Surgery Godfather-Chapter 417 - 0386 Crossing the Line of Death
Chapter 417: Chapter 0386: Crossing the Line of Death
Chapter 417: Chapter 0386: Crossing the Line of Death
The deepest root of the tumor had not yet been completely removed, and its final adhesion to the nerve nuclei had not been separated yet.
The ballet at the knife’s edge continued, the scalpel that had already faced three threats of death unabashedly marched on.
The last of the adhesions had passed the shallow layers of the nuclei and was now deeper than before. The previous task was just peeling, this one was excavation.
Yang Ping knew clearly that the preceding three risks were not the most thrilling. The upcoming cardiac arrest was entirely different from before.
If a sudden cardiac arrest occurred, it could not be immediately rescued. If he wanted the surgery to be successful, he must complete the final dangerous separation based on the cardiac arrest of Professor Feng.
In other words, after the sudden cardiac arrest, he had to smoothly complete the surgery before initiating the rescue.
If his surgery was not successfully completed, there would be no chance of rescue; if his surgery took too long, even if it was completed, he would lose the optimal time for rescue.
The brain can tolerate ischemia for only 4-6 minutes, also time needs to be left for others to perform the rescue.
After calculating, Yang Ping gave himself only sixty seconds to operate during cardiac arrest.
During these sixty seconds, he would be under tremendous pressure, he would need to accurately complete the surgery in the most dangerous area within the specified time.
Without the robust mental quality cultivated from countless devilish training, such a test would be nearly impossible and utterly desperate.
John Ansen was tormented to live hell. It would’ve been fine if he were a layperson, able to watch calmly. However, as a world-class neurosurgical expert, every step was crystal clear to him.
With every move Yang Ping made, it felt as if the laser knife was operating on John Ansen’s heart, he could almost feel his own heart beating intensely.
The surge of adrenaline in his body was the peak of excitement, followed by constant cold sweats and continuous muscle soreness.
“He was saved!”
Director Han told Professor Zhang, the old eighty-year-old man was completely soaked: “I know—”
But the moment it arrives, no one knows how many storms have overturned in their hearts. Even if there’s an 80% probability, when it comes to this surgery specifically, it’s a choice between zero and one hundred percent.
The mystery of the human body is complex, no one can guarantee safely crossing danger every time.
“How’s it going?” Dean Chen couldn’t stay in the changing room and came out to stretch his legs.
“Three times passed the Ghost Gate, a moment ago it was touch and go.” Professor Zhang said.
Dean Chen leaned close to the small window on the operating room door and looked inside. Inside the operation was still in progress.
The extreme tension was followed by uncontrollable relaxation.
The entire observation room was filled with doctors, most of whom were orthopedic and neurosurgical doctors, all having a feeling of being spared from calamity.
But that laser knife did not relax at all, it was still separating and was about to enter the deepest part to dig out the deepest root.
The most dangerous step was about to come, the success of the surgery depended on this step.
Even the third time, with as many as twenty-one heart compressions and electrical defibrillations, it was also a brush with death.
This time it was different, Yang Ping had to directly operate during cardiac arrest, effectively passing through death, side by side with the Grim Reaper.
“It’s incredible, there’s neither fluorescence imaging nor navigation assistance, the boundary of the tumor is located so precisely.” John Ansen admired.
John Ansen felt that the chief surgeon behind the screen now was not that young doctor, but his own mentor.
His wisdom, his courage, his tenacity, and his extreme rational brilliance in the face of disease.
He was not anxious, not impatient, not threatened by death. He always proceeded methodically, meticulously following a scientific plan.
Any accidents, he would always have a response plan.
Unfortunately, this surgery was only allowed to be made public internally. If it could be broadcasted live in front of doctors worldwide, John Ansen would definitely ask all his colleagues to drop whatever they were doing and watch the surgery attentively.
What is the limit of human precision, stability, rationality —
This surgery not only showcased unparalleled surgical operations but also a thorough study of disease anatomy, pathology, and pathophysiology preoperatively.
“The heartbeat is about to stop abruptly again. Everyone, remember, don’t panic. Excluding drug rescue, all other rescue measures can only be implemented after I complete the surgery.” Yang Ping reminded everyone one last time.
Because the vibrations caused by the rescue would affect the operation, if there’s an operation error causing nerve nucleus damage it would be irretrievable by any rescue.
Yang Ping didn’t plan to rest anymore. Taking advantage of his current excellent state, he planned to tackle the most challenging step in one go.
