Chapter 469 I seem to have authority
Zhuang Yan worked hard to keep herself in the sight of her senior brother Luo Hao.
She didn't dare to speak, she just tried her best to appear and remind her senior brother of herself. Luo Hao's face turned red, but there were subtitles on it to remind Luo Hao.
"Xiao Zhuang, you... forget it, let's go together, take a look, and gain clinical experience." Luo Hao compromised directly, before Zhuang Yan started to get happy, "Tell Lao Meng and let him take care of the house."
"Oh." Zhuang Yan nodded.
"Can you please help me test this, I have something to do." Luo Hao and the engineer said politely.
But he was polite, but his words were a bit cold and harsh. It was an explanation, not a discussion.
Turning around, Luo Hao strode away, and Shen Zizai's number was already dialed on his cell phone.
"Director, 912 has a flying knife. Time is tight. We have a consultation on the stage. I have to leave now and ask for leave from you."
"Yes, yes, come back as soon as possible. If everything goes well, tomorrow's surgery will not be delayed."
"Chen Yong is coming with me. The surgery... is expensive and requires young people to do it."
As he spoke, Luo Hao's voice became ethereal.
Technician No. 66 stared blankly at the direction Luo Hao left. After an unknown period of time, he sighed, "Awesome."
"Sixth, what are you doing, Professor Luo? Why are you leaving in such a hurry?" Fan Dongkai put his head out wearing a lead coat.
"Lao Fan, he went to 912 Flying Knife and emergency consultation on the stage." Technician No. 66 said softly.
Fan Dongkai's eyes almost dropped.
Go to the provincial capital to throw 912 knives? What happened to 912? Military exercise? There was still a mission and no one was at home, so Luo Hao was asked to rescue Taiwan?
Do the top three large hospitals in the country actually need to use flying knives?
Countless questions filled Fan Dongkai's mind, making his thinking a little uncomfortable.
Technician No. 66 was inexplicably proud at this time, as if he was the one who went to 912 to throw the knife.
"Lao Fan, Professor Luo is awesome! This is the first time I have seen someone from our hospital invited to the Imperial City for consultation, or for consultation on the stage!"
"..."
"That person is eagerly waiting for Professor Luo to go. I'm so impatient."
"..."
Fan Dongkai had no idea what technician No. 66 was talking about. He must have fainted.
"What patient?" Fan Dongkai had no choice but to interrupt when he saw Technician No. 66 spitting foam and constantly saying weird things.
"I don't know. It seems to be a mediastinal tumor, a 60cm large tumor." Technician No. 66 gestured.
His right hand is open, with about 22cm between thumb and index finger. Technician No. 66 always measures it and he knows it very well.
After all, the 20cm joke has long penetrated into the deepest part of Technician No. 66’s heart. This is also one of his regrets in this life...
Once, twice, three times, Technician No. 66 knew better, but he was shocked by the length of his gesture.
"Holy shit, such a big tumor is in the chest?!" Technician No. 66 looked at the length of his fingers in shock.
"..."
Fan Dongkai felt that Technician No. 66 must have gone crazy.
Is it necessary to do this for such a large tumor? Does it still make sense? Besides, the patient would have died long ago when the tumor grew to such a large size.
He must have heard wrong. He had only seen such a large tumor twice in the literature, and could not see it at all.
Technician No. 66 must be unreliable and made a mistake.
But before Fan Dongkai's eyebrows could go down, Technician No. 66 continued, "It seems that it was Director Gu who made the call just now. The patient's breathing and heartbeat stopped as soon as he lay down before he was anesthetized."
"!!!"
"Nothing. Mr. Zhou wants Professor Ronaldinho to do the surgery. You said the plane will take four or five hours to arrive. What should we do during this time? Professor Fan." Technician No. 66 asked.
Although he felt pretty awesome, the more he talked about it, the more panicked he became, and it felt so unreal.
This is a patient who is certain to die. What's the use of Professor Luo's death? Will he ever come back to life?
"Why must Professor Luo go?" Fan Dongkai asked.
"This surgery is expensive." Technician No. 66 gave a reason that even he didn't believe.
……
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After changing his clothes, Luo Hao collected all his documents and drove straight to the airport.
