Chapter 129 126. Ordinary people under the attack of "dimensional reduction"

The cesarean section started at 11 noon, so fast that the clock hand had not passed 12 and was over.

The operation process was stuffed in less than an hour, which made many people feel extremely fulfilled and unsatisfied, so that tickets for each operation in the afternoon and even in the evening were bought out, and every venue was full.

Unfortunately, although they are all called "surgery", they make people drowsy and do not have the charm of a cesarean section at all.

After all, it is difficult for a principal surgery to take into account the three aspects of surgical operations, on-site decisions and vivid explanations, and finally ensure the successful completion of the operation. Moreover, the rareness of the operation is also an objective criterion of judgment, which is incomparable to others.

Kawei fully demonstrated his talent on the stage, confirmed his name as a "genius", and made those who question him completely shut up.

Looking at the history of Austrian celebrities, the last young man with such talent is probably the same as Mozart, who composed the music at the age of 5, toured at the age of 6, composed his first symphony at the age of 8, and became a court musician at the age of 16.

“Kavi~”

“Kavi~~”

“Kavi~~~”

The operation was over, and warm cheers rang out in the venue again. People shouted his name and witnessed the birth of medical milestones together.

There are not only friends, teachers, colleagues, opponents who are familiar with Kawei, but also many nobles who are always watching the excitement, wealthy businessmen who seek excitement, journalists from various newspapers, and a young surgeon standing in the corner watching the whole process silently.

He was wearing a pretty decent dark green coat, with a bow tie on the collar, and a trembling hat in his hand: "I must be dreaming that he actually did it! The cesarean section of the placenta previa was so beautiful, is it still safe for the mother and son to be safe? Is he really only 17 years old? It's so strong!!!"

Damirgaon repeatedly recalled his work in recent years and finally found a pretty satisfactory amputation surgery. He really couldn't bear to compare it with Kavi's previous operation.

He couldn't help but pour a sip of wine into his mouth: "How long does it take to practice to have such a technique."

Damirgaon knew very well that doctors in small clinics should have the courage to be ordinary. Small clinics can also cure diseases and save lives, while doctors in small clinics are also doctors. Thinking about unrealistic things will only make your mood worse.

But he was full of curiosity and yearning for surgical technology, and this contradiction cannot be erased by just a few simple hints.

As long as he has ambitions, the picture in front of him who has completed a cesarean section and received applause from the audience will always appear before him. But as long as he continues to stay in a small clinic, this picture will always be a private treasure of others and will never belong to him.

He was very enthusiastic about surgery. When he saw the newspaper report, he wanted to come and see this caesarean section that attracted the entire Vienna surgical community.

Money became the only reason that prevented him from entering the theater.

The ticket price for the last row was once hyped to 700 kroner last night, and the first row seat reached an astonishing 1,800 kroner, which was even higher than the VIP ticket price that just started. With Damilgaon's net worth, it must not be able to afford it, so no matter how enthusiastic the doctor in a clinic could not afford the ticket price.

Until someone stuffed a letter into the crack of his clinic. [1]

"I know my colleagues have many questions in their hearts." Seeing that the audience was about to step down and flock to the surgical area, Kawei quickly suggested, "If you ask a question, go to the small garden outside the theater and give Ms. Brenda and her children some time and space. The surgery is very physically consuming."

Damilgaon is also a master's degree from the University of Vienna School of Medicine. After reading such an operation, he couldn't have no doubts.

But he left silently, left the surgical theater without looking back, and found a carriage and went home.

This is not an escape, because instead of crowding people here to ask some irrelevant small questions, it is better to close the clinic early, sort out all the things you need, and report to the Municipal General Hospital as soon as possible.

At that time, you can ask whatever you want and learn as much as you want.

Greg, who also chose to leave, came here with Varella.

Unlike Varella, he came to the theater this time to see not only the development of the field of surgery, but also wanted to put aside his professional vision and see if Kavi could break through his limits.

