As the news spread, the Second Hospital suddenly became lively.
After fifteen minutes of heartbeat, the brain-dead patient was actually revived!
Every doctor who was free came to watch.
Perhaps knowing that this was a miraculous rescue, the operation was arranged in the teaching operating room.
Professor Chen did his job and shamelessly occupied Isuke's position.
The directors of other departments didn't care about their face at this moment. They all wanted to squeeze into the operating room and watch up close.
The surgical nurse had a dark look on her face, and she could hardly move her feet.
Fortunately, Ye Lan roared, and the younger doctor regretfully went to the observation room next to him.
Exquisite acupuncture points, incomprehensible surgical techniques, and dazzling knife skills.
Every doctor was confused and at a loss.
...
"Establish extracorporeal circulation access!"
Ye Lan said coldly.
Before the surgical nurse had time to take action, the director of the hematology department immediately started to take action.
Theoretically, if the heart stops for more than 10 minutes, there is no possibility of rescue.
But after Ye Lan's simple first aid measures, the dead heart started beating again.
According to the theory of Western medicine, the next step is to suture all the wounds and restore the body.
But Ye Lan's decision was beyond everyone's expectations.
He actually wanted to take out the heart.
"Heart removal surgery? I've only seen it in foreign study videos before!"
"It seems that one case was done in China last year, but the postoperative results were not good!"
"That's not right! The heartbeat has returned, why did he take it off again?"
Ye Lan did not explain to them.
Originally, he could save the patient with only silver needles and with the help of Qi.
But that would be too shocking, and it is very likely that the people from the Soul-Suppressing Dragon Group would find him.
After thinking about it, I chose Western medicine.
The patient's heart stops for too long, and not only the brain dies, but also the organs begin to fail.
A group of department directors took action and quickly established a blood extracorporeal circulation channel.
"Pump thirty times a minute!"
Ye Lan said in a deep voice, then quickly removed the heart, raised his hand and said: "Go and suture the wound on the heart!"
Many department directors looked at each other, and none of them were willing to take action.
I went to suture my heart, where would I have time to watch such a miraculous operation up close?
Finally, Professor Chen assigned him, and a young male doctor took over glumly.
Establishing extracorporeal blood circulation is equivalent to giving the patient an artificial heart.
There will be no surprises in the short term.
And next, Ye Lan took out the silver needle again!
Seeing this scene, all the doctors, whether in the operating room or the observation room, held their breath and concentrated.
Even if the heart has been removed, is acupuncture still necessary?
Several department heads looked at Professor Chen curiously.
After all, he is the person closest to Ye Lan and should understand why he does this.
But Chen Fushan was at a loss as to why he needed acupuncture.
However, he is the first person in scientific research and practice in the Second Hospital, so he cannot let everyone down.
He could only cough and said: "Xiaoye, tell them every step!"
Ye Lan glanced at him suspiciously, with some impatience in his eyes.
"Professor Chen, don't you know that you can't disturb the patient during emergency surgery?"
Chen Fushan's face darkened, and he quickly lowered his voice when he felt the suspicious eyes of many disciples.
"This time counts as a mission!"
Ye Lan was unmoved, picked up the silver needle, and began to insert the needle slowly.
Chen Fushan gritted his teeth and said, "Also, I'll give you two million!"
Hearing this, Ye Lan's stern face finally showed a smile.
Started to explain.
“Since everyone is so interested, let’s treat it as a teaching surgery!”
"As you can see, this is cardiac tamponade caused by trauma, which makes the heart unable to beat. Within fifteen minutes, the brain has died due to lack of oxygen, and a large number of cranial nerves have died!"
"The most important task of cardiac tamponade is to relieve the pressure on the heart first. As long as the pressure is restored, the heart may beat again!"
"Before this, I have used silver needles to stimulate the patient's brain. On the one hand, it delays the death of brain cells, and on the other hand, it can clear the meridians and facilitate the brain to obtain oxygen!"
"..."
Ye Lan spoke in great detail, but it was still difficult to understand for everyone.
Is it possible that acupuncture can also revive dead nerve cells?
Everyone is doubtful.
Ye Lan has already started injecting needles into different organs!
"Next, we use this theory to save all the organs one after another!"
Looking at the crowd in the mist, Ye Lan paused and made the simplest metaphor.
"The human body is like a car that cannot stop. The heart is the oil pump and the brain is the engine. The oil pump is damaged, causing the engine to explode. What do you think should be done to repair it?"
A Mediterranean doctor rushed to answer: "People are people and cars are cars. How can it be repaired while it is running?"
Ye Lan glanced at him angrily.
"That's because you are not skilled enough!"
The Mediterranean doctor was scolded like this by a young man, and his face suddenly turned the color of pig liver.
About to retort.
But Ye Lan suddenly injected the needle, and the color of the patient's liver suddenly changed.
The liver, which had turned white and purple, suddenly regained its vitality.
Mediterranean held back what he wanted to say in his throat, his eyes widening.
When Chen Fushan on the side saw this scene, his hands were trembling with excitement.
Ye Lan glanced at him doubtfully, "Professor, do you have Parkinson's disease?"
Chen Fushan was stunned, his face uglier than the Mediterranean Sea.
"Go down if you are sick, it will affect the operation!"
Ye Lan said calmly. When the other doctors heard this, they almost couldn't help laughing.
In the Second Hospital, Professor Chen is the only one who can curse. How can anyone dare to curse Professor Chen?
Today I finally opened my eyes.
Chen Fushan, who is over fifty years old, took a few deep breaths.
"Don't be angry. He even dares to scold Divine Doctor Wang. What does a little scientific research professor like me mean?"
"Yes, I have to hold back!"
After secretly warning himself, he felt better.
Looking at the department directors next to him who were suppressing their laughter, he suddenly whispered: "Xiaoye, do you think you can guide them to practice? We are not very familiar with acupuncture at the Second Hospital!"
Ye Lan hesitated for a moment and then exited the main operating position.
That’s fine, worry free!
The Mediterranean doctor was the first to raise his hand, "Let me give it a try! I'm learning acupuncture recently!"
While talking, he walked excitedly to the main operating position.
Ye Lan slowly picked up the hemostatic forceps, "One inch in the middle of the sandalwood, three inches in the tail of the dove!"
Mediterranean looked confident and immediately picked up the silver needle.
But then, there was a pain in the back of my hand.
"Is this how you get the silver needle?"
Mediterranean grinned, recalling Ye Lan's technique just now, and quickly changed the way he held the needle.
Then, he carefully stabbed the Tanzhong point.
"boom!"
The back of my hand hurt again.
"Do you have Parkinson's disease too?"
Cold sweat suddenly broke out on Mediterranean's forehead.
His hand just shook slightly, how could he see it?