Security check, waiting for the flight, boarding started at 10:10.
The atmosphere in the medical team was a bit depressing. After learning about the situation, even Liu Yiyi, who should not have to go on stage but just to observe, lowered her head.
With a tumor of 60cm in diameter, the patient's breathing and heartbeat stopped when he lay down. Luo Hao had no idea how to perform this operation.
That is 912, which is Boss Zhou's request, otherwise Liu Yiyi would suspect that someone was digging a hole for Professor Luo to jump into.
When boarding the plane, the flight attendant greets each guest with his hands in a standard gesture.
It's just that the steward's eyes were a bit sharp today, not like usual, just professional courtesy.
"Hello... are you Professor Luo?" the flight attendant suddenly asked.
"Huh?" Luo Hao paused, but seemed to remember something and nodded.
"Our company has upgraded your cabin for free." The flight attendant smiled and made a gesture of invitation.
Behind him, Chen Yong, Liu Yiyi, and Zhuang Yan were all stunned.
"Here, if you need anything, you can contact me directly, our company..." The flight attendant kept speaking polite and professional language.
Luo Hao was not polite and sat directly in the first class seat.
"You only bought first class for yourself?" Chen Yong was a little unhappy.
"I bought it late, and they are all economy class. I guess the backend found my identity, communicated with the first-class passenger, and moved him to another flight." Luo Hao explained.
"..."
"..."
Several people were speechless.
Chen Yong, Liu Yiyi, and Zhuang Yan came to the back of the economy class and sat down. Liu Yiyi asked in a low voice, "Professor Luo still gets this kind of treatment? It shouldn't happen. Other professors don't."
"It shouldn't be. I heard from my master that only people with the academician level or above will receive special treatment. Within the system, the deputy ministerial level is very difficult, and the ministerial level is difficult."
"!!!" Liu Yiyi was silent.
Professor Luo Haoluo is indeed one of the most outstanding students in a year, which shocked the entire academic circle.
But after all, the level will not rise so quickly.
Why do I get special treatment when I fly?
Yes, yes. If the leader of the medical team is treated at the ministerial level, then does he also have a department-level future?
"Luo Hao is such a dog. He has a first-class cabin. I don't have to fly in first-class. I don't worry about the shortage but the inequality. This is too much."
"Stop nagging, Professor Luo broke out on his own. If you have the ability, you can also leave your name behind the scenes." Liu Yiyi advised.
"If you wait for me, there will definitely come a day!"
Chen Yong expressed dissatisfaction.
But it was just words. Chen Yong nestled comfortably in his seat and yawned.
"Xiaozhuang, what are you thinking about?" Chen Yong asked.
"I didn't think anything of it. We should leave first when we get off the plane later." Zhuang Yan whispered.
"Why?"
"I flew with my boss once. I was a little secretary and sat in the back. When the plane was taxiing, the flight attendant came to me and asked me to carry my luggage to the front and open the cabin door. The boss left first."
"..." Chen Yong was a little envious.
The plane started to taxi, and Chen Yong took out an eye mask and put it on.
"Are you tired?"
"I don't know what the surgery wants me to do, but from what Luo Hao said, it might be physical work. Orthopedics, thigh surgery, that kind of work. I need to recuperate first and don't lose face in 912. Luo Hao is a piece of shit. Look at him normally. It doesn't look good to keep silent, but in fact, he is very tight to the boss," Chen Yong said in a sullen voice while wearing a mask.
But the plane taxied for a few minutes and then stopped on the runway.
The noise and questioning in the cabin were like boiling water, getting louder and louder.
Luo Hao frowned slightly, glanced at the time, and felt a little anxious.
"Hello." Luo Hao waved.
"Hello, Professor Luo." A stewardess squatted next to Luo Hao and said respectfully and politely, "What are your requirements?"
"Why isn't the plane flying yet?"
"That's it. Contact us from the tower. Air drills in the Beijing-Tianjin area ahead are prohibited. I'm sorry, I'm really sorry." the stewardess said apologetically.
Gan!
Luo Hao cursed in his heart, at least five or six hours.
It's been a rough day today.
After thinking about it, Luo Hao said to the stewardess, "Please contact the captain and tell me my name to see if you have permission in the background."
