Surgery Godfather-Chapter 579 - 527 Radish Head

This is the epitome of a surgeon!

This level of proficiency gives the impression of having conducted tens of thousands of similar surgeries.

Just now, Dr. Zhou observed carefully that every injury was treated not only with extreme skill but also leaving no stone unturned.

Dr. Zhou can’t help but admire Professor Yang Ping. His superb medical skills far exceeded his knowledge, giving him an inaccessible feeling.

On the battlefield, it is unknown how many lives such techniques could save.

The head of the emergency department vacated a ward for observation, the best condition they could offer Chen Dashun in the crowded emergency department.

The limited number of beds in the ICU are in high demand. Even if they could find a bed, there are no extra equipment or manpower.

Everyone worked together to transfer Chen Dashun over to the bed, and this time, his blood oxygen level showed no fluctuation.

This indicated that the blood perfusion of the entire body had improved, and there was no situation where a slight increase in oxygen consumption could not keep up with the blood oxygen level.

The complete bleeding stoppage in the body, supplemented with a large amount of fresh blood, blood transfusion, and blood loss entered a balanced state. This balance is the basic condition for the survival of trauma patients. freёwebnoѵel.com

"Professor Yang, how is my brother doing now?"

Although Ershun had calmed down a lot, he was still anxious.

Ershun was a retired special forces soldier. He had undergone the most brutal training and was psychologically strong. However, his brother was too important to him, which is why he was a little out of control.

Professor Yang Ping rather confidently said: "Postoperative patients have to face several difficulties: infection, ischemia-reperfusion injury, systemic inflammatory response syndrome, among others. Each difficulty needs to be overcome in turn, but don’t worry. I will follow up with him until he is out of the danger period."

The postoperative treatment and care of such patients are very important. If not kept up with, it can easily discard all the previous efforts.

Upon hearing these words, Ershun didn’t know what to say. He held Professor Yang’s hand tightly, saying:

"Professor Yang, thank you, for this great kindness. My brother and I will remember it for our entire lives."

He knew that the life his brother led now was given by Professor Yang.

Yang Ping patted his shoulder: "Don’t say that. It’s my duty. Let’s observe for a few more minutes before transferring him to the observation ward."

"Dr. Zhou, do you need help with any operations here?" Yang Ping turned around and asked Dr. Zhou.

If there is a need for help, Yang Ping plans to complete the surgery together, as there is nothing more valuable than saving a life.

Dr. Zhou thought for a while and said, "There is nothing to help with for now. Professor Yang, could I get your phone number or WeChat? Sometimes when I encounter a problem, I could ask for your advice."

"Add me on WeChat. It’s more convenient that way,"

Without any hesitation, Yang Ping immediately took out his phone and allowed him to scan the QR code for WeChat.

This deeply moved Dr. Zhou. This young man didn’t show off, and communication was very smooth and straightforward.

Chen Dashun was transferred to the observation ward of the emergency department. The monitoring facilities here were very limited with only one electrocardiogram machine.

Yang Ping and Dr. Zhou, along with two nurses, waited in the ward, while Manager Qiu and Chen Ershun stood in the corridor outside the ward. The head of the emergency department gave them two plastic stools.

"Why hasn’t there been any news from the aircraft," Manager Qiu checked his watch. According to the time, the plane should have arrived.

He worried that once the airspace was closed, or the airport was attacked, the plane wouldn’t be able to arrive.

Manager Qiu couldn’t help but make a call to the person in charge on the other end.

The aircraft was chartered from an American insurance company. There were only a few available medical aircraft in the vicinity, but this insurance company had the most. Knowing that Manager Qiu was in urgent need, they raised the price to five times their usual rate.

To save people, Manager Qiu didn’t hesitate. Five times it was, as long as they could get here as soon as possible and take the people away.

After the call, Manager Qiu looked very upset. Ershun felt something was wrong and asked, "Manager Qiu, what happened?"

