PFC Chapter 485: The Miracle of Hua Tuo's Reincarnation
Chapter 485: The Miracle of Hua Tuo's Reincarnation
“When he was brought in, he had lost a lot of blood and his wounds were very deep.
Moreover, his consciousness is already blurred and he is in a semi-comatose state."
Dean Song frowned and continued, "Our preliminary examination found that his internal organs may also be damaged. The specific situation will have to wait for further exploration during surgery.
Our doctors are currently doing their best to save him, but the director's injuries are so severe that it's hard to say whether he can survive this."
As Qi Tongwei listened to Dean Song's words, his face became increasingly gloomy.
He looked at the door to the operating room.
Dean Song added, “Captain Qi, we will do our best to treat the director.
During this period, if there is anything we need to cooperate with the investigation, please feel free to let us know.
After all, the director's case may involve some complicated circumstances, and our hospital hopes to contribute to finding out the truth."
Qi Tongwei nodded, looked at Dean Song gratefully, and said, "Dean Song, thank you.
The most important thing right now is to save the director's life. Other matters can be dealt with after the director is out of danger."
At this moment, a series of beeping sounds from instruments came from the operating room. The sound was particularly harsh in the quiet corridor, and made Qi Tongwei and Dean Song feel even more anxious.
Soon, several doctors who were performing rescue operations rushed out of the operating room in a hurry.
Their expressions were extremely anxious, with beads of sweat covering their foreheads, and their eyes were filled with tension and worry.
One of the doctors shouted, "The patient has lost too much blood. We don't have enough blood. I'm going to the blood bank to get some."
His voice echoed in the quiet hospital corridor like a heavy alarm bell.
Dean Song's expression changed, and he felt a strong sense of unease.
He was well aware of the director's special status. If anything happened to the director in their hospital, it would definitely affect the reputation of their hospital.
This is not just a medical incident, there are many complex relationships and interests involved.
His brows were tightly furrowed, and his eyes were full of worry, as if he saw the troubles that the hospital was about to face.
Qi Tongwei stood aside, his eyes fixed on the operating room.
After hearing the doctor's words, his heart was also filled with worry, but he did not panic like others.
Suddenly, Qi Tongwei said, "Let me go in and take a look."
His voice was calm and firm, like a reassurance in this tense atmosphere.
When Dean Song heard Qi Tongwei's words, his eyes suddenly lit up.
He looked at Qi Tongwei, and the situation of the little girl this morning suddenly flashed through his mind.
This morning, the hospital also encountered a very difficult case. The little girl was in critical condition and all the doctors were almost helpless.
However, Qi Tongwei relied on his unique abilities and calm judgment to provide doctors with key ideas at the critical moment, and the little girl's condition eventually took a turn for the better.
Now, Dean Song looked at Qi Tongwei as if he saw the last hope.
He held Qi Tongwei's hands tightly, and his hands were trembling slightly because of nervousness.
His eyes were full of anticipation as he said, "Chief Qi, please make sure to cure him."
There was an almost pleading tone in his words, as if Qi Tongwei was the only savior who could save the director's life.
Qi Tongwei understood the implication in his words. He knew that Dean Song placed all his hopes on him.
Qi Tongwei nodded slightly and said only: "Don't worry, I will never let him die in your hospital."
After saying this, Qi Tongwei went into the operating room without hesitation.
The door of the operating room slowly closed behind Qi Tongwei. That door was like a door of life and death, separating the tension inside from the worries outside.
Dean Song stood outside the door, his eyes fixed on it, his hands clasped tightly in front of his chest, silently praying in his heart that Qi Tongwei could create a miracle.
As soon as Qi Tongwei entered the operating room, he felt the tense and depressing atmosphere inside.
The beeping sounds of various medical instruments were intertwined, doctors and nurses were busy shuttling back and forth, the director was lying on the operating table, his face as pale as paper, his life in critical condition.
After Qi Tongwei quickly changed into surgical clothes, he walked quickly into the core area of the operating room.
As soon as his eyes fell on the instruments in the operating room, his heart sank.
I saw that the values on all the instruments were very bad. The series of jumping numbers seemed like the death knell, indicating that the director's life was rapidly fading away.
Almost all the doctors around had already silently pronounced the director's death in their hearts.
A gray-haired expert sighed helplessly, his eyes revealing a deep sense of powerlessness. He slowly said, "This knife was meant to kill him, directly into his heart.
