My Medical Skills Give Me Experience Points Chapter 1285 - 507: The Central Nervous System Remains a Forbidden Zone, Terrifying Live Broadcast Effects

Upon hearing the patient's condition, Zhou Can grew quiet.

Just as he suspected, the patient had suffered an injury during the operation.

Nerves capable of causing paralysis are scarce, mostly clustered in spots such as the cervical spine and spinal cord. The brain's central nervous system hardly needs mention.

Damage to the central nervous system might not only result in paralysis but could straightaway claim the patient's life.

In what was hailed as a top-tier procedure in its domain, Zhou Can pondered silently, there must have been an error harming the cervical spine's central nervous system or perhaps the brainstem itself.

"Teacher, where exactly is that patient's tumor located?"

"Head!"

Dr. Xu responded with just those two words.

A straightforward measure exists for gauging surgical risk levels: the higher the site, the greater the danger.

Operations on the head carry more peril than those on the neck, while neck surgeries outrisk those on the spine.

During any nerve-related procedure, utmost care must preserve the nerves' and spinal cord's innate functions. Failure means paralysis or disability for the patient, sharply diminishing the operation's value.

This rule holds true even for today's favored endoscopic and minimally invasive techniques.

Preserving nerve and spinal cord functions remains the aim, with tinier cuts only elevating the procedure's quality.

Should an operation destroy the patient's nerves, a small incision counts for nothing.

To his surprise, the damaged nerve in that case lay within the head.

Recalling Dr. Xu's reference to a "neuroblastoma,"

Neuroblastoma was the sole possibility that came to Zhou Can's mind.

Naturally, it might be some other malignant tumor too. The world holds endless marvels.

Odd diseases keep appearing one after another.

In particular, modern society's heavy reliance on pesticides has spiked food contaminants beyond limits. Add in chemical pollution and nuclear radiation, and rare malignant illnesses surge in frequency.

Had the operation targeted the spine, Zhou Can might have tried a fix with his present abilities.

But it's in the head—an area way beyond his surgical prowess.

He'd have to elevate his skills across various surgical domains to Level 7 or above before daring to tackle intracranial nerve center repairs.

"Fine, I've wrapped up my old tales. Now, about your bold surgical approach! Your concepts and blueprint seem highly viable. Yet this Chen Zhongzhi isn't just anyone, and any mishap renders the consent form worthless. I urge utmost caution; even if risking it, avoid doing so with someone of his elite standing. Save it for a regular patient with matching symptoms later on."

Dr. Xu deemed the dangers far too steep.

His vast experience told him so.

He refused to watch his prized student court needless peril.

"Teacher, I get your point. Still, I'd like to discuss it directly with the patient, gauge his stance, and then choose surgery or not. Worst case, I can outline the plan so he seeks out a suitable specialist."

Zhou Can figured the patient's clout would easily secure a skilled cardiac surgeon for the job.

Though full-fledged private medical squads remain scarce back home, money talks—plenty of medics will moonlight privately.

Besides, such teams are commonplace now in Hong Kong, China.

Plenty of magnates boast personal physicians or bespoke medical crews.

Take that ex-richest tycoon: he employed several private teams for precise nutrition plans, vaccines, preventive care, treatment, wellness upkeep, longevity boosts, and anti-aging regimens, to name a few.

Sure, sustaining such a setup demands eye-watering sums.

Elite doctors command base yearly pay from five million up. Premier nurses cost less yet still top two million.

A lean team of four or five still racks up immense costs.

Yet Chen Zhongzhi lacks his own private medical outfit. Sure, he travels with two guards, but he doesn't exude billionaire vibes.

Noting Zhou Can's resolve, Dr. Xu saw persuasion was futile.

All he could do was warn, "Aortic dissection ops rank as Level 4 major surgeries. I lack even the creds to join one, much less lead it. You're merely a Resident Doctor officially, cleared only to assist in Level 2 ops, not helm them. To pull this off, secure a willing Chief Physician from Cardiothoracic Surgery first."

"Got it, I'll weigh all angles carefully."

Zhou Can nodded.

Exiting the OR, he right away noticed the patient back on the hallway bench, waiting patiently.

This guy's timing is impeccable.

"Dr. Zhou, got a moment to talk?"

The man rose and approached Zhou Can.

"To the doctor's office!"

Zhou Can led him there, bodyguards trailing some ten meters behind for discreet security.

The man had clearly instructed them, explaining the loose escort.

"Take a seat, Mr. Chen!"

Once seated, Zhou Can pulled out the patient's records folder.