Chapter 195: [195] The first time visiting thoracic surgery

Approaching the door to the doctor’s office, Cao Yong turned his head and saw Zhu Huicang standing inside.

Zhu Huicang happened to look up and saw him approaching, went to the door, and spoke to him, “What brings you here?”

“Someone asked me to come. What kind of patient is it?” Cao Yong lowered his voice as he spoke.

Zhu Huicang pulled him into a corner and told him, “What else could it be? It’s either a high-ranking leader or a big-time CEO.”

“What’s the situation?”

“Didn’t they give you the medical record to look at?”

“Just tell me, it’s quicker,” Cao Yong said rapidly. With an old classmate who could summarize the patient’s condition concisely, why would he bother sifting through a huge pile of medical records? There wouldn’t be enough time, and it’s not as effective as getting the gist from an old classmate in one sentence.

Zhu Huicang wanted to glare at him as he adjusted his glasses but still shared with him, “A patient with a sudden myocardial infarction was first sent to City Hospital No. 6 by a 120 emergency call. When City Hospital No. 6 couldn’t handle the emergency, they transferred him to our hospital. He was in severe condition when he arrived. But the family heard that an intervention was good and didn’t require surgery, so they immediately arranged for the cardiology department to perform the intervention. He was rushed to the cath lab, and halfway through, his heart stopped twice; they revived him, but he didn’t regain consciousness. Naturally, they couldn’t place a stent. In a rush, they had no choice but to send him to our department of cardiothoracic surgery.”

After hearing this, Cao Yong understood and let out four words, “Caught in a bind.”

For high-ranking leaders and CEOs, their lives are no ordinary lives; they need to be saved by any means possible. If it were a more rational leader or CEO who listened to the doctors, this situation probably wouldn’t have occurred. What’s more worrying are those who are used to giving orders—when they start directing the doctors. In the end, they’re lifting a rock only to drop it on their own feet.

Zhou Junpeng was waiting ahead. When Cao Yong turned back, he said, “The patient is in bed number one of our department’s intensive care unit.”

These kinds of patients and their families were a common sight. Cao Yong composed himself and walked ahead, leaving his old classmate behind. Xie Wanying and Huang Zhilei followed him.

Upon reaching the care ward, there was a curtain for every bed.

As Xie Wanying passed these beds, she noticed the young man she had escorted last time.

The young man now looked to be in good spirits; it seemed his surgery had been successful. He smiled at her when he saw her, clearly recognizing who she was.

Xie Wanying was also pleased inside. She nodded at the patient and caught up with her senior brother.

Seeing the patient, Cao Yong instructed his junior, “You perform the physical examination.”

Obeying the order, Huang Zhilei pulled out a doctor’s flashlight, went to the head of the bed, and checked the patient’s pupils.

Zhou Junpeng turned to notify Fu Xinheng that they had arrived.

While her senior brother was examining the patient, Xie Wanying felt that the patient seemed to have problems with their brainstem.

After examining the patient’s pupils, Huang Zhilei turned and shook his head at his senior brother.

The patient was currently on a ventilator, and whether they could recover spontaneous breathing was something they would only know after removing the ventilator tube. Cao Yong’s brows furrowed.

Fu Xinheng approached, and upon seeing him, asked, “Dr. Cao, what do you think of the patient’s condition? Can consciousness be restored?”

“What does the family want?” Cao Yong asked him.

“The family wants him to continue with the heart surgery, believing it’s a cardiac issue. But—”

“But what’s the point of performing cardiac surgery on a patient like this, right?” Cao Yong said, almost laughing. The laughter was because he felt like he had been brought in to announce the patient’s death.

With a mechanical tone, Fu Xinheng said, “There’s no choice; we need to take the family’s emotions into account. You should know, Dr. Cao. After all, you are a well-known doctor, and patient families tend to listen to you.”

Cao Yong was definitely not too thrilled; who would be happy to be tasked with dealing with a corpse?

“Brainstem death.”