You see, the damage caused by this knife is extremely serious. The tissues around the heart are severely damaged, and now the heart has begun to show symptoms of failure.
According to common sense, even a Daluo Immortal cannot save him."
Qi Tongwei was not affected by this pessimistic atmosphere, and there was determination in his eyes.
He immediately used his unique X-ray detection skills to check the director's physical condition.
In his "sight", the director's internal structure was clearly presented.
He saw the director's injured heart, and just as the experts said, it had suffered a huge trauma. The heartbeat became weak and irregular, and the surrounding blood vessels were spasming due to the sudden severe blow.
However, Qi Tongwei did not give up hope.
He observed carefully and found that although the heart condition was very critical, there were still some subtle details that could serve as a breakthrough for rescue.
For example, although the main blood supply to the heart is damaged, there are still some small blood vessels nearby that can be guided through special means to re-establish partial blood circulation.
Moreover, although the heart itself begins to fail, if it can be given external stimulation and support in time, it may be possible to slow down the rate of failure and buy time for the heart to be repaired.
Qi Tongwei raised his head and looked at the doctors and nurses around him who were already somewhat discouraged. His voice was steady and powerful: "Don't give up, everyone. Although the situation is very bad, it is not completely helpless.
We still have a chance, so follow my instructions now."
Qi Tongwei looked at the doctor next to him calmly and said with a firm look in his eyes: "I will be the main surgeon, and you will be my assistant."
His voice was steady and powerful, carrying an unquestionable majesty in the tense atmosphere of the operating room.
When the doctor heard Qi Tongwei's words, he couldn't help but hesitate.
After all, in such a formal surgical setting, it is extremely rare to let a person who is not a professional surgeon perform the operation.
But he soon realized that the situation was extremely critical and there was no need to argue about face when it came to life.
Moreover, the patient's identity is special and the director's life and death are at stake. If something really happens, according to Qi Tongwei, it will be the responsibility of Qi Tongwei, the surgeon, and it has nothing to do with himself.
Thinking of this, the doctor gritted his teeth and nodded.
Qi Tongwei did not delay at all. His eyes were fixed on the director's dying condition, as if he had already planned the entire operation steps in his mind.
Just as others were preparing to use instruments to assist Qi Tongwei in opening the body, a shocking scene occurred.
Qi Tongwei actually reached out and picked up the scalpel and cut open the director's chest without hesitation.
This move was like a bombshell, shocking everyone instantly.
The doctors and nurses around them all widened their eyes, their faces filled with disbelief.
A young nurse couldn't help but let out a low cry, her hands unconsciously covered her mouth, her eyes filled with horror.
An experienced doctor's eyes widened as he stammered, "How...how can you just cut it open? It's too dangerous without any instruments!"
There was obvious doubt and worry in his voice. In all his many years of medical experience, he had never seen such a bold surgical operation.
Another doctor agreed: "Yes, this is not in line with surgical standards.
If something unexpected happens, we won’t be able to respond in time.”
As he spoke, he looked at Qi Tongwei nervously, his eyes showing both concern for the director's life and confusion about Qi's risky behavior.
Qi Tongwei seemed not to hear what they said, his entire attention focused on the director's chest.
His eyes were focused and calm, and the scalpel in his hand was under his control, accurately avoiding important blood vessels and tissues. Every movement was clean and neat. Although it seemed reckless, it had a unique sense of rhythm.
Qi Tongwei knew that in such an emergency situation, conventional surgical procedures might not be able to save the director's life.
With his in-depth understanding of the human body and unique skills, he decided to adopt this seemingly risky approach, and he believed that he could succeed.
Amidst everyone's astonishment and worry, Qi Tongwei continued his bold surgical operation, and the situation in the operating room became more tense and depressing.
After witnessing Qi Tongwei's amazing knife move, several experienced doctors couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.
One of the doctors, a man with gray hair and wrinkles around his eyes, widened his eyes in disbelief. He couldn't help but mutter, "Who is this guy? How could he do such a thing?"
Another doctor, wearing glasses and looking rather serious, chimed in, his voice filled with obvious dissatisfaction: "Oh my god! The patient had already lost too much blood, and that single cut nearly took half his life. This isn't saving him, it's clearly harming him."
As the two doctors spoke, the whispers of the surrounding doctors gradually grew louder.
Everyone was talking at the same time, and the whole operating room seemed to be in an uproar.
Some doctors frowned, their eyes full of worry and doubt; others shook their heads, as if they had given up hope on the director's life.