Naya's scream attracted everyone, and the physicians outside the door gathered in Laszlo's room.

The daughter's eyes were sharp. Kawei's extubation directly overturned all Ignatz's previous efforts. His father had been sleeping well just now, but now he was breathing so painfully. It was obviously this person who was at fault.

In addition, some blood that was accidentally splashed happened to fall on Naya's gauze skirt, which made her completely conclude that this was an out-and-out murder.

Naya's scalp was numb when she saw it, and her usual dignity and elegance were all forgotten. She didn't have time to worry about her beloved skirt, and she quickly shouted for help to Fatolad and other doctors who came into the room behind her: "Doctor, look here quickly.

Doctor, this guy actually pulled out the catheter he just put in!!!"

Everyone was shocked when they heard that, and the mentality that they had just stabilized collapsed again.

Laszlo maintains many common interests between Austria and Hungary. The relationship between the two places is very delicate. A slight discrepancy will push the good situation to the other extreme. Once something goes wrong, the two forces will start to entangle with each other again. This

It's not good for anyone.

Of course, they didn't think too badly of Kawei, they just thought it was a fool who messed up the matter when he accidentally checked the catheter.

Now that Ignatz has fainted, no one can take over, and there are immediate complaints.

"Oh, my God~~"

"Where did this troublemaker come from?"

"What should we do now? Doctor Ignatz won't wake up so soon!"

Everyone couldn't make up their minds, but in the end it was Fatolad who stood up.

With his rich clinical work experience and understanding of Ignatz, he always felt that there was something fishy in it.

Ignatz knew the importance of Laszlo and the importance of this operation. With his level of understanding of people and his requirements for his subordinates, it would be impossible to become an assistant at this time without knowing anything.

You fool, there must be a reason for taking action without permission.

Fortunately, Laszlo is still alive, and Fatolad still has room for improvement.

He patted Naya's shoulder lightly, stepped forward to look at Kawi and scolded him: "Look what you have done?"

Carvey had no reaction to the objections.

He was using two small hooks to open the incision on Laszlo's neck, which not only re-teared the venous plexus that had just healed, but also made Laszlo tremble in pain: "Teacher Ignaz's operation is not completed.

, he lost consciousness before he fell, so the tube was inserted crookedly.”

Fatorad didn't understand: "Crooked?"

"What I mean is that the teacher already had physical problems when inserting the silver horn catheter, so he did not insert it along the direction of the trachea, but directly inserted it diagonally into the back wall of the trachea. The mouth of the tube was blocked on the tracheal wall.

, so Mr. Laszlo was still unable to breathe normally at that time."

In order to prove that he made no mistake, Kawei immediately explained: "So I temporarily removed the tube, opened the trachea, and gave him some air first."

Fatorad seemed to understand and nodded slightly.

When it comes to anatomy and surgery, he is a layman, and he won't do it if he can't do it. But when it comes to consultation, especially for those who cannot speak, he is definitely an expert. Now the surgical process is unclear, and Kawei's ability is unclear. The most important thing is

It is still the basic condition of the patient.

He leaned over to look at the poor Hungarian wealthy businessman and asked: "Mr. Laszlo, how do you feel now?"

Laszlo's throat was blocked and his neck hurt. He had just been beaten to death by tracheotomy again, but this time he only regained some consciousness.

His mind was in a state of confusion now. He only felt that the voice in his ears was very blurry, and he could not hear what Fatorad was saying at all. The only thing he could really feel now was air, fresh air.

The intense and orderly ups and downs of the chest, the powerful expansion and contraction of the respiratory muscles, the natural changes in the intercostal space, and the blood rushing to the whole body gave him a sense of relief, like the rain coming after a long drought.

Perhaps because he had held it in for too long, Laszlo even had a dream while in a trance.

He dreamed that he was flying to heaven, and in the center of the pure white temple was the God who was regarded as the highest by the people. God smiled at Laszlo and did not let him stay for long. He raised his hand and put it on his chest, and gently put his hand on his chest.

He was thrown back into the world.

Laszlo couldn't see God's face clearly, and couldn't remember other features. He could only hear a welcome word in his ears. The voice was so clear and wonderful, like the sound of nature, that he could not forget it for a long time.

Although this encounter is not enough to be recorded in the Bible, it should be widely praised by the world. It can definitely be called a miracle.

So in order to leave a souvenir, he had the courage to grab God's hand before leaving. It was this warm and powerful hand that allowed him to regain the power to breathe...

"Mr. Laszlo?" Fatorade saw how excited he was and continued to call, "Are you awake?"

"My Lord Earl, he still has some time left before he wakes up."

Fatorad sighed, and finally reached out to feel Laszlo's pulse, then turned back to comfort Naya: "The heart rate is a little fast, but still strong, and the breathing is a little labored, but much better than before. Don't worry, Naya

Miss, your father is still alive."