The stewardess was startled.
Generally, academicians have some authority, but when it comes to exercises and the like, their authority is not enough.
The person in front of me... is so young...
Although she was suspicious and felt that he was overestimating his abilities, the stewardess still politely agreed.
Luo Hao didn't know what he could do with his authority.
After returning from Baltimore, Boss Zhou handled all the procedures for him, and Luo Hao did not ask about the specific situation.
You have to walk step by step on your own. There is no point in asking too many questions.
When Luo Hao saw the stewardess leaving, he closed his eyes and began to review the system tasks.
[Emergency mission: perform surgery and walk on horseback.
Task content: Complete mediastinal tumor resection with the patient in a sitting position.
Mission time: 12 hours.
Task reward: 50 system mall points, +10 random attribute points. 】
To stand still... Luo Hao was a little helpless.
When the patient is sitting, it is impossible to adjust the position repeatedly up and down. He can only use the horse stance and the height of his legs to adjust himself.
It can be said that it is quite difficult to complete delicate surgery while maintaining body balance.
"Young man, there is a military exercise in the North China area ahead, don't think about it." A figure beside him said.
Luo Hao opened his eyes and smiled slightly to express his kindness.
"I have encountered this a few times. Once, a leader who I didn't know thought he had special authority. But the funny thing in the end was that he didn't even have the authority to contact the tower using the phone on the plane."
Luo Hao turned his head and saw that the person next to him was in his fifties, with a fat head and big ears, and a red face. He looked like Maitreya Buddha.
Others may look greasy if they have fat heads and big ears, but the person next to me gives people a kind and festive feeling, as gentle as jade.
"I don't know either, let's give it a try." Luo Hao said vaguely.
"Looking at your age, I guess your authority is not very high. Being able to find someone to change flights and upgrade your class is already quite a level of authority."
"How do you know?" "The call came to me." The fat middle-aged man said with a smile, "Your position was originally occupied by my assistant. I thought she must be a big shot, so I asked her to sit down. One class goes to the imperial capital.”
"Thank you." Luo Hao said politely.
"I didn't expect that someone who is qualified to ask an airline to offer first-class cabins is so young. We have a lot to wait for today." The middle-aged man with fat head and big ears said with a smile, picked up the phone, "Young man, what's your surname? Luo. ?”
"Luo Hao."
"My surname is Ye. I'm destined to add my contact information." The fat, middle-aged man turned on his phone, turned off airplane mode, found the QR code and handed it to Luo Hao.
Luo Hao scanned the QR code and added his WeChat account.
"You are the youngest person I have ever seen who has flight permission." The middle-aged man with fat head and big ears said, "I have only seen one person under the age of fifty."
Luo Hao didn't ask who it was. There were only a few people in the country and he could count them with just a few fingers.
"I'm not very lucky today. I caught up with something else. I once flew from Inner Mongolia and caught up with Zhu Ri's military exercise..."
Just as he was talking, the plane moved.
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"???" The fat middle-aged man was stunned.
Then the flight attendant came out of the cockpit, but she left the door open, and then the captain came out.
"Hello, Professor Luo." The captain stood next to Luo Hao, bent down, and said, "I have contacted the tower and made an emergency filing with the exercise team. We can fly now."
"Thank you, thank you for your hard work." Luo Hao gave the captain a smile.
The captain didn't say much, turned around and left, closing the cockpit door.
The fat-headed middle-aged man's eyes changed. He silently changed his phone to airplane mode. After a moment of silence, he sighed, "Professor Luo, how old am I? Let me call you Xiao Luo."
"You're welcome, as you should."
"Let's keep in touch in the future. The more we get closer, the closer we will get." The fat middle-aged man did not ask Luo Hao some difficult questions to answer. He seemed to understand the rules and started chatting with Luo Hao.
But his small talk is just to relieve the embarrassment and shut up when appropriate.
Luo Hao was very interested in this middle-aged man with fat head and big ears, and he thought he might have contact with him in the future.
This person is not simple either.
But now is not the time for friendship. Luo Hao entered the system operating room and began to think about the operation.
An hour and a half flew by in the blink of an eye.