Manager Qiu composed himself and said: "Damn, the plane landed in Zufar, Oman. They refuse to come here and are insisting that we send the person over instead!"

Zufar is a province in Oman, bordering Yemen.

"Didn’t they agree to come to Aden?" Ershun anxious.

"They fear being mistakenly hit mid-flight and are only willing to stay at the closest airport to Yemen in Amman, Oman, to have us send our patient over." Manager Qiu was extremely angry, his teeth almost chattering in his mouth.

However, now is not the time to hold them accountable. The most important thing now is to get Dashun sent out.

"We paid five times the price, and we also prepaid half of the deposit in advance. They totally lack a contractual spirit. Once they say they won’t come, they simply don’t come?" Ershun wished he could swear at those people.

"Contractual spirit? You really think they have a true contractual spirit? If you break the contract, they will talk about contractual spirit with you. If they break the contract, they will talk with you about the supremacy of life, of course, the supremacy of their own lives. Even the US military has withdrawn. Do you still expect a private company to be responsible?"

Manager Qiu knew these people were unreliable, but he had no other options. This was the only available aircraft, and he didn’t expect them to be this unreliable.

"Are there any other common planes available we could call for?" Yang Ping heard their conversation and came out of the ward to ask.

"It’s very difficult. Now the planes are either afraid to come, or they are hired at high prices for evacuation. Let me think of something else." Manager Qiu felt sorry that he hadn’t managed this.

The plane that flew Yang Ping over from Saudi Arabia dared not stay in Aden at all and immediately flew back to Saudi Arabia.

Yang Ping suggested that a regular plane would suffice.

Previously, because of the severity of the injury, there were no medical aircraft, and normal planes would have been very risky. Now that the surgery had been completed and the patient’s condition had improved significantly, even ordinary planes or, possibly helicopters, carrying some necessary medical supplies plus Yang Ping’s presence on board, the risk would be much lower, it wouldn’t be completely unworkable.

Transfer is definite as under these medical conditions, Dashun cannot survive the several postoperative life-and-death junctures.

It’s not realistic to expect to be able to transfer patients back to China under these circumstances.

He can only be transferred to neighboring countries, among which Saudi Arabia has the best medical level, so he must be transferred to Saudi Arabia.

"If not, find a helicopter to send him to Zufar in Oman, then use their flight to transport him to Saudi Arabia."

Yang Ping thought that Zufar, Oman should not be too far away, perhaps a distance of about five to six hundred kilometers, which is similar to the distance within a province in China. If all else fails, an ambulance could be arranged to transport the patient there. As a last resort, even a truck could be considered.

However, such measures would come with extreme risks.

No matter how high the risk is, they definitely couldn’t stay here. If chaos breaks out causing a shortage of medical supplies, all the surgeries done would be for naught.

"Helicopters are not safe; several have been shot down these days. I’ll find a way. Professor Yang, thank you for your efforts," Manager Qiu, a tough man, said. He didn’t have any good solutions at the moment. All available resources have been deployed by the embassy.

Besides ensuring the safety of Chinese enterprises in Aden and its surrounding areas, his tasks also included assisting in the search for Chinese nationals stuck in the war zone. Some even needed to be picked up and transported to Aden.

Now that Yang Ping had completed Dashun’s surgery, the issue was stuck at arranging an evacuation flight. Manager Qiu felt extremely guilty about this.

There were only two options at present. The first, keep waiting for a commercial plane from either Amman or Saudi Arabia. But the timing was uncertain which could easily lead to undesirable outcomes.

The second option was to transport Dashun by car to Zufar, Oman, which would take seven to eight hours, including a trip across the desert.

There was also a third option - Manager Qiu shook his head, right now, it wasn’t feasible.

Manager Qiu took a moment to gather his thoughts again, there are always more solutions than problems, sometimes the best solution just isn’t immediately apparent.

