Chapter 421 - 269: Zhengchu Wang

Chapter 421: Chapter 269: Zhengchu Wang

Wang Zhengchu rushed to Affiliated Hospital No. 1, pushing the door open with Luo Chongshan in tow.

With his usual scowl and brisk pace, he startled the young nurses in the hallway, leaving them wide-eyed.

He found Yang Xu in the Vice Dean’s office.

Wang Zhengchu said grimly, "Vice Dean Yang."

Yang Xu chuckled, thinking, ’When will I ever hear that title and not want to laugh?’

Still, he was a little surprised to see Wang Zhengchu.

Yang Xu asked, "What’s wrong, Old Wang? Aren’t you working today?"

Wang Zhengchu shook his head. "I’m too worked up to work! I need to have a talk with Jiang He right now!"

Yang Xu murmured, "Oh?"

Wang Zhengchu demanded, "Where is that kid? I have to ask him what in the world he’s thinking! Is he trying to perform another medical miracle? A total laparoscopic spleen-preserving distal pancreatectomy on a patient with rupture, hemorrhage, *and* a hematoma? Dean Yang, has Affiliated Hospital No. 1 gotten this lax with approving surgical plans?"

Yang Xu scratched his head and recited a classic line Jiang He had once told him in private: "...I know you’re anxious, but try not to be. You definitely won’t find Jiang He right now. He’s in the operating room."

Wang Zhengchu: "??"

He was numb with shock. "He’s already starting?"

Yang Xu nodded. "Let’s bounce. I’ll take you to see."

Wang Zhengchu replied, "Fine by me! I’d like to see that!"

Joking aside, you don’t mess around when it comes to surgery.

On the way over, Wang Zhengchu had already run through this surgery in his mind countless times.

It was like Doctor Strange calculating fourteen million possible outcomes.

And no matter how he calculated it, there was only one result: No way!

’It’s definitely not going to work!’

’The blood would cause inflammation, and the surrounding organs would be severely adhered.’

’With the pathetic field of view from a laparoscope, what the hell can you even do?’

’I really don’t get what Jiang He is thinking!’

’He’s gotten so lost in his own surgical skills he can’t see straight!’

As they walked, Wang Zhengchu frowned and said to Yang Xu, "Is there blood ready? You need to be prepared to convert to open surgery for an emergency rescue."

Yang Xu said, "Don’t worry. Jiang He already thought of that. We’re fully prepared."

Wang Zhengchu nodded.

’That’s more like it,’ he thought.

However, he still said, "Even Jiang He won’t be able to get past the splenic vein separation."

「Inside the operating room.」

Jiang He had just finished scrubbing in and walked into the operating theater, holding his hands up.

Chen Jing helped him into a sterile surgical gown and gloves.

Lin Peidong reported, "Director Jiang, general anesthesia is effective, tracheal intubation is complete, and vitals are stable. As you instructed, we have four units of red blood cells and four hundred milliliters of plasma ready for volume expansion at any time."

Jiang He nodded and moved to the surgeon’s position. "Let’s begin."

For this surgery, Old Liang was on camera, and Meng Shiyu was the first assistant.

Laparoscopy.

Jiang He was extremely familiar with it.

In a later era, minimally invasive surgery became increasingly popular. The goal was always to reduce patient trauma as much as possible—an inevitable part of medical progress.

Therefore, mastering laparoscopic techniques was a required course for any top-tier surgeon.

Returning with 20 years of advanced surgical experience was, frankly, a dimensional takedown.

And in this respect, Jiang He didn’t even need to make excuses for himself.

’For academic papers, you definitely need excuses. Otherwise, you can’t explain where you got your data.’

’But with something like surgery, if I can do it, I can do it. So what? You got a problem with that?’

’Too bad if you don’t like it. Just suck it up~’

Veress needle.

Jiang He took it.

He made a small incision below the patient’s navel.

Puncture, insufflation.

After establishing pneumoperitoneum, four trocars were inserted into the abdominal wall in a fan-shaped pattern.

The monitor screen lit up.

The view inside the abdominal cavity appeared.

The observation room was crowded.

It wasn’t just Wang Zhengchu who had rushed over; several off-duty associate directors from general surgery and Vice Dean Zhang Sui had all come as well.

Everyone wanted to see how Jiang He was going to handle it.

Just as Wang Zhengchu had predicted, the situation inside the abdominal cavity was terrible.

Due to the ruptured and bleeding tumor, there was significant blood accumulation in the omental bursa.

The gastrocolic ligament and pancreas were propped up by the hematoma, and the surrounding tissue showed inflammatory exudate, making it a muddy mess.

The field of view was too poor. It would be difficult to operate!

This was the judgment every doctor in the room made internally.

Faced with this kind of view, most surgeons would have chosen to give up. Converting to an open procedure was the proper path.

But Jiang He, unhurried, took the ultrasonic scalpel and pressed the foot pedal.

BZZZT—

A light mist rose.

The ultrasonic scalpel moved along the lateral side of the gastroepiploic vascular arch, dissecting the gastrocolic ligament.

Liang Shaojun’s hair was standing on end.

’Damn, so fast!’

Holding the scope, his hand almost trembled.

’First time operating with Jiang He. The rumors are true—the pressure is immense.’

A saying became popular in a later era: When you think you’re under a lot of pressure, just take a look at Montiel in the World Cup final.

Although it wasn’t that dramatic, he was still genuinely nervous.

’Don’t mess up, don’t mess up, don’t mess up...’

In the face of Jiang He’s top-tier performance, Liang Shaojun, an excellent attending physician in his own right, was instantly reduced to a student hoping just to not make a mistake.

Jiang He said calmly, "Old Liang, camera down fifteen degrees. Focus on the inferior border of the pancreas."

Liang Shaojun: "Yes, sir!"

He quickly adjusted the angle, afraid he’d get chewed out for being even a fraction of a second too slow.

In reality, Jiang He wasn’t fierce at all.

Unless you made an absolutely unforgivable mistake like Xu Chen once did, he normally wouldn’t lose his temper.

But you know how it is. The sheer presence of a master is enough to affect others, even when he’s perfectly calm.

It was just like Conqueror’s Haki...

Jiang He lifted the transverse mesocolon.

The ultrasonic scalpel went to work again.

Meng Shiyu spoke up to remind him, "Chief, the tissue adhesion is severe. It’s all organized hematoma."

After all, he had assisted Jiang He in several surgeries, so he wasn’t as nervous as Old Liang.

He knew he still had to give reminders when necessary, fulfilling his duty as the first assistant.