Ye Lan frowned slightly while watching the surgery in the live broadcast room.
Shimada's technique is very stable and his speed is very fast.
But he didn't seem to know that the patient had multiple tumors.
After hesitating for a moment, Ye Lan immediately dialed Professor Chen's phone number.
He had this suspicion when he just looked at the CT and medical records.
It’s now fully confirmed!
Professor Chen was startled when he received the call and ran over directly, pulling him straight to the operating room.
However, as soon as he reached the corridor of the operating room, he was stopped by a group of bodyguards.
"Where is Mr. Shimada? We need to communicate with him about something!" Professor Chen shouted anxiously.
"Shh! What are you doing? Don't you know Mr. Shimada is undergoing surgery?" Jia Kui said unhappily.
"The patient has multiple tumors, and Mr. Shimada's treatment method is wrong!" Ye Lan said in a deep voice.
"It's you again!" Jia Kui frowned, "What are you yelling about? Mr. Shimada has already checked it himself, so you don't need to worry about it here!"
Ye Lan took out his mobile phone and looked at the scene in the live broadcast room.
He said word by word: "What I am talking to you about now is related to the life and death of the patient. If you don't agree, we will get the responsibility letter now!"
Hearing Ye Lan's serious words, Jia Kui's face became uncertain.
After a pause, he gritted his teeth, walked outside the operating room, and knocked gently on the door.
Shida, who was wearing a suit, stuck his head out with a cold face.
"Jasan, I remember telling you that Mr. Shimada is not allowed to be disturbed during the operation!"
"Mr. Shida, I don't want this either!" Jia Kui nodded and bowed, explaining in a low voice.
"They said my father had polyplexy..."
"Shut up!" Shida interrupted with a red face, "Shimada Medical College is the most professional medical institution in the world, no one needs to remind you!"
As he said that, he tilted his head and looked at Ye Lan and the two of them with a bad tone.
"I hope you will take a good look at Mr. Shimada's techniques, which will benefit you for life!"
Immediately, the door to the operating room was closed with a bang.
Jia Kui bowed and apologized repeatedly, turned around, and said with a cold face: "You heard it! Mr. Shimada has already checked it in advance!"
"You frogs in the well, don't come out and embarrass yourself!"
Ye Lan took a deep breath and frowned slightly.
Master's ancestral teaching, whenever you encounter someone, you must take action!
This kind of refusal of treatment almost never happens!
Professor Chen, whose face was as black as carbon, gritted his teeth and stamped his feet.
"I'll get the responsibility letter!"
Although the entire surgery was handled by Shimada Medical College, the patient was admitted from the Second Hospital after all!
More or less, there will be joint and several liability attached!
Ye Lan nodded, sat on the chair next to him, silently took out his mobile phone, and clicked on the Xinglin live broadcast platform again.
Shimada's live broadcast room is inside, and the atmosphere is relaxed and comfortable.
[This technique makes me drool! 】
[Backhand pick cut, textbook standard! 】
[Why not use an ion knife? Still using a traditional scalpel blade? 】
[Don’t ask, just kneel down and worship! 】
While bragging, Shimada had cut off half of the tumor.
In the lens, a blood vessel that had been invaded and squeezed until it was almost transparent appeared in front of the eyes.
Due to the compression of the tumor, the blood vessels are blocked and the walls of the tubes have become very thin.
Shimada slowed down for the first time, changed his scalpel, and began to cut one by one.
The atmosphere in the live broadcast room also became tense, and the barrages became much less frequent.
Soon, Shimada cut off all the surrounding tumors.
[Amazing, it didn’t even touch the blood vessel wall! 】
[This method is not so accurate even with machines! 】
There was another round of boasting.
At this moment, a stream of blood burst out from the bottom of the lake and sprayed directly on the camera.
Everyone in the live broadcast room was quiet for a brief moment.
【The blood vessel is broken! 】
【How can it be? Why did it break? 】
[Don’t panic, everyone, it’s just bleeding during surgery, nothing serious! 】
Seeing this, Ye Lan silently put away his phone and started playing games leisurely.
There is no need to look at the next step. Unless Shimada can use acupuncture to stop the bleeding, it will be difficult to save the patient.
Sure enough, there was a burst of noise in the operating room.
Ten minutes later, Shida poked his head out.
"Jasan, I need to talk to you!"
Jia Kui stood up suddenly, his face darkened, and whispered: "Mr. Shida, my father..."
"It's a pity!" Shida said seriously without changing his expression: "We have used all methods, and now we have to announce that your father is about to be brain-dead!"
Jia Kui's expression changed and he staggered back two steps.
"Aren't you the best brain surgery hospital? Why does such a thing happen?"
"Jaisan, please calm down. Your father's tumor has exceeded 12 centimeters. No one in the world can guarantee that this kind of surgery will be completely successful!"
"As an apology, Mr. Shimada said that we will discount the price this time!"
Shida said while tugging on his tie.
Jia Kui still refused to believe it and murmured: "But you said it, the operation is very likely to be successful!"
"I'm sorry, the preoperative diagnosis was wrong. The conditions here are too bad!" Shida was neither humble nor arrogant, without any guilt at all.
Jia Kui's face turned red and he wanted to get angry, but he didn't dare to vent his anger on him.
His eyes couldn't help but glance at Ye Lan, who was playing with his mobile phone, and he suddenly became angry.
"It's all your fault. If it weren't for you, how could the operation fail?"
With that said, he stepped forward and grabbed Ye Lan by the collar.
But Ye Lan just put away the phone calmly, "Now, can I take over?"
Jia Kui fisted his fist, "What do you mean?"
"The meaning is very simple. Since Mr. Shimada has failed, why not let me give it a try!"
Ye Lan glanced at the time on her phone and spoke calmly.
"You have 10 minutes to think about it!"
Jia Kui was stunned. Although he didn't understand medicine, he also knew that brain death meant medical death.
"Can you save it?"
Ye Lan pushed his hand away and straightened his collar, "One hundred million!"
"Can one hundred million save my father?" Jia Kui asked in disbelief.
"Give it a try, maybe it can work!" Ye Lan said nonchalantly.
Jia Kui was moved.
Not to mention 100 million, as long as he can save his father, he will accept 1 billion!
But Shida next to him chuckled.
"I'm sorry, I just can't help it!"
"Brain death can be revived. This is the first time I've heard of it. I'm really sorry!"
"There seems to be a profession called cross talk here. Is this gentleman a cross talk artist?"
Ye Lan disagreed, but Jia Kui seemed to wake up.
Angrily, she grabbed him by the collar again.
"It's already here, and you still want to cheat me out of money?"
"I tell you, you are finished! The Second Hospital is finished! Someone must be responsible for my father's death!"
Professor Chen, who came with a letter of responsibility, saw this scene and rushed forward immediately.
"Mr. Jia, please be careful about your words and deeds. This operation has nothing to do with us!"
"The person died in your second hospital, and you all have to take responsibility! I said so!"
Jia Kui shouted hysterically.
As he said that, he waved his hand to the many bodyguards and said, "Hit me! If you beat me to death, it's mine!"
The situation is about to get out of control.
At this moment, the chubby Dean Gao finally rushed over.
"stop!"
