The first patient's operation was completed and he was pushed out of the operating room by the nurse.
"Xiao Jin, come and pick up the patient and take him to the ward."
Jin Chaoyang, the young inpatient doctor who had been waiting outside the door, immediately ran over and said, "Okay, Sister Zhang, I'll be right there."
After the patient came out, the operating room door was closed again by the nurse, and a slight locking sound could be heard.
When Jin Chaoyang just received the patient and was about to push him to the ward, two old men suddenly jumped out from the next room, scaring Jin Chaoyang so much that he slammed on the brakes.
"Dean..."
Dean Tu lowered his voice and asked, "Is this patient the one operated on by Dean Lin?"
Jin Chaoyang didn't know what was going on, but he was smart enough to immediately lower his voice and whispered:
"Yes, the slaughterhouse. Director Lin told us to send the patient back to the ward and give him penicillin immediately. Look, he has already prepared the medicine."
Vice President Ye's mouth watered when he saw a whole box of penicillin on the gurney.
"Damn, this rich bastard is so generous! He just gave away a whole box of penicillin. How much does it cost? Old Butcher, do you think we should take half and give it to the patients who need it more?"
Dean Tu waved his hand:
"We'll talk about this later. Let's first check on the incision. While the patient's family is still waiting outside, don't let anyone else discover it."
Before Jin Chaoyang could agree, Dean Tu and Vice Dean Ye pushed the patient to an observation room next to the operating room, one after another.
After turning over the patient's clothes, the two were surprised to find that there was a small piece of gauze covering the right side of the patient's chest.
Normally, patients undergoing open-chest surgery would have their entire chest wrapped in gauze, wrapped around and around like a mummy.
Even the shoulders were covered with gauze to facilitate fixation, which made people think that the scale of the operation must be very large.
But the small piece of gauze in front of them filled Dean Tu and Vice Dean Ye's minds with question marks. They looked at each other, confused.
"Hey, that's not right. Could it be that Director Lin isn't performing a thoracotomy? Or did I send the wrong person?"
The young doctor in the inpatient department exclaimed in surprise. With his limited knowledge, he had no way of equating such a small piece of gauze with open-chest surgery.
Vice President Ye shook his head and said, "It can't be the wrong one. All surgeries are suspended today. Only President Lin is performing the surgery."
Dean Tu was also decisive. He reached out and directly peeled off the gauze tape, revealing the wound inside.
All I saw was a wound about 5 centimeters in size with three stitches on it, that was all.
Vice President Ye did not give up and checked the patient's body from top to bottom, left to right, inside and out, and found no other wounds elsewhere.
Now all three people in the room were holding their chins in their hands and lost in thought.
"Could Xiaolin have performed the surgery incorrectly? Could he have turned a lobectomy into a subcutaneous lipoma removal? What could such a small incision do?"
Dean Tu expressed the question in everyone's mind.
At least until 1961, all lobectomies performed worldwide were open-chest surgeries, without exception.
Vice President Ye glanced at the file bag on the bedside, quickly took out the hospitalization record from it, and confirmed it again and again:
"Old Tu, look, this medical record is correct. This is a patient with lung cancer. Look at this surgical record. It says the lobectomy started at 8:30 this morning and ended at 11:00. The specimen has been preserved for pathology."
Jin Chaoyang blurted out:
"Could it be that Director Lin is faking the surgery? He clearly didn't perform a lobectomy, but pretended to make a small incision to deceive the family?"
Dean Tu shook his head:
"Logically, it shouldn't be that way. Comrade Lin Sanqi has reached this point today, and he's already reached the pinnacle of his career. The next step up would be vice minister or even minister. Given his age, there's absolutely no need for him to falsify information. It's unnecessary."
Vice President Ye also stood on Lin Sanqi's side at this time:
"I've heard of falsification of internal medicine data, but it's impossible to falsify surgical data. Taking a new X-ray after the operation would easily verify whether the lung lobe was removed. It's too early to draw a conclusion now."
The other two also nodded slightly.
"Well, Xiao Jin, you'll have to work hard today. You'll be responsible for transferring all of Dean Lin's post-operative patients. When the time comes, please report to me on the other patients' conditions."
Jin Chaoyang puffed out his chest and said, "I promise to complete the task."