At the same age of 17, Kavi seems to have reached the pinnacle of the surgical world, and he has just entered the Vienna Daily as an intern reporter. He seems to be competing with his seniors and may win at any time, but Greg is very clear. He is just a chess piece to check and balance Varella in the editor's hand.

The emergency report of the last cesarean section did not bring any substantial rewards to Greg.

The salary has not increased, the job has not been reduced, and the status is still at the bottom.

The daily surgical page is not big. It has been Varella's single column over the years. It seems that the back waves were slapped on the beach, but in fact it was an egg knocking stones. Whether or not they could complete the internship and become a regular employee is a problem.

Greg stood in the corner like Damilgaon. Although the ticket money could be reimbursed by the newspaper, he still knew that he had chosen the cheapest seat.

He was wearing a black formal outfit, a soft hat on his head, a telescope in one hand and a pen in the other hoped to capture the details of Kavi's surgery with simple words.

But his surgical knowledge is really thin, and Kawei's hand speed is amazingly fast, so he can't even see the process clearly, so he can't understand, record, and even raise constructive questions.

In the end, his manuscript was just a superficial news report, and it was impossible to compare with Varella's professionalism [2]. But Greg didn't feel that he had a waste of time, and the ticket price of 500+ kronor was also worth it.

Some things are connected, and Carvey's success also brought some confidence to Greg.

The surgical bar is not a place he should stay at, and it is just a waste of time to stay here. He is ready to be transferred from his post. If the editor does not agree, he can only change to another newspaper.

"The coachman, go to the Daily Newspaper."

Just before Greg and Damilgaon left, a young man actually chose to leave.

He has always sat on the right seat on the second row of the audience seat, with Ignaz and Watman on the left, and Lockard and Olgi, who had just recovered from his body. Hills came here to understand the mystery in his heart and see if Kavi had the ability to have a cesarean section.

Although in Orgi's belly, he already understood Kavi's technical ability, whether it is hemostasis to stop bleeding in the abdominal cavity, it is still difficult to get one to two steps in placenta previa.

Facts have proved that Kawei's cesarean section has long exceeded the scope of understanding of normal people. Even surgeons like him with certain surgical experience cannot keep up with the rhythm. There are no more than five people in the field who can truly understand the whole process.

That's why he left.

Because Hills knew it was meaningless to squeeze into the crowd and ask questions.

With this time, it is better to go home and take out the abdominal anatomy book and read it carefully. After two days, I will take Locard to dissect several corpses, and then follow the content I just recorded and do some thoughts and reviews on the details of the surgery. [3]

It is said that being a surgical assistant is a shortcut to learning surgery, but Hills doesn't think so.

His surgical philosophy has changed since the day he left the Municipal General Hospital. Now he feels very good to take the stage to take the lead in person, so there is no need to return to the frustrated assistant stage.

Compared to assistants who have lost a lot of mobile phones, this kind of learning method that is directly used is more suitable for Hills.

"Doctor Hills." The coachman knew him, smiled and opened the door to send him into the car, and asked, "Are you going back to the hospital or home?"

Hills paid the car directly: "Go to the University of Vienna Medical School first."

"Okay."

Since there are people who see the gap and leave early, there will be people who squeeze through the crowd early and come to Kawei.

Masimov is very similar to Shiels. He may have a different understanding of surgery, but he also has an indescribable hostility towards Kawi: "I have to congratulate you first: The surgery is done beautifully. If you don't have the experience of publishing articles, I can help you."

"Thank you for your kindness, I can write it myself." Kavi smiled and rejected Masimov again, "and there are some places that need to be explained in detail, and I need to make annotations myself."

“So that’s it.”

Masimov also laughed and got to the point of the question: "Let's talk about the last blood transfusion. That bottle of medicine is definitely an epoch-making invention. The next blood transfusion is also a creation that can be recorded in history, so the blood is Brenda's own, so why should it be filtered with gauze??"

"Because the blood has already coagulated, direct input into the blood vessels will cause blockage."

"Blocked blood vessels?"

"But didn't you tie the uterine artery up after that?" Suddenly, a voice came from behind Masimov. He was holding a cigarette in his mouth and spitting a lot of smoke. He said, "Since even the uterine artery can be ligated, what's the problem with throwing a small blood clot?"