"If we have no other choice but to use a car for the transport, let’s get a refrigerator, prepare more blood bags and store them in the fridge. Then, bring extra oxygen and saline solution. I have brought a lot of emergency medical supplies in my luggage, we can pack them all in the car," Yang Ping suggested as a fallback plan to Manager Qiu.

Using a car to transport the patient would be the slowest option with the highest risk, but it’s also the easiest to implement.

This approach should only be used as a last resort.

In the current situation, if only there were a medevac aircraft. If there was one, Dashun’s condition would be much more stable. Otherwise, accidents might occur on the road.

Manager Qiu started making phone calls, trying to arrange an aircraft using all available resources.

Yang Ping returned to the ward to look after Chen Dashun, awaiting good news from him.

He checked the patient’s vital signs every few minutes, tested pupil reflexes, and observed conditions of the heart, lungs, abdomen, and peripheral circulation.

Without the support of advanced equipment, one could only rely on their own attentiveness to detect and solve problems in a timely manner.

At that moment, Yang Ping’s phone buzzed.

"Professor, it’s Robert. Which hospital are you in, in Aden? I’m at the international airport now,"

Ever since the restaurant owner in Jixin Garden started calling him "Professor Yang," Robert believed he had found the most fitting title for Yang Ping.

Robert?

How on earth did he get here?

"Li Zehui and Dodge are here too!"

Robert seemed very excited.

"I’m at the Aden Republic Hospital, in the observation ward of the Emergency Department. How did you guys get here?"

Yang Ping looked out the window. There seemed to be a heightened frequency in the exchange of fire. There were rumors that the area would soon be under siege; surely Robert hadn’t chartered a private plane here too?

"Professor, didn’t you tell us to set up an ICU ward to receive your patient? We’ve done that. We’re worried you might have trouble transporting the patient, hence we took a medevac aircraft directly here. I can see the explosions from afar. It’s quite electrifying-"

Even though Robert sounded like he was on holiday, Yang Ping nearly cursed. Upon hearing the mention of a medevac aircraft, his eyes lit up instantaneously. He couldn’t have heard wrong, could he?

"Can you say that again? What kind of aircraft did you just say you brought over?" Yang Ping pressed for confirmation.

Robert replied, stressing each word: "Medevac aircraft! Yiliaofeiji!"

Worried that his Chinese wasn’t good enough, he painstakingly pronounced the word phonetically as well.

"Radish Head, you are brilliant! Quickly, hurry over to the Aden Republic Hospital. I’ll be waiting for you here," Yang Ping was so delighted he almost jumped for joy.

Asking for what you need and getting it. Brilliant!

"Professor, did you just call me Radish Head?" Robert’s excited voice got even more worked up.

’Radish Head’ was a nickname Zhang Lin gave Robert. Zhang Lin had told Robert that it was his new and friendly nickname at Sanbo Hospital.

Robert really liked the nickname, but Yang Ping had never called him that, always referring to him as Robert.

This was an indication, it suggested that Robert’s relationship with Yang Ping was not as close as he would like. In China, close acquaintances were rarely addressed by their name, it was usually a nickname of some sort.

Now that Yang Ping was calling him by his nickname, it signified an elevation in their rapport, an acknowledgment of Robert’s place within his circle.

How could this not excite Robert?

Yang Ping hung up the phone. If Robert really brought a medevac aircraft, that was a major relief and Dashun’s condition would likely then stabilize.

The arrangements for an aircraft had not yet been confirmed on Manager Qiu’s end.

Yang Ping received a new message on WeChat.

It was a video from Robert with footage of a medevac aircraft that was parked on the runway. It was a beautiful sight.

Could it be that the guy arrived not long after Yang Ping left?

Another call came from Robert:

"Professor, I’m on my way to the hospital now, I’ll be there soon. Did you just call me Radish Head?"

Considering his limited Chinese, the word ’Robert’ sounded rather close to ’Radish Head.’ It’s a big deal, so he had to clarify.