"Director Chen, the patient's heart has stopped, and blood pressure is dropping drastically!"
In the operating room, everyone's hearts were in their throats, staring intently at the monitor's data. This was the most difficult surgery the psychiatric hospital had ever undertaken.
"One dose of adrenaline, intravenous push, prepare for defibrillation!"
Zhao Qianqian had already wheeled the defibrillator to the operating table and was charging it.
"Clear the bed!"
With Chen Fan's sharp command, he began to use the defibrillator on the patient.
Once, twice.
Finally, on the third attempt, a faint heartbeat appeared on the monitor.
"Director Chen, perhaps we should give up. We haven't even started the surgery yet, and we've done everything we can. The patient's family will likely understand, and this wouldn't be considered a medical malpractice," a male doctor said, advising Chen Fan.
In this situation, the chances of saving the patient were almost nil.
At that moment, Luo Qianqian walked in, carrying a box that contained the artificial aorta.
Chen Fan glanced at the male doctor who had spoken earlier. "If you're afraid of taking responsibility, you can leave."
The male doctor's face turned red with embarrassment, and he took a couple of steps back. Although he didn't leave, he decided that in this situation, he would not touch anything on the operating table to avoid implicating himself.
Chen Fan's hand, at some point, produced several silver needles, which he inserted into different acupoints on the patient.
"Start the timer, twenty minutes."
"Yes, starting the timer, twenty minutes!" Zhao Qianqian repeated, her eyes fixed on the clock on the operating room wall.
Taking the scalpel, Chen Fan prepared to incise the patient's chest.
"Everyone step back," Chen Fan warned them at this moment.
Zheng Hairong led the retreat, followed by the others.
The instant Chen Fan made the incision, blood spurted out like a fountain. If they hadn't retreated, they would have been covered in the patient's blood.
"Transfusion," Chen Fan commanded from below, already beginning the surgery to replace the patient's artificial aorta.
Meanwhile, outside the operating room.
The patient's family was weeping outside the door.
"My son, your life is so bitter. You just arrived at the hospital, and less than an hour later, such a terrible thing has happened. If you leave me, how can I live!"
The wailing drew the attention of many.
Vice President Lian Wenxin also arrived, intending to calm the distressed mother. However, the woman wouldn't listen, her sobs nearly causing her to faint several times.
"What's going on?"
"I heard a patient was rushed into surgery less than an hour after arriving at the hospital."
"That serious? Didn't they say the surgery department here is very strong? How could this happen?"
"Who knows? It's definitely negligence. If they had examined the patient immediately after transferring them, this wouldn't have happened."
Lian Wenxin was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.
Seeing someone about to enter the operating room with supplies, Lian Wenxin quickly pulled them aside and asked, "Who is operating on the patient? How is the situation?"
"Director Lian, Director Chen is performing the surgery."
"You mean Chen Fan?!" Lian Wenxin's eyes widened.
"Yes! Director Lian, I need to go and deliver plasma quickly. The patient has lost a lot of blood, and there isn't enough plasma inside." the nurse explained.
"Go, go quickly!" Lian Wenxin, who had been looking anxious, suddenly broke into a smile, his tense expression relaxing considerably.
He then turned to the distressed mother and said, "Madam, please don't worry. With Director Chen here, your son is guaranteed to be out of danger."
This wasn't Lian Wenxin boasting; it was an experience he had accumulated over time.
He spoke loudly, intentionally for the onlookers. He couldn't possibly miss such an opportunity for publicity.
Afterward, Lian Wenxin praised Chen Fan in such glowing terms that even the sobbing mother was stunned. It had to be said that Lian Wenxin's public relations skills were the highest in the hospital.
Little did Lian Wenxin know that several reporters had secretly recorded his words.
"This vice president can really talk."
"Isn't it good that he can talk? Wait and see how embarrassed he'll be later."
Half an hour later, the operating room door finally opened, and Chen Fan was the first to emerge.
"Director Chen, what's the patient's condition?" Lian Wenxin hurried to meet him.
Since the incident last time, the conflict between Chen Fan and Lian Wenxin had been resolved, and there was no longer any animosity.
"Marfan syndrome, aortic rupture," Chen Fan replied.
Then, noticing the crowd of onlookers, he frowned slightly. "Why are there so many people?"
Lian Wenxin's expression faltered. "Director Chen, are you saying the patient inside has Marfan syndrome? And an aortic rupture?"
"That's right. Is there a problem?" Chen Fan asked.
"The surgery was successful, right?" The cure rate for such complex conditions was terrifyingly low, and Lian Wenxin couldn't help but worry. His relaxed mood returned to his throat.
"What do you think?" Chen Fan retorted.
Hearing Chen Fan's question, Lian Wenxin breathed a sigh of relief again.
However, the distressed mother rushed forward to Chen Fan, crying, "Doctor, how is my son? Is he still alive? Speak, speak! If anything happens to my son, I won't live either!"
"Your son is fine. The surgery was successful, and his life has been saved," Chen Fan replied.
"My son is fine? You're not lying to me?" the mother stared blankly at Chen Fan.
"You'll know when you see your son later. They'll be out soon," Chen Fan said, gesturing towards the operating room door behind him.
Among the crowd, several people who overheard the conversation exchanged glances, their eyes filled with shock.
"Hey, doctor, did you say you just performed an aortic replacement surgery?" a questioning voice suddenly rang out from the crowd.
"Of course. Our Director Chen's medical skills are among the best in the entire Huá Nán region," Lian Wenxin replied on Chen Fan's behalf.
"But as far as I know, this kind of surgery takes at least five hours, and its difficulty is such that even chief specialists aren't 100% confident. This Director Chen is so young. Who knows if it's true that he's already finished the surgery."
At this, the crowd began to murmur again.
The man who had spoken earlier smirked as he saw Lian Wenxin's face darken.
However, at that moment, the closed operating room door suddenly swung open.