The plane landed and began to taxi. The stewardess behind her led Chen Yong, Liu Yiyi, and Zhuang Yan to the first-class cabin, preparing to be the first batch to get off the plane.
"Ronald, see you again in the future." The fat middle-aged man smiled and extended his hand.
Luo Hao shook hands with him and stood up to leave.
After calculating the time, it was too long...it was delayed for nearly 4 hours.
Fortunately, it was the Capital International Airport. If it was Daxing, it would have been delayed by one more point.
Get off the car and cross the covered bridge.
Gu Huaiming and several airport staff stood at the end of the corridor bridge.
"!!!" Luo Hao was startled.
This...
"Ronald, hurry up and run a few steps quickly." Gu Huaiming urged.
"Director Gu, why did you come in?"
"I'm afraid you'll waste time, so take the special passage and I'll drive you to the hospital." Gu Huaiming said seriously.
He politely greeted the people around him and shook hands. Someone led the way and he took another passage and went directly downstairs.
On the tarmac of the airport, an old Audi was listening.
"Director Gu, how is the boss?"
"Old man, I have lost my temper. I refused to go to the operating room even if I said nothing. However, after 64 rows of CT scans, the coronary arteries were fine. I guess it was because I heard in the locker room that the patient had a cardiac arrest. I was nervous and running. Transient vascular problems caused by several steps," Gu Huaiming explained.
Luo Hao breathed a sigh of relief. According to the director of care, just use some antispasmodic medicine and the boss would be fine.
Gu Huaiming got in the car and said, "Why did you bring so many people here?"
"Chen Yong has to carry the patient. Director Gu, how many hands have you changed now?" Luo Hao asked vaguely, but Gu Huaiming knew what Luo Hao meant.
The patient cannot lie down and can only sit.
There is no backrest on the operating table, so the patient's back can only be supported by someone.
This is physically strenuous work, which consumes more energy than orthopedic thigh surgery. The key is not to move, not to move at all.
Ordinary people really can't do this job.
Chen Yongxing?
Gu Huaiming glanced at Chen Yong. He was tall and thin, and he didn't look like he could do anything.
"Four or five times."
"It won't be changed during the operation. Chen Yong is carrying it. This is very important. A shiver may cause bleeding." Luo Hao said seriously.
Gu Huaiming felt that he had heard wrongly, so he turned back and took a closer look at Chen Yong again.
He is 1.83 meters tall and skinny, and you can't tell how strong he is from any angle.
Luo Hao are you sure?
However, Gu Huaiming did not question Luo Hao too much, but nodded gently.
"The patient's vital signs are not very stable and he has been rescued three times. But the boss must go all out if he wants to do it."
"Understood." Luo Hao nodded, "Director Gu, if you can't bear it during the operation, you can leave at any time."
"What are you talking about! Your family, Mr. Gu, is now in the prime of life, which is the best time." Director Gu was not convinced.
Luo Hao did not explain, and began to discuss the surgical method with Director Gu.
Luo Hao had undergone several surgeries in the system operating room, and he had a rough understanding of it, but he still discussed and studied with Gu Huaiming and pressed cautiously.
Arrive at the hospital and go straight to the operating room.
"Director Gu, where is the IV drip in the operating room, boss?"
"Well, he's getting a lot better, but he must not be allowed to undergo surgery." Gu Huaiming said without doubt.
"Sure, if you want to go, I'll call Boss Miao directly." Luo Hao followed Gu Huaiming straight to the locker room.
After changing clothes and entering the operating room, as soon as the airtight door opened, a wave of anxiety rushed towards me.
The patient with tracheal intubation sits on the operating table...
Luo Hao felt not like he was undergoing surgery, but like he had entered the scene of a horror movie.
The beeping sound kept coming, and on the screen, the vital signs looked fine. This was considered the best news.
Luo Hao glanced at the operating room and saw Boss Zhou sitting in the corner with an IV stand next to him with an intravenous drip hanging on it.
Seeing Luo Hao come in, Mr. Zhou moved slightly and leaned against the wall, softening a little.
"Boss, please go back and rest quickly."
"What nonsense are you talking about! Let's do the surgery! I'll give you, Senior Brother Gu, a helping hand." Boss Zhou scolded with a straight face.
