Chapter 466: Chapter 465: Go For It
The patient sent over from the PLA General Hospital was a fifty-five-year-old man with a highly complex, late-stage tumor at the base of his skull.
As for his specific identity, Yan Feifan only knew that he was an active-duty soldier. The file they had sent over didnât provide any further details.
The man was placed in the Little Red House.
Shortly after three-thirty in the afternoon, Yan Feifan arrived at the manâs room in the Little Red House, only to find two soldiers standing guard outside the door.
These two sharp-eyed guards must have been briefed, as they didnât stop or question Yan Feifan as he entered.
Upon entering the deluxe hospital suite, Yan Feifan saw Qin Feng, nine other unfamiliar medical personnel in white coats, and the patient lying on the bed.
Yan Feifanâs eyes were drawn to the vital signs displayed on the several monitors connected to the patient.
The numbers made Yan Feifanâs eyes go wide.
âHoly shit, the patientâs intracranial pressure is past the critical level.â
âAt this level, he could suffer a brain herniation at any second.â
Brain herniation occurs when a space-occupying lesion, such as a tumor, causes a pressure gradient to form between intracranial compartments. The pressure and displacement squeeze important structures like brain tissue, blood vessels, and nerves into physiological or pathological cavities within the brain, leading to severe symptoms.
Itâs a fatal complication of increased intracranial pressure. Once it starts, it progresses rapidly and is often life-threatening.
Yan Feifan looked at Qin Fengâs calm expression and couldnât help but ask, "The patientâs intracranial pressure is this high. How can you not be worried?"
Qin Feng met Yan Feifanâs gaze and said with a self-deprecating laugh, "His intracranial pressure has been this high for some time now."
"Thereâs no use in me panicking, so Iâve forced myself to stay calm."
"Fortunately, the patient is tough as nails. Between our medication and constant monitoring, he hasnât had a herniation yet."
Yan Feifan detected the resentment in the manâs voice. His expression darkened. "Mr. Qin, are you blaming me for not agreeing to your request at the time?"
The moment the words left his mouth, Qin Feng regretted them.
He was dissatisfied, yes, but he also knew one thing: the young man in front of him was indispensable. He needed to be placated, even flattered.
âI absolutely cannot afford to offend him just because I couldnât hold my tongue.â
âIf this kid gets stubborn on an impulse and just walks away, Iâll be the one in deep trouble.â
Qin Feng quickly changed his tune and apologized. "No, no, thatâs not it at all. I wasnât blaming you in the slightest. Iâm just frustrated with my own lack of skill."
"I know youâre always in surgery, Mr. Yan. For you, itâs not a question of whether to save someone, but who to save first."
As he said this, Qin Feng seemed to genuinely understand Yan Feifanâs position, and his tone became sincere.
"To be honest, I was being selfish and narrow-minded."
"I just always feel that my own patient is the most important, that they should have special priority."
"When it comes to life and death, there are no ranks or privileges."
Yan Feifan snorted. "If life were truly as equal as you say, you wouldnât be standing in front of me right now."
He glanced at the numbers on the monitors again. They looked like they were screaming for help.
He dropped the sarcastic tone and said, "Weâre doing the surgery now. Iâll notify the operating room in the Little Red House."
Yan Feifan then remembered something else. "Mr. Qin, a doctor from our hospital, Dr. Qiu Ge, was hoping to be your assistant or at least observe the surgery."
"What are your thoughts on that?"
Qin Feng shook his head, declining. "Mr. Yan, Iâm afraid Iâll have to apologize to Dr. Qiu."
"This time, I brought my entire team from the General Hospital."
"All pre-op, intra-op, and post-op dutiesâwith the sole exception of your part, Mr. Yanâwill be handled by me and my team."
Qin Feng added, "Perhaps next time."
"This particular patientâs identity is somewhat sensitive, so itâs not appropriate to have others involved."
Seeing him put it that way, Yan Feifan didnât press the issue.
He left the room and instructed the staff to get the neurosurgery OR in the Little Red House prepped as quickly as possible.
After that, Yan Feifan called Qiu Ge to tell her about Qin Fengâs refusal.
"Well, I guess Iâll wait for the next opportunity then. Besides, since youâve moved the surgery up so suddenly, I donât actually have time to observe anyway."
Qiu Ge replied, her disappointment evident over the phone. Then she changed the subject. "Mr. Yan, that youth whoâs about to take the middle school entrance examâhis vision has recovered somewhat after treatment from neurology."
"However, he still needs to wear glasses with a prescription of over a thousand degrees to see clearly after correction."
"I hope the Youth gets through the three-day entrance exam that starts tomorrow without any issues..."
Prepping for an emergency surgery was a common occurrence at the Affiliated Hospital.
Moreover, the Affiliated Hospital required all vacant operating rooms to be ready for activation within thirty minutes to handle any sudden, major emergencies.
Thanks to the coordinated efforts of all involved, the patient with the sensitive identity, brought in by Qin Feng, was wheeled into the operating room shortly before four in the afternoon.
Yan Feifan finished taking the biopsy sample from the brain tumor, running his tests, and completing the puncture injection. By the time he left the operating room, it was just ten minutes before six in the evening.
This meant he could get off work right on time.
Feng Jian drove Yan Feifan to pick up Yu Suye, and then they headed slowly toward the south gate of the Affiliated Hospital.
"Feifan, I performed a right knee joint repair in the trauma surgery department today."
Yu Suye said excitedly, "The patientâs right knee was an absolute mess."
"Apparently, some huge external force from a machine bent his knee forwardâthe wrong wayâby more than a hundred degrees."
"Just imagining it makes me cringe... It must have been so painful."
Yu Suye linked her arm with Yan Feifanâs and said, showing off, "I performed the surgery under Director Chenâs supervision."
"She told me I did a great job and that she feels confident letting me handle similar surgeries on my own from now on."
"Feifan, arenât I amazing?"
Yan Feifan smiled and gently tapped her on the nose.
"Very amazing. You even got Director Chenâs approval and praise."
He paused for a moment, then added, "Su Ye, since youâll be taking on more surgeries in the trauma department, you should drop your night shift this Friday."
Yu Suye obediently replied, "Okay!"
"This Saturday, Iâve scheduled a complex reconstructive surgery for a compound hand injury. I want you to be my assistant."
Yan Feifan added casually, "Itâll be a good chance for you to learn and see what a truly top-tier surgical performance looks like."
Yu Suye pouted at his words.
But she had no comeback; she couldnât argue with him.
The surgical skills Yan Feifan had demonstrated were, without a doubt, top-tier on both a national and international level.
That didnât stop her from giving his arm a light, forceful pinch.
"Hmph, youâre so petty. You just canât stand to see someone else be happy, can you..."
When the two of them returned to their apartment at Zuimo Court, they saw his sister on a video call with Tian Yu.
"Mr. Yan, Su Ye, come look! Mom and Dad made me tons of delicious food to cheer me on for my exams tomorrow."
Yan Feifan could see seven or eight dishes laid out on the dining table on the screen, and he could even hear the SIZZLE of something being stir-fried in a hot wok.
"Xiaoyu, the food looks great, but donât overeat. It wouldnât be worth it if you end up with a stomachache."
Yan Feifan reminded her, then added, "Xiaoyu, donât feel any pressure these next three days. Just do your best, like you always do."
Finally, in a rare show of encouragement, he added, "Xiaoyu, go get âem!"