Chapter 337 - 230: Another Trump Card

Chapter 337: Chapter 230: Another Trump Card

Weixing Petrochemical was a well-known organic chemical manufacturing company in Fan City.

Its product line included acrylic acid, methyl acrylate, ethyl acrylate, n-butyl acrylate, isooctyl acrylate, and other acrylic acids and esters, as well as polymers synthesized from the lactide, glycolide, and caprolactone families...

The person who had just been rushed in was their chief engineer, Liang Kangjun.

President Liang had a history of liver cancer and came to Fan City First Hospital for regular conservative treatment and check-ups.

Recently, thanks to the establishment of the Hepatic Tumor Surgery department and consultations with renowned provincial experts, President Liang had started a new treatment plan. The plan, led by Deputy Chief Physician Zhang Heng, utilized Sorafenib—the latest anti-tumor drug from the Pfizer Group—and the short-term results had been remarkable.

As his health improved, President Liang had increased his workload. His entire R&D team was at a critical juncture. The new product they were launching was one of the most promising bioabsorbable polymers on the market, both domestically and internationally: polymers and copolymers synthesized from the caprolactone family!

This material could be completely absorbed within the body, possessed excellent biocompatibility, and degraded at a controllable rate via hydrolysis, leaving behind only non-toxic, harmless byproducts.

Unexpectedly, however, over the past week President Liang had begun experiencing unstable angina, with the attacks becoming especially frequent in the last two days.

President Liang had suffered from angina before, but the episodes were usually relieved by rest and nitroglycerin tablets. Today, however, the pain had persisted for over an hour and was only getting worse.

He finally couldn’t bear the pain any longer. That was when his colleagues found him and immediately rushed him to the hospital.

After carefully examining the patient, Wu Ting ordered an ECG and an ultrasound. The diagnosis came back quickly: acute myocardial infarction!

He called the Cardiothoracic Surgery Department, but since it was nearly evening, the department’s chief physician couldn’t get there right away.

An attending physician from the Cardiothoracic Surgery Department arrived, but President Liang’s condition was critical.

After an angiogram, they confirmed a blockage of over 75% in the narrowed artery. He needed immediate cardiac stent surgery!

Cardiac stent surgery was an advanced procedure for treating arterial blockages. It was common in top-tier hospitals like those in Xiao City, but at City First Hospital—especially given that its Cardiothoracic Surgery Department wasn’t the strongest—none of the doctors other than the department director dared to perform the procedure independently.

The procedure involved puncturing a blood vessel, navigating to the opening of the coronary artery, and using a special delivery system to place the stent. It was a highly difficult operation, and the risks of any heart surgery went without saying.

When the engineers from Weixing Petrochemical heard that the head of cardiothoracic surgery couldn’t get there right away, they started to panic.

"What are we going to do? The successful launch of our new project depends on President Liang’s health. Nothing can happen to him."

"Exactly. President Liang is so dedicated, and he always looks out for us younger guys. He’s such a good man. He has to be okay."

Amidst the commotion, the attending physician from cardiothoracic surgery offered a hesitant suggestion.

"I can’t perform the stent surgery myself, but we can start with thrombolysis and medication to temporarily restore his heart function. Then, we’ll operate as soon as our director arrives."

Hearing the young doctor’s proposal, the Weixing Petrochemical engineers felt they had no other choice for the moment.

As they were discussing their options, President Liang’s face turned pale, and he went into shock.

A nurse called out anxiously.

"The patient’s condition has changed! It’s not looking good. He’s in shock and showing signs of heart failure. I’m afraid thrombolysis and medication alone won’t be enough anymore..."

The attending physician from cardiothoracic surgery called his director again. The director was already speeding over, but it was rush hour. It would be at least another ten minutes.

’What should I do?’

’I’ve assisted with stent surgeries before, but I’ve never been the lead surgeon.’

’The principle is simple: use a stent to prop open a blocked or nearly blocked vessel and clear the obstruction.’

’But placing the stent requires immense skill and a deep familiarity with the coronary artery’s structure. And even if you get it in and open the vessel, there’s no guarantee the area won’t narrow or block up again.’

’In President Liang’s condition, this severe... he might even need two stents. The difficulty would be exponentially higher.’

As the attending physician from cardiothoracic surgery agonized over the decision, a calm, composed voice cut through the tension.

"Get the patient to the emergency operating room for surgery. I’ll be the lead surgeon. Dr. Huang, you’ll assist me."

"I recently completed advanced training at Jinggang University Affiliated First Hospital. I’ve mastered the cardiac stent procedure."

Wu Ting possessed the skill [Cardiac Stent Surgery (Purple)], so he was more than capable of performing the surgery independently.

However, the stent procedure was just an emergency measure. It could quickly open the occluded vessel and restore heart function, but the subsequent treatment for the myocardial infarction would still require the director of cardiothoracic surgery.

Wu Ting hadn’t fully mastered the skills for that part of the treatment, which was why he had been observing from the sidelines until now.

Hearing that Wu Ting could perform the cardiac stent surgery, Dr. Huang’s expression instantly relaxed.

He had long heard that Deputy Chief Wu Ting of the Emergency Department repeatedly turned the tide in desperate situations. He had always thought there were elements of exaggeration and hype to those stories.