Surgery Godfather-Chapter 482 - 439: Nine Deaths, One Life

Thanks to Huang Jiacai’s coordination and scheduling, time was well aligned, and not a moment was wasted.

The charge for such an air rescue is costly; the standard fee for helicopter medical transportation is 35,000 yuan per hour. As for fixed-wing aircraft medical transportation, the base price for take-off is 200,000 yuan, and 80,000 yuan per hour within three hours; the hourly flight price decreases incrementally thereafter.

The cross-provincial transportation for Gan Fengyi’s mother, which required the use of a Gulfstream G550 and a helicopter, would amount to about 400,000 yuan if charged standard fees.

The Gulfstream G550 landed at Chengdu Shuangliu Airport and took Gan Fengyi’s mother back to Nandu Airport. From Nandu Airport, the helicopter transferred the patient, Song Zimo, and the ICU doctors and nurses back to Sanbo Hospital.

The entire process took less than four hours, an efficiency that land transport could not achieve.

On the plane, Song Zimo completed his pre-operative talk and paperwork with Gan Fengyi.

The helicopter landed on top of the Twin Towers. The noise from the massive engine could be heard throughout the hospital.

However, the helipad is on top of the surgical building, so transferring patients requires riding a dedicated elevator down to the first floor, and crossing a corridor to reach the orthopedics building.

Dean Xia has already planned for a helipad to be built on top of the future Surgical Research Institute, mainly for their use.

If they are to build the Surgical Research Institute grandly, Dean Xia even plans to cooperate with 999 Air Rescue. For some special patients who are far away, they can dispatch fixed-wing aircraft for transportation.

Once the helicopter was stable, the stretcher was lifted out, the four supporting legs opened, and it became a flat bed. Song Zimo, the ICU doctors, nurses, and EMTs pushed the flat bed towards the dedicated elevator.

According to the procedure for emergency surgery, the doctors and nurses who greeted them immediately drew blood, completed the pre-operative examination, and then directly sent the patient to the operating room.

The longer the compression time, the more difficult it is to recover. Even if the surgery is successful, autonomous respiration cannot be restored because the respiratory muscles have paralyzed.

For some reason, upon hearing that surgery was imminent, Yang Ping immediately felt an abnormal excitement, and his adrenaline production accelerated.

Could this be the "Bloodlust - Excitement" surgical behavior in Bi Shumin’s writing?

Mikhail’s "Heart Flow Benefit"?

Or the adrenaline benefit of Vistabi?

Each time he encountered such moments between life and death, the bigger the challenge and the higher the risk, the more excited Yang Ping became. No matter how tired he had been before, he would instantly cast away all distractions, and go into the rescue single-mindedly and without hesitation, giving his all for the task.

As one door after another opened, the patient was eventually pushed into the operating room. The skin preparation on the head had been completed, and the necessary test results had been displayed on the electronic screen.

"The local hospital immediately administered the Jiaqiang Long Shock Therapy when the patient was admitted to the emergency room. Now, her limbs are completely paralyzed, and so are the respiratory muscles. She can only breathe with the help of a ventilator. The local hospital planned to transfer her to Huaxi Hospital, but they didn’t dare to. They invited professors from Huaxi for a remote consultation. After reviewing the scans, the professors said that the tumor is wrapped around the upper spinal cord, then further invades the spinal cord, penetrates the large hole in the occipital bone at the base of the skull, and enters the medulla oblongata. The chances of a successful surgery are extremely slim."

Song Zimo, who had changed into his scrub suit, briefly explained the patient’s condition and began scrubbing his hands with Xu Zhiliang.

Yang Ping had already studied the patient’s condition thoroughly in advance. As long as the pre-operation check did not show any absolute contraindications, surgery would start immediately.

Tracheal intubation was performed for general anesthesia. Fatty was skilled in his techniques.

In order to make his hands more flexible, Fatty has recently taken up juggling lessons, specifically to train his hands.

The anesthesia was successful, the patient’s position adjusted, and the head secured.

Disinfect and lay out the sheets, check before surgery.

No matter how often it is repeated, everyone enjoys their work and never gets tired.

The tools neatly filled the table, and team members took their places.

"Scalpel!"

Without having to ask, a surgical scalpel is gently placed in his palm.

Each time he picked up the scalpel, Yang Ping felt like he was a god, capable of controlling everything. He was addicted to that extraordinary feeling.

That feeling was like magic, making his brain clearer, calmer, and more flexible than ever, and his hands more stable, accurate, and fast than ever.

The posterior midline approach was used, similar to the approach used by Academician Feng Tiancheng.

Every anatomical structure of the human body is deeply imprinted in his mind. The biggest problem with this tumor is that it envelops the spinal cord, infiltrates it, travels up through the foramen magnum in the occipital bone and into the cranial cavity, and then enters the medulla oblongata.

Fortunately, the tumor did not involve the nerve cell groups and only lodged in the gaps between them - the safe zones.

This made it seem to Yang Ping, like taking an object out of a bag.

He didn’t even need a large microscope. With just a head-mounted microscope, he could perform the surgery.

Under his scalpel, the tumor had nowhere to hide, and was dissected little by little. Bipolar electrocoagulation minimized bleeding.

Given the limited space on the helicopter, Huang Jiacai, Gan Fengyi, and Old Cheng didn’t take the helicopter. Instead, they took a car. By the time they arrived at Sanbo Hospital, the surgery had already started.

