Chapter 168 165. Postoperative aftershocks (1)

For Giustina, the operation was completely over.

But for other doctors sitting in the audience, this ending only represents that part of its technology, and the rest of the rest is far from over.

As long as the surgery can stop the tumor from recurrence, the subsequent learning, practice and imitation brings great momentum. Even if the surgery is not successful, the lymphatic metastasis rules and lymphatic staining traces used by Kawei are enough to bring tumor surgery into a new stage.

For others who were excluded from the Academy of Surgery from the very beginning, the surgery was the same as not starting. This is especially true for journalists who mainly focus on reporting on surgery.

Giustina and Camieben are celebrities in the French astronomy circle.

The latter is an earl and president of the Astronomy Society, and he has its own traffic. The former is also the eldest daughter of the French Field Marshal and Duke McMahon in the French-Austrian War.

A big man with such an identity came to Austria, his former enemy country, for breast cancer surgery, and he did not reveal any news before. Two days before the operation, various rumors began to spread, until this morning when the Royal Guard entered the Academy of Surgery, and the topic was directly overwhelmed.

Now with the end of the operation, no matter the result of the operation or the relationship between France and Austria, any turbulence can become a top-notch headline.

The three major newspapers, mainly Vienna Daily, Times, and Free Press, as well as other corner weekly magazines, magazines, and even many miscellaneous newspapers around Vienna, all sent their own reporters.

They were crowded across the street, some people were holding cameras in their hands, anxiously waiting for the final result.

At about three o'clock in the afternoon, the Royal Carriage slowly drove away from the gate of the Academy of Surgery under the protection of the guards. The reporters seized the departure of Aidingson, who was leaving the convoy and rushed forward to find first-hand information.

"Dr. Altinson, how is the surgery now?"

Aidinson was blocked by Kavi's outstanding performance and felt very unhappy: "I don't know."

"Did the surgery fail?"

"After the surgeon Dr. Watman comes out, you can ask him yourself."

Edinson looked unpredictable and turned around and walked into the academy. He did not respond to the questions raised later on about "French-Australia relations" and "the content of the four people's conversations".

In fact, it is nothing wrong with it. After all, the operation was not done by him, and the final interview subjects still had to fall on Watman and Kawei. As for the content of the diplomatic conversation between the two countries, he, a mere military medical director, had no right to speak.

But the topic related to the surgery has been held back for a whole day and the first shot has not started. Everyone must be depressed.

"Everyone has been withdrawn, let's go in!"

"Yes, this is about the relationship between the two countries, and we have the right to interview."

The guard Ting didn't give him any chance. No matter who asked, he would shook his head: "You can just interview outside the door, I can't control it, but inside the door, it's not. This is the Academy of Surgery, not your newspaper. Even Dr. Kavi was able to enter the door by Professor Ignaz's relationship and the letter of introduction from the dean!"

Such high standards discourage these reporters and can only rely on their mouths to vent their dissatisfaction.

"I don't let you go in, and I don't let you ask, what should I do?"

“It’s really hard for us to run the news.”

"It's just answering a few questions. After this vice president became the director of the Military Medical Department, his temper became stronger and stronger."

"Who made his father very powerful? Alas."

"I can only wait, and wait until Dean Watman comes out."

"And that Kavi, I heard that he has to go back to the Municipal General Hospital every day, and he will definitely come out as soon as possible. Besides, the theater inside is so big, there must be a lot of audiences. I don't believe that those surgeons who have seen the surgery can live in the academy all the time!"

"You guys are wrong. Surgery is on one hand, diplomacy is on the other hand. No matter how you look at it, the relationship between the two countries is more important."

"Are you stupid? As long as the surgery can succeed, how can diplomacy not be successful?"

"You are stupid, you compare surgery with diplomacy? I really think that a surgery can improve the relationship between Fa'ao over the years? Can you not be so naive?"

"You are naive and stupid."

Sometimes they understand each other, sometimes the quarrels caused by interview pressure and competitive relationships have repeatedly flooded the crowd since the beginning of the morning. At this time, the strength of the big newspaper is reflected. As the leading reporter of the daily newspaper, Varella's connections are unmatched.

He did not stop at the main entrance of the college from the beginning, but went to the cafe next to the other back door early to squat.

Before the royal carriage left the main entrance, the guards around the back door were withdrawn early. Varella straightened the black dress and hat brim on her body, took the opportunity to go forward, easily stuffed a 5-kron bill into the guard window and walked in.

He has been staying in the surgical theater all year round. Any surgeon who can enter the college has had an interaction with him. He is also familiar with the school. He found the theater where the surgery is located in just half a cigarette.

By chance, at the entrance of the theater, he met Edinson who had just returned from the main entrance.

"Doctor Altinson, what's going on inside?"

“The surgery was successful.”

Altinson looked down on him from the bottom of his heart, but due to the relationship between the two and the daily newspaper's consideration of news propaganda, he still has to give some face: "You go in and ask yourself, I have other things."

"Vice Dean, don't rush to leave." Varella lit another cigarette and kept the person. "Of course I know that the operation was successful. Watman and Kavina took action. It's really hard to imagine the scene of the operation failure."

"Then what are you going to ask."

"What was said between the king and the French ambassador?"

Aidinson didn't want to say it, but he was very honest: "There will be some medical exchanges between Fa'ao, and the two emperors will actively maintain contact for the local wars that may come later."