Naya wiped her tears and finally calmed down: "But he pulled out the catheter. How could he put it back in without Dr. Ignatz?"

"I'll let it go."

Kawei still remained calm, only feeling helpless towards Laszlo's hand: "Can you please pull his hand away first?"

Berget finally had some effect, and went around the edge of the bed to help, freeing up his hands. As a fellow surgeon, although he was somewhat biased against Kawei, now everyone is just a grasshopper tied to a rope. If something goes wrong,

No one can run away.

Kawei also knew this truth, so he didn't treat him as the heir to the viscount at all: "You pull the hook."

"I?"

"I only have two hands."

Under the attention of everyone, Bergt had no choice but to gently pull the hook with his hand and continue to expose his vision.

Things have reached this point. Kawei simply followed the Romans and continued to explain the main reasons for the problems in the previous operation according to Ignatz's theater rhythm: "In fact, this kind of mistake is inevitable. The British and French people often encounter this kind of mistake."

question."

"what is the problem?"

"The problem of damaging the posterior wall of the trachea." Kawei smiled and said helplessly, "Especially those French people with flamboyant personalities, who are too bold and have no awe in surgical operations. They died because of the damage to the posterior wall.

There are countless tracheostomy patients on the hospital.”

In Austria at that time, whenever someone was targeting someone, it was always a good choice to successfully turn the French against them.

Kawei's set of Golden Cicada Escape is average, but at least it has some effect.

Especially Fatorad, who is the oldest and has the most experience, and has never had a good impression of the French. Stimulated by these words, he immediately put the problem on the path of medical treatment: "So why is the posterior wall of the trachea damaged?

?The trachea is not thin.”

Kavi let himself in some light, carefully checked Laszlo's trachea, and found that there was no damage to the esophagus, and then he breathed a sigh of relief: [1]

"Because the patient will try his best to breathe during obstructive asphyxia, the inside of the trachea is under negative pressure. Only the back wall of the entire trachea that fits the esophagus is mucosal tissue, and the rest is a cartilage ring, so the trachea is no longer cylindrical.

It is an inverted U-shape with the lordosis of the posterior wall [2].”

The matter was of great importance, and Fatorad listened carefully.

He could understand the simple physical factors and anatomical terms in his ears, but when combined with the image of a bloody neck, the situation was completely different: "Well, that's it."

Kawei was a little surprised, looked up at him, and continued: "Because the front and back walls of the trachea are very close, if the force of the suddenly inserted knife tip is not controlled well, it will easily damage the back wall. The same is true with this catheter.

A simple incision cannot transport a large amount of air. During insertion, Mr. Ignatz..."

"So it was just an accident?"

Fatorad didn't want to hear any more: "I mean, the whole thing started because Dr. Ignatz was unwell, so he couldn't complete the last step perfectly. You pulled out the catheter in order to help adjust the position.

.”

Kawei nodded, realizing that he really didn't understand. Because the real focus of the whole thing is the degree of damage to the posterior wall of the trachea and whether the esophagus has been ruptured. [3]

But this does not affect the communication between the two.

"The situation was critical at the time. Mr. Laszlo had lost consciousness due to suffocation. I'm really sorry for not being able to explain this to Miss Naya."

Now that Laszlo was basically fine, Kawi returned to his original appearance and apologized to Naya. Regardless of whether his behavior was right or wrong, this was necessary. He did not want to offend the daughter of a top rich man.

Fatorad also added in time: "Mr. Kawei is also helpless. Even I have heard these surgical methods very hard. To explain to you slowly at that time is to harm your father."

Naya finally nodded: "How is he now?"

"The damage to the posterior wall of the trachea is not serious, and the esophagus is not damaged. We only need to adjust the angle of the tube..." Kawei carefully inserted the airway into Laszlo's trachea again, "and then tied it

Fasten the straps and you're done."

...

Ignatz woke up later than Laszlo.

When he lifted off the blanket, left the comfortable mattress under him, stood up and stood in front of the wall clock on the wall, he realized that he had slept for three full hours. The fatigue had not been completely relieved, and a small amount of residual alcohol was still there.

With his mind racing, Ignatz gently pinched his forehead and walked out of the room.

"you're awake?"

Sitting outside the door was Alina, who had been waiting outside for three hours in order not to disturb his rest: "How do you feel now? Are you still dizzy?"

"There is one more thing, but it's all right." Ignatz stepped forward and leaned next to her. While expressing his gratitude, it was his patient who asked, "How is Mr. Laszlo?"

"It was good." Elena said. "The housekeeper brought some laudanum and I fell asleep quickly."

"Oh, I didn't expect that a good dance would end like this."
To be continued...