Chapter 702 Success
If Gu Yan hadn't been struck by Nangong Li's palm, there might have been a sliver of opportunity for interventional closure—simply insert a very thin sheath through the leg to the heart, and the closure device could be easily inserted into the defect to seal it.
However, his defect area is now too large, and the small occluder is no longer enough to plug the defect. In addition, he has some complications, so he can only undergo invasive cardiac surgery.
The Imperial Advisor looked at the area where Gu Jiao had been disinfected and said, "Aren't you going to have open-chest surgery?"
Open thoracotomy involves cutting open the sternum above the heart. It is a simple procedure with a large exposed area and does not require particularly high skill from the surgeon.
However, Gu Jiao chose to make a small incision under Gu Yan's right armpit, which increased the difficulty of the operation by more than one level.
"If the open-chest surgery wound is too long, the probability of postoperative complications such as pericardial effusion is also high."
She didn't want to leave such an unsightly scar on Gu Yan's chest, nor did she want to cause him any further damage.
The incision on the right side is less invasive and does not damage the bone or muscle. It is more difficult for her to perform the procedure, but the postoperative recovery and various complications will be reduced accordingly. Moreover, such a small incision can be repaired with the scar cream from the research institute.
Gu Yan also likes to look good.
Gu Jiao inserted a catheter through the incision to establish extracorporeal circulation, and then the actual surgery began.
...
Inside the side room, Mr. Meng sat in a chair, shaking his leg.
Seeing that even the usually composed and calm Six Kingdoms Chess Saint had started shaking his leg, Yu He couldn't help but comfort him, "Mr. Meng, you don't need to be too nervous. With the Grand Master here, the surgery will definitely be completed smoothly."
Yu He was unaware that the real surgeon was Gu Jiao. All the disciples of the Imperial Preceptor Hall revered the Imperial Preceptor as a deity. They had unwavering faith in him, and regardless of his medical skills or divination abilities, the Imperial Preceptor was a figure who could always create legends in everyone's hearts.
“I’m not nervous,” Mr. Meng said.
“Then your leg…” Yu He looked at Mr. Meng’s right leg, which was shaking so badly it was practically flying.
Mr. Meng subtly pressed down on his right leg and asked in a deep voice, "What's wrong with my leg?"
Yu He looked at his right leg, which he had pressed down, and then at his left leg, which was shaking involuntarily.
Yu He: "..."
...
At Tianqiong Academy, Gu Xiaoshun went to Mingxin Hall to ask the teacher who was supposed to be teaching today for leave.
Mr. Jiang changed his schedule a couple of days ago, and today it's all Mr. Gao's arithmetic classes.
"Why can't Xiao Liulang come again?" Master Gao asked.
This is a very serious problem student; he not only gets demerits all the time, but he also frequently asks for leave.
"What illness has he contracted this time?"
Gu Xiaoshun said, "It's not Xiao Liulang who's sick, it's Gu Yan. Xiao Liulang took Gu Yan to the Imperial Preceptor's Hall for surgery."
Master Gao said nothing more.
He wouldn't care about a student who never listens in class and only copies all his homework!
"Let's begin," Master Gao said calmly, sitting at the top of the lecture hall. "Take out the homework assigned yesterday, and let's see how to solve the first surgery."
student:"……"
Master Gao: "..."
...
Inside the house, while feeding Black Wind King and Horse King, Nan Shi Niang said with a helpless expression, "I feel very uneasy, as if something is about to happen."
Having grown accustomed to fine food, the Black Wind King found the grass and vegetable leaves they were feeding him utterly unappetizing.
Horse King ate with gusto.
Master Lu said, "You're overthinking it. That's the Imperial Preceptor's Hall. I've never heard of anyone who couldn't be cured after going there."
Nan Shi Niang glared at him: "How much do you really know about the Imperial Preceptor's Hall?"
"I..." Master Lu choked, muttering softly, "I was just trying to comfort you, wasn't I?"
"Sigh." Madam Nan sighed heavily and looked towards the door.
Black Wind King finally made up his mind to take a bite of the vegetable leaf, and just as he stretched his neck, Nan Shi Niang took the winnowing basket away in a daze.
Black Wind King: "..."
...
Halfway through the surgery, the plasma supplied by the first-aid kit ran out, and Gu Yan's blood pressure dropped sharply. If this continued, he would die on the operating table from excessive blood loss.
