Chapter 505 - 505 505 Exceeded the doctors expectations

Chapter 505: [505] Exceeded the doctor’s expectations Chapter 505: [505] Exceeded the doctor’s expectations “If I hadn’t locked the door—”

“We could have come in at any time and discovered his condition changing sooner, instead of waiting until now, when his condition has deteriorated this much.”

“There’s the monitor—”

“I’ve told you before, the monitor only tracks heart rate, blood pressure, and respiration; it can’t possibly monitor the condition of every organ in the body, especially the brain.”

The doctor was telling the truth. She had originally thought the young doctor was deceiving her. Weren’t monitors supposed to be powerful high-tech devices capable of predicting whether a patient would live or die? How could they not monitor the brain? Mrs. Guo cried out loudly, “What am I going to do if my husband dies?”

“Stop crying for a moment. Tell me, has he taken any medication?”

“How would I know if he’s taken anything in private?”

“Think carefully.”

The doctor asked the patient’s family to recall in detail because one of the common causes for such situations is the patient taking the wrong medication.

“I can’t remember. He does things without telling me,” Mrs. Guo said, kneeling on the floor, grasping Sun Yubo’s hand, “Doctor, please save my husband. I can’t live without him, I depend on him for everything.”

Of course, they were doing everything they could to save him. The two hepatobiliary surgeons re-examined the patient’s condition and determined that he appeared to be in a state between deep sleep and light coma—perhaps there was still a chance to save him? But the situation was very serious.

“Should we transfer him to the Hepatobiliary Surgery Department immediately?” Sun Yubo asked. The patient’s current condition was no longer within the realm of General Surgery Department Two, and it would be best if he could be transferred to the Hepatobiliary Surgery Department for specialized treatment.

“If he were transferred to our department, he would need to be admitted to the monitoring ward, otherwise he should be moved to the ICU,” He Guangyou said.

The Hepatobiliary Surgery Department had a small ICU ward, but it could not compare with the ICU and the cardiothoracic specialized area in terms of the number of beds—it only had a total of five beds. Those five beds were definitely always occupied. Now, to free up a bed, the doctors had to consider the conditions of other patients. Similarly, the ICU could, if necessary, allow hepatobiliary surgeons to perform artificial liver procedures on patients—were there any beds available?

As the resident in charge, Huang Zhilei called the ICU to inquire about bed availability. They asked the patient’s family to calm down a bit and called the nurses in to start an IV for the patient. A group of doctors left to avoid further upsetting the family. Many subsequent medical procedures needed to continue.

“You need to notify Director Shen immediately,” Tao Zhijie suddenly said in a heavy voice, giving orders to Sun Yubo.

The patient’s condition had worsened rapidly overnight, clearly beyond what the daytime doctors had anticipated, and the family was not in a stable mental state. Taking all of this into account, the patient’s primary doctor had to be informed.

Upon receiving the instructions, Sun Yubo stepped out into the hallway, scratching his head as he first called Teacher Shixu to report the situation.

Actually, they had originally planned to just ask for a consultation from the Hepatobiliary Surgery Department but had not anticipated the patient’s condition deteriorating so rapidly, progressing to deep sleep and light coma.

The patient’s condition was not looking good. The progression was too fast. A large number of liver cells were likely damaged. If the cause couldn’t be found, his life would be hard to save, as the big Buddha of the Hepatobiliary Surgery Department had said.

Life and death for a person can really hinge on the blink of an eye. Xie Wanying’s expression was solemn as she remembered meeting Xiao Zhang’s mother on the first day of clinical practice. “Was it you who noticed it, Yingying?”

Hearing the voice, Xie Wanying turned her head and said, “Senior Tao, this definitely wasn’t something I determined on my own.”