The Grand Secretary’s Pampered Wife

Chapter 702 Success

If Gu Yan didn't suffer from Nangong Li's palm, there might still be a slight chance to intervene in the occlusion - just a very thin sheath, puncture from the leg to the heart, and send the occluder into the defect , the defect can be easily blocked.

But now his defect area is too large, and the small occlusive umbrella is no longer enough to seal the defect, and it is accompanied by some complications, so only invasive cardiac surgery can be performed.

The national teacher looked at Gu Jiao's disinfection position and said, "You don't do frontal thoracotomy?"

Frontal thoracotomy is to cut the sternum from above the heart. The operation is simple, the exposed area is large, and the technical requirements for doctors are not particularly high.

However, Gu Jiao chose to make a small incision from Gu Yan's right armpit, which increased the difficulty of the operation by more than one level.

"The incision of the thoracotomy operation is too long, and the probability of complications such as pericardial effusion is also high."

She didn't want to leave such an ugly scar on Gu Yan's chest, nor did she want to cause more damage to his body.

The incision on the right side has small trauma and does not hurt bones and muscles. It is a lot more difficult for her to operate, but postoperative recovery and various complications will be correspondingly reduced. Ointment can be repaired.

Gu Yan is even more smug.

Gu Jiao inserted the catheter through the incision and established extracorporeal circulation, after which the real operation began.

...

In the wing room, Mr. Meng sat on a chair shaking his legs.

Yu He saw that the usually calm Chess Master of the Six Kingdoms started to shake his legs, and couldn't help but comfort him, "Mr. Meng, don't be too nervous. With Master Guoshi here, the operation will be completed smoothly."

Yu He didn't know that the real surgeon was actually Gu Jiao. All the disciples of the National Teacher Hall regarded the National Teacher as a god. They believed in the National Teacher. It is an existence that can always create myths in everyone's mind.

"I'm not nervous." Mr. Meng said.

"Then your leg..." Yu He looked at Mr. Meng's right leg that was shaking and flying.

Old Mr. Meng pressed his right leg without any trace, and asked in a deep voice, "What's wrong with my leg?"

Yu He looked at his right leg that was pushed down by him, and then at his left leg that was shaking unconsciously.

Yu He: "..."

...

In Tianqiong Academy, Gu Xiaoshun went to Mingxin Hall to ask for leave from his teacher who was in class today.

Two days ago, Mr. Jiang adjusted his classes. Today, Mr. Gao's arithmetic class is all for Mr. Gao.

"Why can't Xiao Liulang come?" Master Gao asked.

This is a very serious problem for students. Not only are they always demerited, but they always ask for leave.

"What's wrong with him this time?"

Gu Xiaoshun said: "It's not that Xiao Liulang is sick, it's Gu Yan. Xiao Liulang sent Gu Yan to the National Teacher Hall for surgery."

Master Gao didn't say anything more.

He doesn't care about a student who never listens to lectures in class and only copies all his homework!

"Class." Gao Fuzi sat on the lecture and said calmly, "Take out all the homework assigned yesterday, and let's see how to solve the first operation."

student:"……"

Master Gao: "..."

...

In the house, while feeding Black Wind King and Ma Wang, Mrs. Nan said helplessly, "My heart is in a state of ups and downs, and I always feel that something is about to happen."

Black Wind King is used to eating good things, at first glance at the grass and leaves they fed, he couldn't put his mouth down.

Ma Wang ate so loudly.

Master Lu said: "You think too much, it's the National Teacher Hall, I haven't heard that anyone who went to the National Teacher Hall can't be cured."

Nan Shiniang gave him an angry look: "How much do you know about the National Teacher Palace?"

"I..." Master Lu choked, and muttered in a low voice, "Aren't I comforting you?"

"Oh." Nan Shiniang sighed heavily and looked towards the door.

Heifeng Wang finally made up his mind to take a bite of vegetable leaves, and just stretched his neck, Nan Shiniang took the dustpan away in a daze.

Black Wind King: "..."

...

Halfway through the operation, the plasma provided by the small medicine box was not enough, and Gu Yan's blood pressure dropped sharply. If this continues, he would die on the operating table due to excessive blood loss.

"Smack me." Gu Jiao said.

"The operation is not yet complete." The national teacher reminded.

