Surgery Godfather Chapter 577

Chapter 577: Chapter 525: Start Broadcasting Chapter 577: Chapter 525: Start Broadcasting The flight path was longer than usual, necessitating detours around war zones and no-fly zones.

What would usually be over an hour's journey, took over two hours.

Safely, the plane successfully landed at Aden International Airport.

Upon disembarking, Hua'an Gold Shield staff immediately received Yang Ping, escorted by an armed squad.

Yang Ping instructed them to unload the supplies they brought on the plane. These were sterile instruments, gauze, anesthetics, analgesics, and antibiotics hastily prepared by Robert and Li Zehui. These items, during times of war, were more precious than gold.

A commercial vehicle transported Yang Ping and the supplies to the hospital.

The hospital was the Republic Hospital of Yemen in Aden, similar to our People's Hospital or Central Hospital.

This hospital was considered the best in Aden, but the level of medical care and equipment could not compare to some decent county-level hospitals in our country.

The hospital was bustling with people, most of them with terrified and anxious eyes, some of the injured people had just arrived from the war zone.

Upon arrival, Yang Ping met Manager Qiu, who had been contacting him. He was in his thirties, strong, and his eyes were bright and focused, clearly a military man.

“Professor Yang, I am so grateful.” Manager Qiu was genuinely ecstatic upon meeting Yang Ping, as if he had seen a savior.

Manager Qiu felt extremely painful seeing his comrades lying helplessly on the hospital beds. Now that Yang Ping had flown over from Saudi Arabia overnight, how could he not be excited?

“Where is the patient? Quickly, lead me there.”

Yang Ping couldn't wait to operate immediately, he dared not delay for a moment.

Manager Qiu wasted no further time and immediately led Yang Ping to the observation ward of the emergency department.

Since the patient's wounds were too severe and it was unclear which department should admit him, and the ability among departments to collaborate and coordinate was lacking, the patient remained in the emergency department.

The attending doctor was also a Chinese doctor, Dr. Zhou from Hong Kong, who had been dispatched by the International Red Cross to provide medical support to this hospital.

“Dr. Zhou, our compatriot from Hong Kong. Professor Yang, from Nandu Province, has extensive trauma surgery experience.” Manager Qiu introduced them.

Dr. Zhou appeared extremely weary. His hair, sticky from an excess of oil, clung in strands to his scalp, and a thin film of fog had accumulated on his glasses.

He shook Yang Ping's hand: “Your arrival is timely.”

Without wasting any words, Dr. Zhou got to the point:
“The patient has a total of 27 shrapnel wounds across the head, chest, abdomen, pelvis, and limbs. I'm a trauma orthopedic surgeon and cannot do anything about the shrapnel injuries in the head and thoracic abdominal, which are the most deadly. We lack excellent neuro and thoracoabdominal trauma surgeons here, so they have been hesitant to operate. They can only maintain his life by blood transfusion and fluid replacement.”

This Hong Kong doctor, who often supported war-torn areas and has seen many critically injured patients, felt powerless when faced with this patient's case.

“Take a break. I'm going to see the injured now.” Yang Ping immediately began a whole-body examination.

The injured was lying on the bed covered with two quilts to keep him warm, all his clothes had been cut off, Yang Ping could still see his bloody clothes piled in the corner of the ward.

A few intravenous lines, including central venous and peripheral venous, were simultaneously transfusing blood and fluids into the patient's body.

Dr. Zhou handed over a pair of gloves. Yang Ping put them on and walked to the bedside to begin his examination.

The gloves were slightly small, and Yang Ping had a hard time putting them on.

“There's a shortage of medical supplies here, we only have small-sized rubber gloves.” Dr. Zhou explained.

Yang Ping paid no attention to these things, his focus was on the patient, and he paid no mind to anyone else in the room.

His blood pressure was low, only 65/36mmg, much lower than a few hours prior.

His heart rate was very fast, exceeding 130 beats per minute.

His pulse was very weak and difficult to detect unless closely examined.

Even with two quilts covering him, his body still felt icy cold.

His paper medical report was handed over by the Yemeni doctors. Yang Ping quickly reviewed it and immediately deduced that the patient's hemodynamics were extremely unstable. He could die from shock at any moment. The only reason he has lasted until now is that he has an excellent physical condition.

If the shrapnel in the cranium was not removed, it could lead to a brain hernia; the small invisible piece of triangular iron on the heart could rupture the heart at any moment.

Three fatal ropes tightly strangled the patient, and the situation was extremely critical.

The lucky part was that the injured must have been at some distance from the explosion when it happened. All his injuries were mechanical wounds from shrapnel, without any blast injury. Thus, if he can be rescued, the prognosis of his organs' functionality would be pretty good.

A family member standing by the bed was the patient's younger brother. He wanted to greet Yang Ping earlier but Yang Ping's attention had been on the patient all along, completely oblivious to anyone else.

This younger brother was extremely anxious, unsure whether Professor Yang could save his brother.

Yang Ping raised his head, as if he was thinking.

The patient's younger brother suddenly knelt down in front of him: “Professor Yang, please save my brother.”

Yang Ping did not expect this tall young man to suddenly kneel down, he quickly helped him up: “I will do my best.”

“The patient's name is Chen Dashun, this is his younger brother Chen Ershun. It should have been him who was injured in the explosion, but his older brother protected him with his own body.” Qiu Zhiqiang told Yang Ping.

