RPAGF Chapter 625 These kinds of family matters are all the result of past causes.
Chapter 625 These kinds of family matters are all the result of past causes.
Yang Zheng stared sharply at the blurry image on the ultrasound screen, then looked down at the chest that had been opened layer by layer, where a bloody, mangled heart was beating weakly.
Knowing that every second counted, the attending physician suppressed his impatience and asked again, "What does Comrade Yang want to say? Please do so as soon as possible."
Yang Zheng reached out and felt the pulse again, then said softly but with an undeniable tone, "The old man's breathing is not right."
Looking up at the attending physician, he continued, “From my examination of his pulse before and after the operation, although there was some blockage in the old man’s heart before the operation, his heartbeat still had some strength. However, the ultrasound I just saw showed that although it was blurry, the tissue around the valve annulus was dark in color. According to Western medicine, this is caused by insufficient blood perfusion. In our traditional Chinese medicine, it is due to the obstruction of ‘Zong Qi’. If you cut open the ‘Qi’ with this incision, it may damage the ‘pericardium’. The Qi and blood may suddenly become disordered, which is even more dangerous.”
The attending physician frowned. He didn't understand what traditional Chinese medicine meant by "qi" and "meridians." Western medicine practitioners were good at using anatomical structures and physiological indicators to explain the condition. Yang Zheng's words sounded very mysterious, and he didn't know how to refute them or whether he should take them into consideration.
The young assistant doctor standing next to him was a little impatient. He interrupted, "Comrade Yang, I don't know if you can understand, but let me explain. You see, all the vital signs we are monitoring are within the normal range for surgery, and the old man's blood clotting function is also fine. As long as my teacher can stop the bleeding in time and deal with the problem quickly after the incision, there will be no accidents."
The attending physician immediately criticized him sternly, "Watch your words! No surgery can be performed with absolute certainty!"
He then apologized to Yang Zheng, saying, "I'm sorry, the student is still young and needs more experience."
This wasn't a big deal, Yang Zheng waved his hand and didn't dwell on it. Instead, he explained carefully, "Look, these small coronary branches with purplish-colored blood vessels are clearly signs of qi stagnation and blood stasis, which could rupture at any time. This is something that can't be seen on an ultrasound, and it greatly affected your previous surgical plans."
“The old man has suffered two attacks and his heart is now extremely weak. If you forcibly dilate the valve ring, it may cause uncontrollable microvascular bleeding, which could even lead to myocardial arrest in severe cases. This is what we call ‘breaking the qi and damaging the blood’ in traditional Chinese medicine, which is extremely dangerous.”
The attending physician frowned. He had actually discovered abnormalities in the vascular branches after opening the chest cavity, but he thought that with his many years of surgical experience, he could avoid the risks as long as he operated with precision and standardization. However, now that Comrade Yang had brought it up, he could no longer continue.
"Comrade Yang, what do you suggest we do?"
Yang Zheng was equally decisive, "I need to get a few acupuncture needles!"
This……
The attending physician was somewhat troubled. He had heard about Yang Zheng's case before, and the hospital leaders had strongly requested that he be involved. The patient's family had also agreed. However, this surgery was not like the previous external injuries and miscarriage prevention surgeries, but rather the heart. The risks could be minor or major. If something went wrong, who would be responsible?
For a moment, no one spoke; the only sound was the ticking of the machine, so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
Yang Zheng wasn't stupid; he naturally understood the doctor's concerns. After a moment's thought, he said to a nurse, "Please ask the Gao family for their opinion. Two minutes. If they don't agree, I have nothing more to say."
The nurse glanced at the attending physician, and seeing him nod, she immediately pushed open the door and went out, soon meeting the Gao family.
Once the situation inside was explained, the Gao family was immediately in a dilemma.
Gao Laosan was impatient, and his voice rose when he got anxious, "What's wrong with you? We handed the person over to you, and now you're asking the family about this? We don't know anything, how can we make a decision?"
The young nurse was a little scared by his harsh words and thought, "Didn't you all ask to be involved? Now that there's a disagreement, of course the family members should make the decision."
Unfortunately, she dared not say it, but could only emphasize, "Make a decision quickly. The patient's chest cavity has already been opened, and we can't waste too much time. Comrade Yang said you only have two minutes."
Gao Laosan immediately turned his gaze to his elderly mother, "Mother..."
Not far away, Chu Xin, who was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, sneered. "Ha, he said he, as his son, had to guard his father's side. Is that all he's good for? Even a dog would have been better."
Gao Laosan was embarrassed, but this was not the time to argue; his mother needed to make a decision quickly.
Grandma Gao was also panicked. Letting Yang Zheng in was a gamble for her. She thought that was the end of it, but she didn't expect that something even more difficult was yet to come.
With a long sigh, she asked, "Did he mention the risks of not getting the injection?"
The nurse told her the truth: "It's life-threatening."
Grandma Gao swayed slightly and asked again, "Did the surgeon say what the chances of success would be without needles?"
“…No,” the nurse shook her head.
"You doctors just talk the talk, but when something really goes wrong, it's all our fault as family members?!" Gao Laosan was so angry he wanted to yell.
After taking one last look at the wall clock, Grandma Gao gritted her teeth and made a decision: "I'll listen to Yang Zheng!"
The nurse, feeling as if she had been granted a pardon, immediately nodded and retreated to the emergency room.
Gao Laosan's face turned red with anxiety, "Mother, are you really not worried..."
"Shut up!" Old Mrs. Gao closed her eyes wearily, feeling a chill run down her spine at her son. "You didn't say anything before, so shut up and wait quietly!"
Feeling embarrassed by his mother's rebuke, Gao Laosan sighed and retreated to the wall without saying a word.
Watching the old lady trembling as her daughter helped her sit back down, Chu Xin felt a pang of sadness. "What kind of children are these? They're completely useless."
Zhou Yichen also frowned, "Old Master Gao's handling of family matters is truly appalling."
Even without Gao Ziyou's interference, someone else would have ruined it.
"These kinds of family matters are all the result of past causes, and only their own family can bear the consequences!"
Annoyed by what she saw, Chu Xin stretched and straightened up. "Let's go. It's easy to get nodules if we stay here."
Meanwhile, in the operating room, the nurse brought back the news: the attending physician readily made way for Yang Zheng, saying, "Comrade, please!"