Luo Hao had no choice but to nod and turn around to wash his hands.
"I'll carry it." Chen Yong came to the doctor who was carrying the patient and asked for help.
"I've only been on the doctor for half an hour..." The doctor was still arrogant.
The operating table is not designed to perform back-to-back surgeries, but it can have some angles, but not more than 30°.
The doctor's sterile cap was wet with sweat, and his legs were shaking.
Chen Yong smiled and said, "I'm going to change my shift first. The operation will probably take a few hours. If I can't do it, you guys can do it. You're welcome. Just do some physical work."
The doctor didn't insist. This job was a hundred times more tiring than having a thigh transplant.
Just carry it on your thighs, at least you can stand, which is more comfortable than carrying a sack.
But the patient in front of me seems to be dead, very heavy, and can only maintain a fixed posture with his back. He cannot move. If he changes the angle slightly, his vital signs will become unstable.
Chen Yong took it and firmly held the patient's back. After confirming with Luo Hao, Chen Yong remained motionless, like a mountain.
"Xiaoluohao, is your assistant okay?" Gu Huaiming was a little suspicious and asked while brushing his hands.
"It should be fine."
"What are you talking about?" Gu Huaiming was a little unhappy, "He looks thin and weak."
"It's bad, Director Gu. Looking thin doesn't mean you have no physical strength." Luo Hao smiled but did not explain.
Luo Hao knew how romantic Chen Yong was in the past, especially the "girlfriend" with a pituitary tumor. Chen Yong called him and described at least two points, and the content was not the same.
If this were to be turned into words, I would probably have to work on a sewing machine for more than ten years.
In this regard, Chen Yong is still full of energy. Luo Hao even suspects that Chen Yong is practicing the Hehuan Sect, and his practice is not shallow, and he can do all kinds of supplements.
But a guess is just a guess, you'll know after you try it.
"I'll do the surgery, and you can be my assistant." Gu Huaiming warned, "I don't know what the boss means. There are so many leading professors around me, and they insist on asking you to do the surgery."
With that said, Gu Huaiming sighed.
The boss's love for Xiao Luo Hao has risen to the level of doting. Could it be that this time the boss has completely withdrawn from the clinical front line for his own sake and is physically helping Xiao Luo Hao stand up?
Throwing the patient on the operating table for several hours and calling the little snail to fly the knife is too much.
Wash hands, disinfect, lay out sheets, and open the table.
Standing upright at 90 degrees and sitting on the left side, this weird position was the first time even Gu Huaiming had come across it.
But the principles are the same. Since Gu Huaiming decided to do it, he went all out.
Holding the electric saw in his hand, Gu Huaiming said, "Ronald, don't stop the bleeding after I open it. A little blood won't kill anyone."
"Prepare Line 10 and make two packs." Luo Hao and the equipment nurse said.
Gu Huaiming was relieved.
The first key point of the surgery is to pull the tumor outward immediately after opening the sternum. If the tumor is not supported by external force, the tumor will further compress the heart, trachea, and left and right bronchi after the sternum is split, affecting the patient's cardiopulmonary function.
As for the bleeding after the sternum was split, it was not that important compared to the respiratory and circulatory arrest.
Buzz~~~The sound of a chainsaw sounded.
Blood splattered everywhere, and the sitting and lying postures were different. Both Gu Huaiming and Luo Hao were trying to adapt.
Moreover, the patient's posture is weird, so there can only be one assistant, and two people perform the surgery.
After opening it, Luo Hao immediately inserted the sternal retractor into the patient's sternum. The moment the mediastinum was opened, the sound of the ECG monitoring became rapid and shrill.
Two packs of Line 10 were almost used up by Luo Hao and Gu Huaiming in less than a minute.
Dozens of threads pulled the tumor, and Luo Hao held it tightly with one hand, trying to give the appropriate force, and then the patient's breathing and circulation gradually recovered.
Gu Huaiming looked at Luo Hao with admiration.
Not to mention the subsequent surgery, there are only a handful of people who can cooperate with me for this skill alone.
continue.
After 20 minutes, Gu Huaiming realized something was wrong.
My waist hurts and my old waist is about to break.
(End of chapter)