"That's all?"

"It's gone."

All of them are spoken, but it is enough.

Aidinson couldn't stand his aggressive look: "Can I leave?"

Varre took a sip, nodded, then blew out smoke into the air, and said, "Dr. Altinson will have surgery later. Please tell me. I will leave a good place for you in the newspaper, just like before."

"Let's talk about it then." Aidinson turned around and walked towards his office.

"Even if there is no surgery, I can do it."

"I got it!" Altinson seemed not to want to talk further, and waved his hand as he walked, "Come in and interview your headlines, goodbye!"

Varella looked at his far away back and snorted twice, looked back at the theater, threw away half of her cigarettes, and couldn't help but murmured to himself: "Who should I interview first? Kavey or Watman? Or maybe go directly to the ward to find the countess? That count is also very topical."

The Academy of Surgery is the highest institution and research institution for studying anatomy and surgery in Austria. Compared with the School of Medicine, it is more professional and closer to the clinical practice. Although the ward here is not big, the patients are carefully selected by doctors, and they are all the most complicated types of diseases.

Giustina was able to get to the Academy of Surgery regardless of her identity or illness, and was transferred to the ward by the nurses after the operation.

Preoperative disinfection and postoperative care are the most serious parts of surgical deficiencies.

Although doctors like Kavi, Liszt and Pasteur are promoting disinfection technology, well-known doctors like Ignaz and Olgi have begun to try preoperative disinfection. However, now, whether in Austria or other parts of the world, the concept of disinfection is not highly accepted.

For postoperative care, it will only be more difficult to correct this concept.

Fortunately, Watman trusts Kawei enough and is willing to let go. At least Kawei is fully responsible for Giustina's postoperative care.

In order to allow the Countess to enjoy the 21st century care, Kavi also spent a lot of effort.

"The heart rate is good, very stable." Kawei listened to her heartbeat with a stethoscope, and then said to the nurse beside her, "Let her lie flat for six hours first. When it starts at 9 pm, you can use a quilt and pillow to raise her upper body, which will help drainage in the direction of the armpit."

"good."

Kawei buried his head in writing the postoperative record: "You should pay more attention to the color and amount of drainage fluid, especially the amount. In the next week, the drainage volume should gradually decline. If there is a significant increase or remains flat, we need to pay attention to the Countess' incision."

The negative pressure drainage uses a modified flat rubber tube with holes around it, and the most critical negative pressure source is a fixed syringe support.

Unlike the small syringe that was previously performed during cesarean section, this time, Raslow's factory was commissioned to directly expand and improve, and the negative pressure was enough to maintain the fit between the flap and the chest wall.

Next is the application of methylene blue, because when the recovery is smooth, the incision can grow well within a week, so there is no need to use its long-term analgesic effect.

Kawei used its antibacterial effect here. Its concentration of 0.2% + 50mg is taken orally three times a day. Coupled with strict pre- and post-operative disinfection and spacious ventilated ward environment, it can at least ensure that the countess does not experience incision ulceration.

"Doctor Kavey." Giustina slowly opened her eyes, "Is the surgery completed?"

"Well, at least there is no problem at this stage, the surgery is very successful."

Giustina felt that she had a dream. Thinking that Ru Fang, who had originally been swollen and painful, didn't feel much, she couldn't help but look up at her body. Now she could still see the exposed tape there, and the outer layer was covered with bandages. The originally raised part had disappeared, and instead she could see the flat ground on her abdomen at a glance.

She was mentally prepared since she started to develop the disease, but seeing the reality is like this, she still couldn't tell what she felt: "When will the remodeling surgery be done?"

Kavey could clearly feel Giustina's anxiety, and she emphasized it several times before, but she would still ask: "Countess, I know you are very anxious. But this is related to the success rate of the remodeling surgery. The time between them depends on your postoperative recovery. There are strict requirements, which will take at least two months."

"Oh, okay." Justina sighed, "When can I move?"

"Don't move around first. If everything goes well, you can start arm function training in five days and then remove the stitches after one week." Kavey said to Giustina who had just shaped her body. "I will come to the ward to see you every day from now on, so let's have a good rest now."

"good."

Giustina slowly turned her head, besides Kavi and Damiergaon there were only two nurses who helped: "Where is Kamiy?"

"Mr. Earl?" Kavey shook his head, "It's gone after the operation. I think I should go to Dean Watman."

"oh"

Kavi's guess is correct. Kamiy is indeed with Watman, but the person he is looking for is not Watman, but Ignaz, who is concentrating on the pathological section examination: "Is there any result in the pathological examination?"

"I'm looking." Ignaz looked in the mirror and slowly adjusted his sight line up.

"I heard that the tumor is very big?"

“It’s really big.”

"I didn't expect that the surgery still requires a microscope, really."

Ignaz, no matter whether he is an earl or another, this is Vienna or the Academy of Surgeons, after all, it is the surgeon who decides: "Mr. Earl, what are you asking?"

"Oh, there's nothing to ask." Kamiy smiled and looked around subconsciously. "Actually, I really want to ask where the tumor I just cut went?"

This is a good question, because Ignaz knew exactly where it would go first, where it would go later, and where it would go finally, so he wouldn't say anything: "I don't know."

"But I watched it quietly come upstairs."
To be continued...