In the operating room, Lin Sanqi had already started the second operation, and Feng Shiqi's movements were obviously more skillful than the first operation.
The second minimally invasive surgery was shortened to 2 hours.
The first day passed, and only four operations were performed, all of which were lobectomies.
After coming out of the operating room in the evening, Lin Sanqi brought Feng Shiqi to the ward.
The first patient had woken up by this time, and when he saw the surgeon come in, he waved happily.
Lin Sanqi smiled and asked, "How is it? Does your chest hurt?"
The patient smiled and said, "It hurts, but I can bear it. It's much better than what the doctor told me before. If the nurse hadn't told me not to move, I think I could stand up and walk around right now. I'm really not used to peeing in bed."
Lin Sanqi looked at his watch. It had been eight hours since the operation ended, so he said:
"You can walk if you want, but move slowly. You can get out of bed and move around completely tomorrow. If there is no infection or other complications, you can be discharged from the hospital in three days at most.
But you can't smoke after you're discharged. Come, family members, come and take a look. This is the lung lobe that was removed from the patient. Look, it should have been dark red, but now it's all black. It's from smoking."
The family members gathered around, and even the patients nearby came up to watch the fun.
The patient was a little confused and remembered that he had vaguely heard other doctors arguing:
"Director Lin, I can't understand how you were able to remove such a large piece of lung. Even the other doctors can't figure it out. You can't possibly be able to telekinetically remove something, right?"
Lin Sanqi pointed to the gauze on his right chest and said, "It was taken out from here."
A family member nearby said in surprise:
"Another doctor just came to visit and opened the gauze. It was such a small incision, you couldn't even put your hand in. How did they remove the lung lobe? It's so strange."
Feng Shiqi caught on to something and asked, "You said there were a lot of doctors visiting?"
The family members quickly responded:
"Yeah, it started at noon and lasted all afternoon. After we finally put the tape on, a new wave of people came and had to open it again. Look at my old man, he's all red and swollen. Later we just stopped taping it and opened it up for people to see."
When Feng Shiqi heard this, he looked at Lin Sanqi with a questioning look in his eyes.
Lin Sanqi also frowned:
"That won't do. With so many people constantly covering and peeling off the sterile gauze, the wound is bound to get infected. Old Feng, go back to our hospital and find a few people. Protect these four patients today, including the six patients tomorrow. Forbid doctors from the Union Hospital to visit."
Feng Shiqi nodded heavily: "Don't worry, I'll call someone right away."
Sure enough, after dinner, another six or seven doctors from Peking Union Medical College came over, wanting to see how small the legendary surgical incisions were for these patients undergoing lobectomy.
But when they reached the door, they were stopped by Feng Shiqi.
"Hey, Lao Feng, you're awesome! You're finally back! Congratulations! Get out of the way! Let's go check out what's going on with those surgical patients."
"Old He, it's not that I don't respect my colleagues. Our director has issued a strict order. To prevent post-operative infection, no visitors are allowed, and the removal of the sterile gauze is also prohibited."
Feng Shiqi spoke decisively. When the doctors on the scene heard it, although they were dissatisfied in their hearts, they did not show it.
One of the doctors asked:
"Lao Feng, you're the assistant. Can you explain how you perform this surgery? Why is the incision so small?"
Feng Shiqi still shook his head:
"I'm sorry, Old Xiao. Dean Lin really didn't let me say that during our operation, even Dean Tu and Vice Dean Ye were not allowed to observe. I can only say that this is a brand new surgical procedure, unheard of."
The more Feng Shiqi refused to speak, the more anxious the others became:
"Good on you, Old Feng! How long have you been at the infectious disease hospital and you're already betraying your comrades?"
"I heard the surgical incision was only five centimeters. Oh my god, how did they do that?"
"Your infectious disease hospital is just playing around with internal medicine, how about surgery? Are you kidding me?"
"That's right, Old Feng. I heard that your infectious disease hospital has a very good life. Your monthly salary is 100 yuan, plus 100 kilograms of fine grains?"
It's easy for small talk to go off topic. Everyone knows Feng Ruoqi's character. He definitely won't say anything he doesn't want to say, so no one pressed him for answers. Instead, they asked about his welfare benefits.
