Chapter 7 — After I Resigned, The Whole Hospital Was Paralyzed

The famous expert who was flattered by Liu Zhenhua for several days finally went to the hospital. The Department of Surgery also organized a solemn reception. Liu Zhenhua personally accompanied. Sending that person off to the operating room is like seeing off a savior. The first surgery selected is the previous backlog. A giant retroperitoneal tumor resection. And what a coincidence. The surgical plan for this case was also developed by me. The tumor wrapped tightly around the abdominal aorta and inferior vena cava. Just a small mistake. The patient will bleed massively right on the operating table. The plan I proposed at that time was: Vascular intervention first. Blockage of the main blood supply arteries to the tumor. Then proceed with dissection. That is the safest option. Also a second layer of insurance for patients. Not long after. Tieu Vuong secretly sent me a message.

"The new expert's name is Cao Chi Cuong."

"After looking at the CT scan, he said there was absolutely no need for intervention."

"Can be removed directly."

Tieu Vuong sent another message.

"He also said that your plan is just showing off your technique."

"Waste of time and medical resources."

"And Principal Liu stood next to him and continued to chime in."

"Says that Director Cao has a lot of experience."

"Just one look and you can see the nature of the problem."

I finished reading. Just answer in two words. Two hours later. My phone rings like it's asking for help. It's the Little King. Just picked up the phone. I heard him gasp in panic.

"Something happened!"

"Exactly what you predicted!"

"While removing the tumor..."

"The inferior vena cava is torn!"

"The bleeding is completely unstoppable!"

"There's blood on the operating table!"

"Cao Chi Cuong is also panicking!"

"He was using gauze to compress the laceration, but his hands were shaking uncontrollably!"

"Director Liu..."

"He fainted on the spot!"

I slowly took a deep breath. This moment. It's finally arrived.

"Little King."

"Listen carefully."

"Use a large vena cava clamp."

"Clamps block blood flow at both ends of the tear."

"Then use Prolene 4-0 suture."

"Continuous stitching."

The other end of the line immediately became choked.

"But no one dares to do it..."

I said coldly:

"So I tell them."

"Do as I say."

"There's still a chance to live."

"If you don't do it."

"The patient will definitely die."

I stopped for a beat. Then say each word clearly:

"If something happens."

"I'm Tran Hy."

"Alone is responsible."

My voice through Tieu Vuong's phone echoed throughout the chaotic operating room. That moment. Even though I wasn't present at the scene. But I am the one who holds the power to decide life and death in that room. Inside the operating room. The atmosphere fell into absolute silence. Those few seconds felt as long as a century. Then, Ms. Ngo's decisive voice rang out from the other end of the phone.

"Do as Dr. Tran says!"

"Tieu Truong, prepare to clamp the vena cava!"

"Tieu Ly, just Prolene, hurry up!"

In the blink of an eye. The operating room, which was in chaos like a broken bee's nest, suddenly regained order. I didn't hang up. Just sitting there quietly. Like an invisible commander standing outside the battlefield. Through the phone, I clearly heard the sound of metal tools colliding. The sound of the monitor continuously emits warnings. The sound of each person's tense breathing in the operating room.

"Clip Have you put it in yet?"

"How's your blood pressure?"

"It's okay!"

"Doctor Tran, your blood pressure is up!"

"Eighty!"

I immediately said:

"Start sewing."

"Tell the guy with the knife."

"Hands must be steady."

"The distance between stitches should be even."

"Absolutely do not stretch the vessel walls."

Right at that moment. Cao Chi Cuong's voice rang out for the first time. No more arrogance from before. Only panic remained after just crossing the boundary of life and death.

"I can't sew..."

"My hands are shaking..."

The expert was seen by Liu Zhenhua as a savior. Now it has completely collapsed. Ms. Ngo's voice sounded full of contempt. Then she turned to someone else.

"Director Vuong!"

Chairman Vuong of the Department of General Surgery. A very skilled doctor. It's just that I've always lived in my shadow for many years.

"Let me try."

I continue to give instructions step by step. The voice was strangely calm.

"The needle penetration point is two millimeters from the edge of the tear."

"Stay the same."

"Thread pulling force must be even."

"Don't be too strong."

"If not, the vessel wall will tear further."

"Just keep that pace."

Time passes minute by second.