Healing Doctor

Chapter 183 is full of...

Femoral artery puncture, placement of arterial sheath.

Because Ji Xiang was lying flat, he couldn't see the surgical area, but he could feel the surgical procedure and simulate it in his mind.

The surgeon's skill level may be one or two levels lower than mine, but that doesn't matter. The surgery isn't difficult, so there shouldn't be any problems.

Regardless, Ji Xiang felt a little uneasy.

Because, not long ago, he had just witnessed a "hasty" surgery.

Eight minutes and 22 seconds later, the screen lit up, and Ji Xiang knew that the surgeon was stepping on the line.

He turned his head and his gaze fell on the DSA screen.

"The guidewire is a bit thick; it's not a microguidewire," Ji Xiang frowned.

Logically, directly using a microguidewire would be the most correct choice. With such a thick guidewire, does the surgeon have to change it after superselection?

Or……

That ominous premonition is slowly becoming a reality.

No matter what reasons Ji Xiang came up with, he could not explain the hospital's "careless" surgical procedure.

The surgery went relatively smoothly. Although the surgeon's technique was slightly lacking, Ji Xiang wasn't too worried. What he was worried about was whether the surgeon would skip the superselection procedure.

The guidewire is inserted into the hepatic artery, and angiography begins at the porta hepatis.

"Now that the tumor has been located, superselection should be performed," Ji Xiang guessed. The choice between a 2.4F or 1.7F microwire depends on the operator's habits and skill level.

"Prepare to administer the medicine," the sorcerer said.

Spraying pesticides?

What medicine are you giving me!

Ji Xiang felt ice-cold all over. He was about to be given medication even before the Super Selection. Just as expected.

While he was still in a daze, he felt a warm current flowing through his body; it must be from the injection.

Ji Xiang didn't understand what was going on either. The medication injected by the high-pressure syringe should be cooler than body temperature, so why could he feel a warm current?

But the thought vanished in an instant. Ji Xiang stared at the DSA screen, too exhausted to even speak.

As if he were in hemorrhagic shock, Ji Xiang was stunned, staring blankly as the medication was infused into his liver.

Soon, the surgeon began to remove the tubes.

"The...surgery...is it over?" Ji Xiang, having witnessed and experienced the surgery firsthand, was utterly shocked to find that it was exactly as he had seen it, and stammered as he asked.

He couldn't understand why a top hospital in China would perform surgery like this; it shouldn't be like this!

But whether from the perspective of systemic empathy or from the perspective of one's own choices, this is the only reasonable approach.

Why did they do that? Ji Xiang was filled with questions.

Even if the liver is filled with chemotherapy drugs, the treatment effect on liver cancer is still very limited.

Or perhaps it's due to the continuous updates and iterations of drugs that I'm unaware of?

Ji Xiang vaguely realized the truth, but he was unwilling to accept it.

Countless questions flooded Ji Xiang's mind. He was lifted onto a stretcher, and a young doctor pulled him into the corridor to apply pressure to stop the bleeding. After fifteen minutes, pressure bandaging was applied.

Meanwhile, another patient was taken into the operating room.

Ji Xiang asked blankly, "Doctor, how long did the surgery take?"

"A little over ten minutes, at a normal pace," the young doctor said.

"So fast?"

"We are one of the top hospitals in the country, how could our surgery be slow?" the young doctor replied proudly.

he……

If Ji Xiang hadn't been skilled in interventional surgery and a Level 9 surgeon, he probably would have believed it.

Who gave him the confidence to say such a thing?!

"Doctor, what medicine did you give me?"

"Oxaliplatin".

While pressing the pressure points, the young doctor explained some relevant information to Ji Xiang.

His knowledge base was not as good as Ji Xiang's, and he only talked about things that Ji Xiang knew.

Ji Xiang realized something: the surgery the surgeon performed on himself was not rigorous; it was just a chemotherapy infusion, and no embolization was done at all!

The effect of doing this...

Ji Xiang carefully recalled the relevant knowledge that the system NPC had explained to him and the countless surgeries he had performed in the system's operating room.

Infusion chemotherapy is necessary. Before embolizing the kidney tumor, medication is injected into the kidney, and then the supplying blood vessels are embolized with coils.

Here, they just inject the whole liver with medication... without actually performing any embolization...

Ji Xiang fell silent.

He was right; that ominous premonition grew stronger and stronger, turning into a dark cloud that shrouded Ji Xiang's heart.

Surprised that surgery could be done this way, Ji Xiang stopped chatting with the young doctor; he had no interest in it at all.

Perhaps unaware of the intricacies involved, Ji Xiang would be very happy, believing he had received treatment from a top-tier surgeon in the country.

but!

He is somewhat disappointed now.

"You can go home in the next day or two. After you get home, find a place to be hospitalized and take liver-protecting medication. This will help you recover faster. Have a follow-up check-up 1-3 months after the surgery, and you should see improvement."

The young doctor gave instructions.

But Ji Xiang remained silent. The surgery he witnessed and the empathetic experience he had just witnessed, as the system NPC had said, had overturned Ji Xiang's worldview.

Fifteen minutes later, Ji Xiang was taken back to his ward. As he left the interventional catheterization lab, he saw the operating room door open, and the surgery inside was finished.

Back in the ward, Ji Xiang lay on his back, motionless.

After femoral artery puncture, pressure bandages should be applied and the area immobilized.

The NPCs in the system had explained all these technical details to Ji Xiang, including the use of saline bags as pressure devices in the early days of interventional surgery and the subsequent progress of consumables.

Looking at the stark white walls, Ji Xiang thought about many things.

Because he had very little clinical experience, only brief exposure during his internship and systematic training in the operating room during his residency.

To be honest, Ji Xiang now feels that he was forcing things to grow too fast.

However, even based on my own "shallow" clinical experience, performing surgery in this way is hardly responsible.

But how could a doctor behave so irresponsibly?

Ji Xiang couldn't understand it; his mind was a mess.

One day later, Ji Xiang was discharged from the hospital.

Top-tier tertiary hospitals in China are packed with patients every day. Unless there are major problems, patients are discharged after surgery, so the focus here is on bed turnover rate.

Because of the chemotherapy, Ji Xiang vomited violently, and his lover took meticulous care of him with tenderness and consideration.

I suffered quite a bit on the way home by plane.

Fortunately, I had made arrangements before the surgery, and I was admitted to a top-tier hospital in my hometown and given intravenous liver-protecting medication.

The side effects of the medication subsided after five days, and Ji Xiang felt no abnormalities.

He had some doubts and began to question his previous judgment.

Perhaps this is the right way to treat it.

A month passed in the blink of an eye, and Ji Xiang came to the hospital for his regular check-up. The doctor instructed him to come back in 1-3 months, but Ji Xiang couldn't wait and came for his check-up just one month after the surgery.

Unsurprisingly, the result was disappointing.

The treatment was ineffective, and although only one month had passed, the tumor had already spread and filled the entire liver.

The phrase "full liver" was a description Ji Xiang heard his teacher use during his internship. Whenever the teacher talked about patients with "full liver," his expression would reveal regret and helplessness.

(End of this chapter)