"You can just think that this is the middle approach method for internal jugular vein cannulation." Wu Xiangdong smiled and did not explain any more. After all, this method was only gained through extensive practice in the 21st century. In the textbooks at that time,

This method of catheter placement has not been mentioned yet.

"Then let me try." Wan Zhihua felt a little uneasy because he had never used this method before, but out of trust in Wu Xiangdong, he still turned the steel needle and pierced it toward the top of the triangle area.

"It's okay, don't be too nervous, I'm watching from the side." Wu Xiangdong's eyes were fixed on the operation in Wan Zhihua's hands. This was not because he doubted his skills, but more out of safety considerations.

At this time, Wu Xiangdong was standing nearby. Wan Zhihua felt confident instantly. He held the steel needle and inserted it along the puncture point. After a while, he felt the steel needle puncture the blood vessel on his fingers, which made him take a deep breath.

Take a breath, then connect the needle and slowly draw blood back.

Suddenly, a stream of dark red blood flowed out along the lumen of the tube, which made Wan Zhihua's eyes light up. After all, compared with the bright red blood just now, the color of the blood in this tube was obviously much darker.

"It's venous blood, that's right." Wu Xiangdong, who had been paying attention to his puncture, recognized its composition the moment he saw the blood.

"It's amazing, it's amazing." At this time, Wan Zhihua was so excited that even the hand holding the needle was shaking. He didn't expect that he had tried the internal jugular vein puncture twice and failed, but Wu Xiangdong's few words actually

It was successful the next time.

"Hurry, put the tube in quickly and use the vasoactive drugs, so that my operation can proceed normally." When Wang Jia on the side saw that the puncture was successful, a hint of excitement flashed in her eyes, and she hurriedly urged

Wan Zhihua put it aside, it seemed that the scalpel on the operating table could not wait to show off its skills.

"No problem, let's fix the catheter." Without saying a word, Wan Zhihua pressed the needle of the steel needle with his left hand, pulled out the needle core directly with his right hand, and then introduced the nearly half-meter-long steel wire on the operating table into the steel needle.

Then he took out the deep venous catheter and inserted it into the vein along the steel wire. Then he pressed the catheter with his fingers, pulled back the steel wire, and closed the clamp embedded in the catheter at the moment the blood poured out of the catheter.

Such a case of internal jugular vein catheterization was basically completed. He also expanded the patient's subcutaneous tissue. After the entire catheter was inserted, he used a syringe filled with heparin saline to pass through the entire deep vein catheter to ensure the smoothness of the pipeline.

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"It is safer to put a needle on the tube after finally placing it." Wan Zhihua said to himself. He was afraid that the deep venous catheter would accidentally come out later, so he needed a needle and thread to insert it into the patient near the deep vein.

A stitch of outer skin was sewn to secure the catheter.

He looked at the solid internal jugular vein catheter and finally breathed a sigh of relief. He turned to look at Wang Jia and said, "Okay, just use whatever medicine you want. I promise there will be no problems."

"That's what I've been waiting for." Wang Jia had been waiting for a while. When he saw that the catheter was in place, he immediately put on surgical clothes and prepared to operate on the patient.

As the vasoactive drugs began to take effect, the patient's physical signs were stable. Even during the operation, there was no vagus nerve excitement. The rest was left to professionals.

In the field of obstetrics and gynecology, Wang Jia's skills were naturally unparalleled. Regardless of the techniques or operations, they were considered top-notch at the time. The operation performed by her quickly reached the final stage.

Looking at the patient's blood pressure and heart rate, Wu Xiangdong knew that there was no need to stay in the operating room at this time. He said hello to Wang Jia and Wan Zhihua on the stage and exited the operating room.

He glanced at the time hanging on the wall. It was already late at night, and his hungry stomach was already full. Wu Xiangdong showed a wry smile. In their line of work, they seemed to have three normal meals a day.

A kind of extravagant wish.

Wu Xiangdong shook his head. He walked along the corridor to the door of the operating room, pressed the switch hanging on the wall, and prepared to leave the operating room.

At this time, there were dense footsteps behind me, followed by a sharp voice: "Get out of the way, didn't you see the patient number?"

It was Song Chao who was speaking in Room 5. He lowered his head and looked ugly. When he looked up, he realized that it was Wu Xiangdong who was blocking the way, and there was a trace of panic in his eyes.

It seems that Wu Xiangdong, the surgeon, left a huge psychological shadow on him when he went on stage for surgery. After all, he was scolded by Wu Xiangdong in front of all the backbones of the department. No one wants to have such an experience again.

However, Wu Xiangdong didn't care about him at this time. After all, the patient's safety was the most important. He moved slightly and moved his hands behind his back to get out of the way.

"Thank you, Doctor Wu." The person who spoke was not Song Chao, but other colleagues who came for the surgery. Each of them was grateful, and their eyes were full of admiration and admiration.

If Wu Xiangdong hadn't come to the rescue temporarily, the operation would probably have been aborted. Even if the patient was lucky enough to be suspended with medication, they would probably have cramps in their calves by the time experts from the provincial capital arrived.

Although it is late at night, they still have a few hours of rest as long as they send the patient back to the ward. This is undoubtedly the happiest time for them.

"It's okay, you're so polite." Seeing their heartfelt thanks, Wu Xiangdong smiled, but turned his attention to Song Chao: "Since the patient has left the room, why didn't Director Zhao come over?"

Facing the inquiry, Song Chao instinctively shrank his neck. After seeing Wu Xiangdong's power, he began to feel guilty: "The director is writing medical records in the back, and he asked us to leave first."

"Oh." Hearing this, Wu Xiangdong raised his eyebrows and started writing medical records. I guess Zhao Guoqiang was changing the medical records. After all, such an intestinal obstruction surgery ended up looking like this. He must have a guilty conscience and was afraid that his family would come to make trouble.

After figuring it out, Wu Xiangdong stopped asking. Song Chao, relieved, immediately pushed the hospital bed and ran away like a mouse crossing the street.

As they left in the elevator, Wu Xiangdong also pressed the elevator button. While he was waiting for the elevator to go up, he heard the sound of rapid climbing coming from the stairs next to him.

With a bang, the metal door next to the operating room on the fifth floor was knocked open, and a man ran in in a panic.

He was breathing heavily, beads of sweat were falling from his forehead, and his chest was rising and falling violently. It took him a long time to calm down a little.

The man raised his head and happened to find Wu Xiangdong in a white coat looking at him. He immediately stepped forward and asked anxiously: "Doctor, did you see my father come out of it?"

"Your father?" Wu Xiangdong frowned. He looked carefully at the man in front of him. He looked to be in his thirties, but his angular face seemed familiar to Wu Xiangdong, so he asked: "Who are you, Zhao Guoqiang?"

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Chapter completed!