If you say something else Feng Ruoqi can't say, but if you talk about welfare benefits, Feng Ruoqi will get excited.
Dean Lin Sanqi is different from other deans. Other deans would hide any advantages they have, like Dean Shen.
But Lin Sanqi didn't. He felt that since he earned money and food with his own ability, why should he be low-key?
He also believed that everyone should see that the market economy was better than the planned economy, and that this was to attract more medical talent to infectious disease hospitals.
Feng Ruoqi was such an honest person, but at this time he also learned to pretend to be cool:
"Yes, that's absolutely true. Our hospital is special. We are responsible for our own profits and losses and operate independently. All salaries and food are based on our business. If business is good, we get more, and if business is low, we get less. Unlike you, who have a golden rice bowl."
As soon as these words were spoken, the scene exploded!
"Bullshit golden rice bowl, Lao Feng, do you know what our monthly food quota is? 24 kilograms, and almost every month we only get one-third of that amount of fine grain."
"Oh my god~~~ 100 jin of fine grain? Is that found grain? Did you exchange it for coarse grain, or is there any left?"
Feng Ruoqi said helplessly:
"We were given grain in cash. Salaries and grain were paid on the 15th of every month. A 100-jin bag of grain was so heavy, I couldn't even carry it. Sometimes I even complained to Dean Lin why he gave out so much grain. If we couldn't finish it, it would get infested with worms."
There was silence at the scene, and then all the doctors at Union Hospital became aggressive!
"Old Feng, take a look at what you're saying, are you speaking human language?"
"Beasts! Your infectious disease hospital is worse than beasts!"
"Are you still hiring? I've studied abroad and graduated from a Japanese medical school. Is it too late for me to go to the infectious disease hospital now?"
"Never mind, Lao Feng, you have to treat me today. I want to eat steamed buns. I want to eat big, white steamed buns. I'm hungry~~~"
As the doctor spoke, he actually shed tears.
Feng Ruoqi thought everyone was just joking and suddenly became at a loss.
"Hey, Lao Yang, don't cry. It's just steamed buns. It's too late today. After this operation, come to the infectious disease hospital or my house. I'll treat you to a meal. Eat your fill!"
When the other doctors heard this, they all sighed.
They used to be strong men, but now they have all turned into skinny men with sallow complexions. Not having enough food is the biggest failure in life. They are discouraged at this moment.
Perhaps the people of the country were discouraged in 1961...
"You want to eat steamed buns? I'll treat you!"
Everyone looked up and saw Lin Sanqi walking in front, followed by three old men. Upon closer inspection, they found that one of them was the director of the Chinese Medicine Hospital, another was the boss of the hospital, and the third was someone they didn't recognize.
Lin Sanqi walked up to the crowd and patted Yang Qing on the shoulder:
"Doctor Yang, don't lose heart. There will be milk and bread. Difficulties are temporary. As the saying goes, nothing lasts more than three times. This is the third year of our natural disaster. God will surely show some mercy next year."
If the weather is this bad again next year, don't worry, I'll report to the central government and have all our field artillery pointed at the sky, aiming at the heavens and bombarding them for three days and three nights. I believe man can conquer nature!
As soon as Lin Sanqi made a joke, the depressed atmosphere at the scene became relaxed again.
"Old Tu, I have to say that you've failed miserably as the hospital director. Look at the people who came out of our infectious disease hospital, all of them are fat and pale. And then look at your Union Hospital, which is a well-established hospital, and you have people who are all as skinny as mantises."
Dean Tu was so angry that he laughed: "Get out of here! Why are you cursing at our Union Hospital?"
Lin Sanqi took out his notebook and quickly wrote a note on it:
"Old Tu, take my note and go to our Infectious Disease Hospital and find Chief Yang Shaohua of the General Affairs Department. I'll sponsor you with 2,000 kilograms of flour, but you have to guarantee that everyone in your Union Hospital can eat steamed buns tomorrow!"
Dean Tu laughed out loud when he heard this:
"Did you hear that? Let's have a nice meal tomorrow. But Xiaolin, steamed buns alone aren't enough. I heard that your infectious disease hospital cafeteria always has meat at noon. This, this, this..."
