My Medical Skills Give Me Experience Points Chapter 1280: 504: A Tricky Aortic Dissection, Revelation_2
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Then, blood would surge into the chest and abdominal cavities like a rampant torrent.
Essentially, no emergency measures would arrive in time.
Aorta rupture carries a far higher death rate compared to carotid artery tears.
The outlook remains dire, with fatality nearing 100%.
Even with throats or necks slashed, the gushing blood terrifies, yet prompt hospital delivery saves most lives.
Nestled inside the thoracic and abdominal cavities, the aorta's rupture demands chest opening to halt the bleed.
Yet even prying open the chest often proves futile.
Tying off or clamping the aorta with hemostats severs blood flow to the majority of organs and tissues. Limbs face necrosis risk after over 30 minutes bloodless.
Vital organs prove far more fragile, with some necrotizing after merely three minutes lacking perfusion.
Understand this: organ necrosis is largely irreversible.
“Dr. Zhou, I sought you out deliberately this time to plead for your aid in devising a fix. Check if there's a method to handle this aortic dissection without swapping the whole vessel. A subordinate mentioned watching your online surgery stream yesterday, where you healed a heart ailment that stumped Imperial Renhe Hospital experts and Japanese cardiac specialists.”
This individual's swift access to Zhou Can betrayed substantial clout.
His accent betrayed no local roots.
“May I inquire about your hometown?”
“Oh, Shanghai's my home, family handles a modest enterprise. Upon hearing your feats last night, I mulled it over and flew here from Shanghai this morning.”
“Grateful for your faith in me. I'm merely a regular doc at Tuya Hospital. Yesterday's op success owed much to fortune, and I'm not the marvel you imagine.”
Zhou Can dismissed any notion of a 'small business' outright.
He'd tangled with many elite tycoons before.
This man exuded subtle command and unshakable poise. Likely, beyond vast wealth, he wielded hefty official sway.
Such figures hail from elite clans or official lineages.
Should the patient perish amid mishap, Zhou Can dreaded mirroring Xu Yidao's downfall.
He grasped Dr. Xu's plight all too well.
Thus, he'd sidestep risks where feasible.
Physicians must safeguard themselves to aid more souls.
“How's this: grab lunch first. I'll await your convenience for a real talk. I spot wariness lurking in your gaze toward me. Rest easy, I'm neither capricious nor demanding, and far from ungrateful.”
The man's perceptiveness shone, detecting Zhou Can's faintest unease.
In dialogue, despite billionaire status, Zhou Can felt utterly eclipsed by the man's presence.
Aura stems from holistic prowess: riches, wisdom, skill, networks, lineage, and summonable assets.
Resource wielders rank officials atop, merchants below.
History echoes this truth.
Yet modern progress elevates capital's reign.
His assurance of gratitude implied: cure him, become his savior.
Endless ties would follow.
He concealed his identity, wielding it as hidden leverage.
“Eaten yet? If not, join me for hospital cafeteria fare, if it suits.”
The visitor traveled afar for care.
With no immediate treatment, a cafeteria meal seemed fair.
“I've dined already. You eat! Ping me when free, I'll return.”
The man replied.
“Afternoon surgeries stack up; freedom likely evenings. Since you flew distant, hand docs over—I’ll scan during lunch, then deliver clear verdict.”
This signaled: if untreatable, seek elsewhere politely.
Handling 'second-gen' types demands finesse.
Genuine courtesy softens refusals.
“Here! I commit it to you!”
He passed the dossier.
“No ceremony needed; duty calls us docs.”
Grasping the bag, Zhou Can dashed to the cafeteria.
Qiao Yu had his meal ready.
Seeing him munch while poring over files, curiosity struck: “This patient seems elite; what's the ailment?”
“Aortic dissection, severe type.”
“Yesterday's stream skyrocketed your rep; expect more seekers flocking henceforth.”
Qiao Yu grinned.
“Alas, fame dooms the pig to slaughter, renown invites woes. Crave simple cases for growth time, fewer moguls and heirs ideally.”
Zhou Can sighed.
Peers chase glory.
He frets post-fame deluges of intractable ills.
Boils to lacking might.
Like wealth, skills feel perpetually scant.
Billionaire now, yet options remain narrow.
Prime city pad? Funds vanish.
Medicine mirrors: advances galore from past, yet summits distant.
“Sensitive identity? Decline outright safer. Elites scour globe for top healers in crisis. If aces fail, skip the gamble—perils loom large.”
Qiao Yu's insight pegged the seeker's stature instantly.
“Sister Qiao Yu nails it: reject unfit cases firmly, no waffling. If awkward, I'll rebuff for you.”
Ma Xiaolan's fiery wit sparked like fireworks.
Her virtue: fierce outward, loyal inward to allies.
She champions kin against tough patients or staff woes.
Her clashes amuse Zhou Can; he values her.
Flaws abound, yet bonds endure sans dismissal urge.
“Unneeded; I've cautioned if beyond me, seek superiors. Plane from Shanghai merits diligence.”
Zhou Can follows heart's compass.
Perusing scans and labs, contemplation gripped him.
Chen Zhongzhi, 42, no comorbidities.
Prime woe: aortic dissection.
Full aorta swap risks high, trauma vast; stents block branches.
Op's a beast!
Post-meal, no aorta-free fix emerged.
Dossier in hand, he readied to refer elsewhere.
Hunt yielded naught; Chen Zhongzhi vanished from ER.
无奈, bag stashed in office; surgeries beckoned.
He figured return by dusk.
Patients streamed, mended by Zhou Can's crew.
Most discharged with pills and home rest.
Gravest admitted for care spans.
“Ah, ah, oh god…”
A groaning sufferer rolled in.
Such agony screamed grave trouble.