“Take mine,” Gu Jiao said.
"The surgery is not yet complete," the Imperial Advisor reminded him.
“I know,” Gu Jiao said, rolling up her sleeves. “White filter.”
The Imperial Advisor gave Gu Jiao a deep look and said, "Do you know how crazy and dangerous what you're doing is? I've never seen a doctor draw their own blood from a patient on the operating table."
Gu Jiao stretched out her arm: "Draw it faster."
The Imperial Advisor took out a filter and connected it to the IV tubing: "How much should I draw?"
Gu Jiao said, "He can smoke as much as he wants."
A steady stream of fresh blood was drawn from Gu Jiao's body and flowed into Gu Yan's body through the whitening filter.
Gu Yan had never experienced such a feeling before. Suffering from a heart ailment, he could not even sleep as soundly as a normal person. He endured the torment brought by his heart ailment every moment. But just now, he fell into a deep sleep and felt no pain at all.
As I slept, my body grew cold, as if I were on a glacier or had fallen into an ice cellar.
He felt he was about to give up.
But suddenly, a warm current slowly flowed into his body, and he felt the long-lost warmth, as if all the blood in his body was surging again.
He weakly opened his eyes: "Sister..."
Gu Jiao stood beside him, took his hand, leaned down, and gently pressed her forehead against his.
"Gu Yan, you have to 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.
"We can't draw any more," the Imperial Advisor said. "That's 600 milliliters already. Normally, the maximum is 400 milliliters."
Gu Jiao replied without hesitation, "Continue."
Gu Yan pressed his forehead against hers, trembling as he closed his eyes, hot tears streaming down his face: "Sister...no..."
...
"Why aren't they out yet? It's already dark!"
Mr. Meng had wandered to the doorway countless times.
Yu He patiently said, "Please don't worry. No news is good news. If something really happened to the patient and the surgery failed, the Grand Preceptor would have come out long ago."
That makes sense, but it's worrying that she hasn't come out yet. If the surgery was really successful, she should have come out long ago, right?
Could something have gone wrong during the surgery, and they've been undergoing emergency treatment ever since?
...
Gu Jiao's eyelids felt heavy, and it took her several attempts to finally open them.
The light was blinding, but she quickly adjusted.
She found herself lying on another operating table.
The Imperial Advisor walked over, glanced at her, and said, "How are you feeling? You fainted from blood loss just now, and you almost didn't make it back to life."
Gu Jiao recalled for a moment, pulling a memory from her blank mind: "I completed the surgery."
The Imperial Preceptor nodded, his eyes gleaming with inner light as he looked at her: "Yes, you did it."
Despite having lost too much blood, she persevered with a terrifying obsession and completed the entire surgery before collapsing to the ground.
Gu Jiao asked, "Where is Gu Yan?"
The Imperial Advisor pointed to something: "Right next to you."
The extracorporeal circulation had stopped, and Gu Yan lay quietly on another operating table, her heart beating strongly.
The surgery was a complete success, but whether he can get through the critical period depends on whether he can regain consciousness smoothly.
Gu Jiao stepped off the operating table, came to his side, took his hand, and touched his forehead.
“A-Yan”.
She called his name softly.
Gu Yan did not react.
She called out again, "Ayan."
Gu Yan's eyelids twitched.
That's when they heard Gu Jiao's voice.
Gu Jiao continued to call him, "Ayan, Ayan."
Gu Yan slowly opened her eyes, looked at the pale, bloodless face above her, and said weakly, "I heard someone calling me, was it you?"
Gu Jiao nodded and looked at him steadily: "It's me."
A hint of confusion and doubt flickered in Gu Yan's eyes: "Who...are you? Why are you calling me?"
Gu Jiao was stunned.
Is this a post-operative complication? Did something go wrong during the procedure, causing increased intracranial pressure and brain damage?
I've never seen anything like this before, but if that's the case, then amnesia is just an external manifestation, and he may have a more serious underlying brain damage.
Gu Jiao said, "Wait here, I'll check you out."
Gu Yan used his remaining strength to grab her hand and looked at her very seriously: "You're so... good-looking, do you need a younger brother?"
Gu Jiao was stunned again, and the little tuft of hair on her head stood up, making her look just like a little bewildered rabbit.
Gu Yan smiled weakly and said, "If you need me, take me home."
Life is long, please guide me.
(End of this chapter)
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