"I know." Gu Jiao rolled up her sleeves, "White filter."

The national teacher took a deep look at Gu Jiao and said, "Do you know that what you are doing now is crazy and dangerous? I have never seen a doctor draw his own blood to a patient on the operating table."

Gu Jiao stretched out her arm: "Puff up faster."

The national teacher took out the white filter and connected it to the infusion tube: "How much?"

Gu Jiao said: "He can smoke as much as he wants."

A steady stream of fresh blood was drawn out of Gu Jiao's body, and flowed into Gu Yan's body one by one through the white filter.

Gu Yan has never experienced such a feeling. Suffering from heart disease, he can't even sleep as peacefully as ordinary people. He endures the torture caused by heart disease every moment, but just now, he fell into a deep sleep , feel no pain.

Just falling asleep and falling asleep, the body becomes cold, as if it has come to a glacier, and it seems to have fallen into an ice cellar.

He felt like he couldn't make it through.

But suddenly, a warm current slowly poured into his body, he felt the warmth that he had not seen for a long time, and the blood in his whole body seemed to surge again.

He opened his eyes weakly: "Sister..."

Gu Jiao stood beside him, held his hand, bent down, and gently pressed her forehead against his.

"Gu Yan, hold on."

I don't know why I came to this time and space, if I have a mission, one of them must be to heal you.

"I can't smoke anymore." The national teacher said, "It's 600 milliliters, and the normal maximum is 400."

Gu Jiao said without thinking: "Continue."

Gu Yan pressed against her forehead, trembling and closing her eyes, hot tears slid down: "Sister...don't..."

...

"Why don't you come out? It's getting dark!"

Mr. Meng wandered to the door for the hundreds of times.

Yu He said patiently: "Don't worry, no news is good news. If the patient really has something wrong and the operation fails, the Master of the National Teacher will come out."

The truth is true, but it's worrying not to come out all the time. If the operation is really successful, it should have come out long ago, right?

Could it be that there was some danger in the middle of the operation, and they have been resuscitating all the time?

...

Gu Jiao's eyelids were a little heavy, she moved them several times before finally opening them.

It was harsh light, but she got used to it quickly.

She found herself lying on another operating table.

The national teacher came over, glanced at her, and said, "How do you feel? You just lost a lot of blood and fainted, and you almost couldn't be rescued."

Gu Jiao recalled for a while, and recalled a memory from her blank mind: "I have completed the operation."

The national teacher nodded, and looked at her with Shenhua's inner eyes: "Yes, you did it."

He had obviously lost too much blood, but with a terrifying obsession, he insisted on completing the entire operation before falling to the ground.

Gu Jiao asked, "Where's Gu Yan?"

The national teacher raised his finger and pointed: "Beside you."

The extracorporeal circulation had stopped, and Gu Yan lay quietly on another operating table, her heart beating vigorously.

The operation ended perfectly, but whether he can survive the dangerous period depends on whether he can wake up smoothly.

Gu Jiao got off the operating table, came to him, held his hand, and touched his forehead.

"Ayan."

She called him softly.

Gu Yan didn't respond.

She called out again: "Ah Yan."

Gu Yan's eyelids moved.

This is Gu Jiao's voice.

Gu Jiao continued to call him: "Ayan, Ayan."

Gu Yan slowly opened his eyes, looked at the pale and bloodless face above his head, and said weakly: "I heard someone calling me, is it you?"

Gu Jiao nodded and looked at him firmly: "It's me."

A hint of confusion and doubt appeared in Gu Yan's eyes: "Who... are you? Why did you call me?"

Gu Jiao was taken aback.

Is it a sequelae of surgery? Which part of the process went wrong, causing intracranial hypertension and brain damage?

I have never seen this kind of situation, but if this is the case, then the amnesia is only an external manifestation, and there may be more serious brain damage symptoms in him.

Gu Jiao said: "You wait, I'll check it for you."

Gu Yan grabbed her hand with the remaining strength, and looked at her very seriously: "You look... so good-looking, do you lack a younger brother?"

Gu Jiao was taken aback for another moment, the hair on the top of her head curled up, like a little dumb rabbit.

Gu Yan smiled weakly and said, "If you are missing, take me home."

The rest of my life is very long, please give me more advice, sister.