While separating, while stopping the bleeding, the laser knife kept on going deeper.
The laser knife went deeper and deeper into the small deep medulla oblongata. The tree roots were crisscrossing among the nerve nuclei, winding and twisting.
Interwoven and adhered with the life center, Yang Ping was ready to dig out this last root.
Finally, the surgery interfered with the life center, the electrocardiogram on the screen once again became a terrifying ventricular fibrillation wave.
If ventricular fibrillation turns into full cardiac arrest, the chances of resuscitation are extremely slim.
The sooner defibrillation is performed for ventricular fibrillation, the better. However, they couldn’t possibly lift the sterile sheet right now, let alone carry out defibrillation. Even the anesthesiologist administering epinephrine was extra careful not to disturb Yang Ping’s operation.
Everyone watched the ventricular fibrillation on the screen, their hearts clenched tightly together.
The operating room was eerily silent. Director Ma watched the ventricular fibrillation with trepidation, afraid that it would suddenly flatten into a straight line, turning into full cardiac arrest.
Inwardly, everyone urged: hurry up, hurry up, hurry up.
Dr. Wu’s hands gripped the defibrillator’s paddles, ready to defibrillate at any moment, the circulating nurse’s hand was already holding the end of the sterile drape, ready to lift it up.
But Yang Ping was still operating, with no intention of finishing.
Once the golden defibrillation time passes, there’s no second chance. But they dared not rush him, they could only grow increasingly anxious, their hearts aflame with worry.
The time on the wall panel, the numbers of the ticking seconds, increased unceasingly, time slipping away bit by bit.
Yang Ping, as stable as a mountain, moved faster and faster with the instruments in both hands, cutting, separating, clotting. The dance of the scalpel was nearing its most difficult act.
“What’s happening?”
From the observation room, no one understood what was going on.
With ventricular fibrillation present, he’s still operating? Not resuscitating? Once the optimal opportunity is lost, no one can bring it back.
John Ansen murmured: “To take advantage of the flatline period to complete the surgery as quickly as possible, and then resuscitate afterwards, this is gambling face to face with the Grim Reaper.”
Perhaps, only John Ansen could understand the difficulty, risk, and unwavering determination of this final endeavor.
The self-confidence and courage required to perform such a surgery were monumental.
There was no other way, under the current medical conditions, this was pushing the limits.
John Ansen’s adrenaline was exhausted, unable to sustain his full concentration any longer, yet he gathered his strength, barely rising to his feet, paying homage to the chief surgeon on the screen behind him.
The last straw of life floated on the water, at risk of sinking at any moment.
The laser scalpel, unaffected by anything else, proceeded at the fastest speed to dislocate the base of the tumor. Finally, like digging out a yam, the last and deepest root in the medulla oblongata was successfully removed.
“Defibrillate!”
The command was loud and clear.
Like arrows released after a long draw, everyone took their positions, as the defibrillator paddles pressed against Old Feng’s back.
Once, twice, three times, four times, five times, six…
This time only six rounds were needed to successfully defibrillate.
Electrocardiographic defibrillation!
Indeed, in a high-stakes gamble with death, a final, no-turning-back showdown, he won.
He successfully traversed the gates of death.
Like crossing through a long darkness, everyone was worn out, but at last, they glimpsed a ray of hope. The tumor in the brainstem was completely removed, leaving the upper cervical spinal section, which seemed quite simple.
When the last tumor root was separated, the tumor was like a tree root, thrown into a metal basin with a splash of blood.
Through the microscope, the surgical field was clean. After observing for a full five minutes and finding no bleeding points, Yang Ping started flushing.
“Did he succeed?” Griffin’s voice was hoarse from exhaustion.
John Ansen, on the other hand, was so excited he couldn’t speak, completely ignoring Griffin’s words. He stared blankly at the screen, murmuring to himself: “He succeeded, succeeded, succeeded—”
The observation room erupted in jubilation, with people shaking hands and hugging each other.
In the operating room, the work continued: flushing, re-clotting, fixing the cervical vertebrae at the skull base, placing drainage, stitching layer by layer, covering the head section.
Dismantling the fixation frame, turning the body position into the supine.
After three hours, three long hours, the operating room door opened.
Professor Zhang, Han Jiangong, Hong Zhigang, and Dean Chen, as well as the doctors looking from afar, all came over.
“Vital signs stable, ready to return to ICU!”
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Yang Ping stood at the door and said.
Director Han embraced him tightly, his eyes overly blurred to speak any word.