The operating room’s doors were tightly closed. Gan Fengyi was so familiar with the operating room, but she had never felt, like now, that this closed door was so solemn and dignified. Her mother’s life and death hung in the balance behind this door.

"Don’t worry. Trust Doctor Yang. Let’s wait here."

Huang Jiacai comforted Gan Fengyi, who lingered at the door of the operating room for a long time before she finally went to sit in the family waiting area.

On the blue chair in the family waiting area, Gan Fengyi was visibly anxious. She knew her mother’s chances of survival were slim, so she clung tightly to Huang Jiacai’s hand.

This strong woman, when her mother’s life was hanging by a thread, was at her wits’ end, anxiously restless, completely unlike her usual calm demeanor at work.

"Why haven’t they come out yet?" Gan Fengyi wiped her tears with a tissue, asking.

Gan Fengyi felt dizzy, and she couldn’t resist leaning into Huang Jiacai’s arms to sob.

"Don’t worry, Doctor Yang has handled harder surgeries than your mother’s, such as the one of Academician Feng Tiancheng." Huang Jiacai soothingly patted her back.

"Um---"

Realizing that she was losing composure, Gan Fengyi quickly straightened up and suppressed her tears.

The professors at Huaxi Hospital had said that the survival rate for this kind of surgery was typically less than 10%, offering very little hope.

Finally, the door to the operating room opened. Dr. Yang Ping, dressed in surgical attire, stood in the doorway, holding a metal basin in his hands.

Gan Fengyi hurried to his side, Huang Jiacai followed, should she faint.

"The surgery went smoothly!"

"The tumor has been completely removed without excessive bleeding. Both the spinal cord and nerve root have been well-protected. Having the possibility of recovery from paralysis is high provided there are no unexpected incidents. She will be transferred to the ICU. It might take five to seven days to be off the ventilator. You’re lucky you acted promptly. Any later hesitation could have costed her life. This is the tumor that we removed."

"Look, the pathology examination will be performed on this."

In the large metal basin lay the intact tumor that had been removed from her neck and skull. It looked like a piece of ginger, bloodied on the surface.

Gan Fengyi was too emotional to utter a word. Even though she was familiar with doctors, she couldn’t hold back her tears of relief.

It seemed that her mother’s life had been saved.

Faced with insurmountable odds, her mother had pulled through.

The operation room doors closed as soon as Dr. Yang had finished his briefing.

"Everything’s okay. Doctor Yang confirmed the procedure went smoothly." Huang Jiacai also breathed a sigh of relief.

Gan Fengyi rubbed her swollen eyes: "Thank you so much, Manager Huang!"

"I need to know how to reimburse the cost of the medical flight," she added. She knew if it weren’t for Huang Jiacai’s quick decision to arrange a medical airlift to Sanbo Hospital, her mother could have been in grave danger. She had been on the verge of breakdown back then. frёeweɓηovel.coɱ

Old Cheng rested his hand on Huang Jiacai’s shoulder: "Old Ju said we’re all brothers. Your matters are our matters. Their company will handle the medical flight costs. If you keep bringing up money, it’s tasteless. But, President Huang, I was in the middle of a massage and had to rush over due to your urgent call. My backache’s worse now."

"Sorry about that, Old Cheng." Huang Jiacai appreciated his friend’s support.

"You shouldn’t be mentioning the flight’s expenses anymore. Though, you should treat us to a drink. What do you two bosses think about that?" Old Cheng joked.

"We’ll certainly pay you and also treat you to a drink." Gan Fengyi felt a lot more relaxed.

"The drink we’d like is not just your ordinary drink." Old Cheng patted Huang Jiacai’s shoulder and walked away.

Gan Fengyi didn’t understand. Whether it’s alcohol or not, it’s still a beverage. She wondered if they had any special requirements when drinking.

"What kind of drink do they prefer? Since I’m not familiar with their preferences, I’ll ask you when the time comes since you’re their friend." Gan Fengyi turned to Huang Jiacai for guidance.

Gan Fengyi’s mother was wheeled out of the operating room, still on a temporary ventilator.

After relieving pressure on the spinal cord, there will be a period of swelling. Only after that period is over, wherein the condition stabilizes, can the muscles of the limbs and chest begin to recover gradually. The power of the ventilator, at that time, will be enough to stimulate breathing and it can be stopped.

Gan Fengyi knew that she couldn’t help at this point and left everything to the doctors in the ICU. Crying and refusing to let go would only lead to chaos. Therefore, she silently followed the stretcher to the ICU, watched her mother being admitted to the ICU, had a conversation with the doctor, and then went to pay the hospitalization fee.

After finishing these errands, she found Huang Jiacai had been keeping her company the entire time.

"Thank you."

"You’re welcome!"

"Would you like to join me for dinner? And perhaps call your sister?"

"Why should I call her for a meal? She’s on a diet lately."

"Then-- what-- do you like to eat?"

"Anything!"

"Can I make the decision?"

"Yes! And also, you need to wash this shirt for me."

"You want me to wash your clothes?"

"Yes, who was leaning on my shoulder the whole time? See, it’s all wet here, and there’s lipstick on it. How can I wear it out?"

"Huang Jiacai, you’re taking advantage of me!"

"Gan Fengyi, are you going to wash my clothes or not, give me a straight answer!"

"---I’ll wash them! I’ll accompany you to buy a new shirt later. Just give me this one to wash."

"That’s more like it."