This is a knowledge structure about myocardial infarction and cerebral infarction. It is obviously inappropriate to say it temporarily in the small garden.

"These are two completely different concepts." Kawei gave a sloppy eye. "Of course there is no problem with uterine artery ligation, because there is collateral circulation to help. But the blood has its purity. Impurified blood cannot be re-entered, and the consequences will be very dangerous."

He couldn't help but pause: "Mr. Varella, you have been watching the surgical theater all year round, so you don't know that there is miasma in the air. How can blood polluted by miasma be returned to the patient? Isn't this just taking human life away?"

Varella was slammed and said, "Doctor Kavey, you know I have no malice."

Kavi nodded repeatedly: "I know, because I don't."

"Okay, OK, I've written it down. After the surgical bleeding, autologous re-infusion needs to be filtered." Masimov did not waste his paper and pen, and soon asked another question, "I saw that you hesitated for a while before making a uterine incision. Could it be that you were scared by the uterus in front of you?"

"Because placenta implantation is an accident, in the face of such implantation, the incision must be detoured."

"So you didn't choose the entry point for the lower part of the uterus that you advocated before, and you just went around the uterine body."

"right."

"Where is the placenta? Doesn't it need to be circumscribed? It's too dangerous to cut it directly on the placenta."

"After all, I don't know much about cesarean section, and the speed is still too slow. If it's faster, the amount of bleeding will be much smaller."

“Don’t you know much?”

"Well, change the question."

Masimov roughly understood what Kavi meant. Although he did not understand the real thinking game, he at least relied on this causal relationship to remember the technical operation and reasons for blood transfusion. But Varella didn't understand it yet, nor did she want to understand it. What he was asking was something different from common surgery.

"Can Dr. Kavi say something about why you chose a transverse incision at that time?"

"The implantation site is in the lower part of the uterus, so the longitudinal incision is cut into pieces?" Kawei's retort asked again.

Varella nodded and continued, "I also want to ask about the powder in that small bottle. Since I took out oxytocin last time, the medicine this time is also very powerful, and it can actually cause blood to lose its coagulation function."

"What do you want to ask?"

"Have you considered a public drug formula?"

"Although the ingredients are just citric acid, there is no plan for the formula to be announced for the time being." Kawei glanced at several strange faces around the crowd and said with a smile, "But I can't hold it in my hands forever. If I guess correctly, many bosses have already wanted to cooperate."

"I think it's better to be public." Varella seemed to have her own idea.

"It is my freedom to not disclose it."

“But as a doctor, you should”

Kawei couldn't stand this guy's fingers: "I don't need to rely on a non-medical professional to teach me to be a doctor. Age is not a reason for ignorance, but stupidity must be. Without the support of a complete blood transfusion technology, blindly exposing the preparation plan for citric acid will result in a large number of cases of blood transfusion failure."

Kavi is no longer the previous Kavi, and Varella no longer argues as much as before, so she can only say helplessly: "I just said my point of view objectively."

"I know you are objective, but you should also know that your so-called objective is annoying." Kavey ignored him, "Next."

The operation ended at 12 o'clock, and Carvey didn't leave the theater and return to the hospital until 2 o'clock. He ate something casually, and then went to the obstetric ward to check Brenda's surgical incision and the condition of lochia discharge in the uterus.

Of course, while checking his body, he also wanted to ask this brave mother a question.

Kaveel pulled a chair next to the bed and asked his family to leave. He and Brenda were left around the small bed: "The operation is over, I have seen the child, there is no big problem. If nothing unexpected happens, you will be discharged from the hospital in 5 days."

"Thank you, the doctor." Brenda lost too much blood and felt a little weak, but her face was filled with joy.

"I think I am a good doctor and should be worthy of your belief." Kawei looked at her, but there was no good expression on his face. "So you must answer me your next question."

Brenda was a little surprised, but hesitated and nodded.

Kavi sighed and asked, "This probably isn't your first time getting pregnant, right?"
Chapter completed!