Lin Sanqi took the note and added a few more words:
"I'll give you two more white pigs, some vermicelli noodles and Chinese cabbage. How about that? Are you satisfied?"
Dean Tu held the note and smiled so hard that his back teeth were exposed:
"Satisfied, satisfied, hahaha~~~ Thank you, thank you, thank you for the food and pork sent by the Infectious Diseases Hospital. From now on, we and the Infectious Diseases Hospital will be brothers. From now on, the Infectious Diseases Hospital will be the boss, and our Union Hospital will be the second. You command, and I will obey without hesitation."
Dean Shen said slowly:
"Old Butcher, you're really flexible. You're giving up your position as boss just for a little food? Where's your integrity?"
Dean Tu proudly tossed the note:
"Hehe, what moral integrity? How much is one pound of moral integrity? I'll go to Dong'an Market and buy a few pounds. Look, food is moral integrity now, food is our lifeblood. Recognizing a boss means we can have enough to eat every day. Do you think it's worth it?"
“Value~~~”
The doctors from Union Hospital at the scene all cheered and had happy faces. They were ready to tell everyone the good news.
Also, don’t eat breakfast tomorrow. You have to have a big meal at noon on an empty stomach.
"Alright, everyone, go home. Don't ask too much about these surgeries performed at the Infectious Disease Hospital. When there are new results, our Union Hospital will definitely be among the first to promote them. Don't be impatient."
Since Dean Tu got the benefits, he naturally wanted to chase them away.
"Hey, Lao Shen, Lao Lin, you guys go in and see the patients. I finally managed to defeat the local tycoon, and now I have to go to the infectious disease hospital to get some food. I won't feel at ease waiting until tomorrow."
Dean Shen scolded with a smile: "Go ahead, go ahead, I'll come to your hospital tomorrow to eat big steamed buns!"
Feng Ruoqi then opened the door and let a few people in:
"President Shen, President Lin, and this person is..."
Lin Sanqi laughed:
"This is my father. He came here with Dean Shen this time to check on me and see if the patient can be treated with Traditional Chinese Medicine."
In 1961, surgery was only available to a very small number of people, both at home and abroad.
Especially in China, due to the lack of hospitals and Western medicine, surgery is extremely scarce, which leads to patients often dying from a minor surgical disease.
For example, the most common diseases such as appendicitis, kidney stones, intestinal obstruction, etc., have a frighteningly high mortality rate in this era.
So in the eyes of the older generation of doctors, whoever performed a surgery, cut open the stomach, removed the chest ribs one by one, and cut the flesh and blood vessels.
This is equivalent to the essence stored in the human body being lost, which seriously damages the vitality and makes it easy to become ill and even die.
In fact, from the perspective of Western medicine, it is probably the lack of relevant drugs after the operation that leads to infection or other complications, leading to death.
This is also the reason why Lin Sanqi prepared a box of penicillin for each patient. Since they were all his "human experimenters", this compensation should always be given.
In the ward, when Lin Sanqi uncovered the gauze, Dean Shen adjusted his glasses, examined it carefully, and then sighed:
"This is truly a miracle!"
Although Dean Shen and Doctor Lin are doctors of traditional Chinese medicine, they are both knowledgeable and experienced, and are not unfamiliar with surgical operations. At this time, they were also amazed.
"Xiao Qi, you cut out a piece of lung through such a small incision? And then took it out?"
Dean Shen pointed to the small incision on the side of the patient's chest and asked curiously.
Lin Sanqi said proudly, "Of course. Otherwise, do you think I'm so brave as to take on a surgery that even the Japanese wouldn't dare to perform?"
Lin Kushen took the patient's pulse at this time and nodded slightly:
"The pulse is calm, neither floating nor sinking, calm and gentle, and the response is strong. There is no sign of vital energy deficiency at all. Qizi, your surgical skills are truly wonderful."
Dean Shen's curiosity grew stronger and stronger:
"Xiao Qi, tell me, how did you perform this surgery? How did you manage to maintain your vital energy and keep your vital signs stable?"
When others asked, Lin Sanqi wanted to keep it a secret for the time being, but now he had no reservations about his closest relatives.
"Uncle Shen, Dad, come on, follow me to the operating room next door. There are some things that are hard to say in front of the patient." (End of this chapter)
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