Yang Ping nodded: “Arrange for the surgery immediately! Manager Qiu, didn't you say you could summon the medical plane stationed in Oman? Get the plane here. After the surgery, we will use the medical plane to transfer him to Saudi Arabia for continuing treatment. I will accompany him during the transfer.”

“The hemoglobin level is only 40 grams!”

Dr. Zhou took a lab report from the director of the emergency department, which recorded the most recent blood draw results.

“Regardless of the hemoglobin level, we need to perform immediate surgery on him. His condition is rapidly deteriorating. No matter the risk, surgery is mandatory. Find me an assistant now!”

Yang Ping was assertive in his call.

“I'm ready to assist!”

Dr. Zhou volunteered eagerly and looked at this composed young colleague with admiration.

Before Yang Ping's arrival, Dr. Zhou had briefly researched his medical papers. As expected, Yang Ping was a top expert in trauma surgery, particularly with cases involving severe and complex injuries. His work on 'half-man' surgeries, to save severely injured individuals, could be considered the pinnacle of trauma surgery. His theory on treatment had been published in top medical journals, and it was extremely influential.

Dr. Zhou just didn't expect him to be this young.

Outside the hospital ward, a flaring streak of artillery fire cut across the night sky in the distance.

The atmosphere throughout the city was extremely tense. It was as if a storm was about to hit.

“Arrange for the surgery immediately,” Dr. Zhou ordered the Yemeni emergency doctor, who was also the head of the department.

The Yemeni director replied anxiously, “All of our operating rooms are in use. No room will be available for the next three hours.”

Originally, this hospital only had a limited number of operating rooms. The influx of patients in recent times was overwhelming.

“Are there any surgeries that can be paused?” Dr. Zhou was decisive.

The Yemeni director shook his head: “All of them are emergency rescue surgeries.”

“We can't wait for an OR to become available. Does the emergency department have a room where we can perform the operation? Even a makeshift one will do.”

Yang Ping didn't want to waste any more time waiting for an actual OR.

“Our emergency department has one surgery room, but it's only equipped for simple wound cleaning and stitches. The necessary equipment and an anesthesiologist are also both lacking,” the Yemeni director explained helplessly.

This kind of operation required opening the chest, abdomen, and skull. General Anesthesia was a must.

Without an anesthesia machine, how would the surgery be done?

“We'll conduct the surgery here in this emergency surgery room. Have a trauma care equipment bag ready and find a chest opener, two S-shaped hooks, two thyroid hooks and several different types of suture material. Start setting up immediately! Find some way to get an anesthesiologist and an anesthesia machine from a nearby hospital!”

Yang Ping decided not to wait any longer. They had already missed the best opportunity. If they waited any longer, even divinity would not be able to help him.

Exceptional situations required exceptional measures. They couldn't possibly just follow conventional requirements.

“Will these instruments be enough?”

Dr. Zhou couldn't believe it. This included thoracic, abdominal, and cranial operations to remove bullet fragments, and to investigate and repair damaged organs. All of these consider major surgeries, Could they be completed only with these simple instruments?

“Ali, go and prepare the instruments! I'll check the surgeries currently in progress, to see if we can combine anesthetics for one patient. Regarding the anesthesia machine, I'll contact nearby hospitals right away.”

The Yemeni director immediately sprang into action, directing his staff with clear orders.

During normal circumstances, having one anesthesiologist handle two surgeries is strictly forbidden. But under current emergency circumstances, saving the patient's life was the highest priority.

This rule was originally established to ensure the safety of patients. However, if they followed these regulations now, many patients would not have enough time to get to the operating table.

The doctor called Ali came running back in, covered in sweat, “All trauma care equipment bags have been used. Can we use instruments that have been sterilized temporarily instead?”

What a predicament! Even the trauma care bags were all used up, how were they supposed to do a surgery?

This was a surgery that would involve opening up the skull.

Yang Ping suddenly remembered that when he was leaving Saudi Arabia, Li Zehui and Robert had prepared several boxes of instruments and medications. They would come in handy now.

“Hurry, there's a full set of trauma surgical instruments in the car that just picked me up. Bring them here, and be careful not to break the sterile packaging. Have a doctor come with you,” Yang Ping sighed with relief.

Thanks to the instruments prepared by Robert and Li Zehui, this problem was solved.

The Yemeni director hung up the phone and told Dr. Zhou, “The staff hospital at the refinery can lend us an anesthesia machine. They can send it over immediately.”

With the missing hands and instruments now available, they could finally begin the operation.

Dr. Zhou, with two Yemeni doctors acting as his assistants, went onto the operating table. Although Dr. Zhou was not proficient in thoracic, abdominal or cranial surgeries, he would still be able to assist in retraction, knot tying and cutting the thread.

“Manager Qiu, I'm about to perform surgery on him immediately. We can't wait any longer and have to operate here in the emergency surgery room. Has Oman's medical evacuation plane taken off yet? Ask them to hurry up. After the surgery, he can't stay here. He should be transferred to Saudi Arabia where the medical conditions are much better.”

“Prepare more blood of the same type, we'll need it during the surgery and afterwards.”

Blood transfusion equals a transfusion of life.

“Ershun, call the rest of the guys over, we need to continue donating blood.”

Chen Dashun had type B blood. Everyone in the company with type B blood turned out to give Dashun their blood.

Their blood types were all registered. The tag on their clothes had their blood type labeled. So, when an emergency arises, they not only immediately know the blood type, but they can also quickly provide blood for each other.

The emergency surgery room was quickly cleared, and Chen Dashun was wheeled into the room along with his bed.

Chapter end

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