of lymphoid tissue where the cancer cells have spread."
The surgeons all looked surprised. They were not 100% sure of the patient's cancer spread before the operation. They were only able to determine it through careful observation after resection of the gastric antrum.
Unexpectedly, this strange old man who suddenly broke in could see the spread of the patient's cancer at a glance and gave them a clear idea of their next treatment plan.
The assistant doctor put his head next to the chief surgeon and guessed: "Are they two experts from other hospitals who came to exchange and learn?"
The chief surgeon was also a little confused: "For exchanges and studies, you shouldn't just come directly to our operating room without notifying us in advance."
Shaking his head, the surgeon said: "No matter who you are, please go out first and don't affect our operation time. It has been a long time since the patient's laparotomy was opened, and we can't waste any more time."
Han Jiulin asked Yan Yusheng: "If they are allowed to continue the operation, what is the cure rate?"
Yan Yusheng pondered for a moment and said: "I estimate that it will not exceed 40%."
"So low?" Han Jiulin frowned.
The chief surgeon marveled at Yan Yusheng's insight, as he could see the cure rate of this operation at a glance.
On one side, someone said with a smile: "Stomach cancer is in the late stage and has spread extremely seriously. The cure rate is 30% to 40%, which is already very impressive. This is not low at all."
"What I want is to ensure a cure!" Han Jiulin's face darkened and he said without any doubt.
His adoptive father He Xinhong passed away, and Qin Linxi's father Qin Guangfeng passed away. The pain of losing a father is unbearable.
As Wu Zifan's brother, he should do his best to save his father's life for Wu Zifan.
"How is it possible? Surgery is not 100% successful, let alone surgery for late-stage gastric cancer!"
Han Jiulin knew that what the surgeon said was reasonable, but it was not what he needed. He turned to look at Yan Yusheng and asked, "What is the success rate of leaving the treatment to you?"
Yan Yusheng pondered for a while, nodded confidently and said: "I can only treat it by myself, but the cure rate is only 60 to 80%, but if you can help me, I am 90% sure.
The rest is 10% uncertain, it all depends on whether you can do exactly what I told you."
Several medical staff were directly frightened by Yan Yusheng's tone.
Are you kidding me, 100% sure?
Is there any doctor in the world who dares to say such a thing?
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