Wu Mian changed his clothes, wearing lotus colored isolation clothes and flower hats, stood in the operating room and watched Ren Haitao anesthetize the patient.
The relevant CT and MRI images have been hung on the film reader. The video EEG machine shows that Zheng Linyuan distributed or continuously distributed spikes and sharp waves in the left posterior temporal area in each sleep period 24 hours before operation. The bilateral central and midline areas mainly discharge a large number, and the left side is significant and can be generalized.
Wu Mian has a clear idea of the approach and operation method. He hasn''t dared to do anything else in the past week and has been doing operation training.
The operating room is very quiet, only all kinds of machines are ringing.
Ren Haitao and his assistants are busy in an orderly way. Zheng Linyuan has begun inhalation anesthesia. The mask is buckled on his mouth and nose. After a few breaths, Zheng Linyuan''s eyes close and enter the anesthesia state.
This is a routine process. A young anesthesiologist beside Ren Haitao began intravenous administration, while Ren Haitao now stands beside him like a hawk and Falcon to observe the actions of young doctors.
After a week of surgical training, all the steps were already familiar. The young anesthesiologist cooperated with Wu Mian for the first time. They said it was impossible not to be nervous. They had to try not to think about it, ignore the existence of Wu Mian and concentrate on anesthesia.
"Zheng Linyuan!"
10 seconds after inhalation anesthesia, the doctor in charge of fastening the mask called loudly.
The patient has been anesthetized. The next step is intravenous administration. Calling the patient is just to further confirm that the patient has lost consciousness under the action of anesthetics.
This is a "routine" step, a habit of many anesthesiologists.
He just shouted, and then wanted to remove his mask, but the next second Zheng Linyuan''s eyes opened slightly, looked at him dully, and showed a simple and honest smile on his face, "you call me?"
"..." the young anesthesiologist''s movements froze in mid air.
He had never encountered a case where the patient was awake 10 seconds after inhaling isoflurane.
I''ve really seen a ghost.
"What do you want me to do?" Zheng Linyuan asked. His voice was silly, but it was particularly terrible in Wu Mian''s ears. After repeated calculation of the dosage, Wu Mian wondered why.
"..." the young anesthesiologist didn''t know how to answer.
Wu Mian stood in the corner of the operating room to observe the whole audience. When he heard Zheng Linyuan speak, he frowned slightly, walked over and asked, "Lin Yuan, don''t you want to sleep for a while?"
"Already asleep." Zheng Linyuan gave Wu Mian a big smile. I don''t know why. When he saw Wu Mian, he seemed to see his relatives, similar to his attitude towards old Mr. Chu, "but when he called me, I woke up and had a look."
Zheng Linyuan speaks vaguely, but he is still very organized and has a high IQ.
"Go to sleep. From now on, don''t wake up except I call you." Wu Mian said gently.
"OK." Zheng Linyuan nodded.
He was wearing an oxygen mask on his face and was somewhat restrained in his movement, but his subtle expressions and movements had shown everything.
"Sleep, sleep." Wu Mian said softly, without a trace of impatience. Even inadvertently, he used hypnosis.
Zheng Linyuan closed his eyes and calmly entered the "anesthesia state".
Ren Haitao asked with some worry, "Miss Wu, is this OK?"
"I don''t know." Wu Mian shook his head.
"Er..." Ren Haitao held his voice in one breath and almost didn''t recite it.
Is this what Miss Wu said? This is what Miss Wu said!
"Zheng Linyuan''s situation is special. He has been stimulating bilateral temporal lobes with God''s helmet..."
When Wu Miangang said this, Zheng Linyuan opened his eyes and smiled foolishly on his face.
"The operation is finished? I don''t feel at all." Zheng Linyuan tried to change his angle, "looking" at Wu Mian.
"..." Wu Mian was stunned.
MD！ Zheng Linyuan is really a monster.
Wu Mian also doesn''t know why simple infantile hemiplegia with intractable epilepsy and behavioral disorders will never make people so resistant to drugs. The only explanation is that God''s helmet stimulates bilateral temporal lobes all year round, causing some unknown changes.
Similar scientific research has long been banned, and Wu Mian doesn''t know why.
"Go to sleep." Wu Mian said while thinking, "the operation will be finished soon. Next time, when I call you next time."
"OK." Zheng Linyuan closed his eyes again.
"The patient''s situation is quite special. I''ll give intravenous anesthesia first. I''ll think about it and explain it to the patient''s family." Wu Mian said with a serious expression.
"OK." Ren Haitao nodded.
Although inhalation anesthesia "failed", isn''t there Mr. Wu standing here.
Wu Mian was worried. He thought about it and referred to various cases.
Unfortunately, none of the cases he has contacted is similar to Zheng Linyuan''s situation, and everything has no reference value.
The helmet of God appeared for a very short time and was soon banned as heresy.
In theory, Dr. Michael bosinger, a neuroscientist at Lawrence University in Canada who developed the God helmet, would not wear it every day.
Zheng Linyuan belongs to a different kind.
"Brother, why don''t we stop the operation first? Let''s study it?" Chu Zhixi asked anxiously.
Wu Mian thought and shook his head gently.
"Can you? In case the anesthetic dose is not enough..." Chu Zhixi asked with some worry.
If the amount of anesthetic is not enough, it is lingchi. It was cruel to say this, so Chu Zhixi didn''t finish, but she believed her brother knew what she meant.
"I think about it. Instinctively, I don''t think it will affect the operation," Wu Mian said.
"..." Chu Zhixi was silent.
After general anesthesia, we should have started disinfection and laid aseptic sheets, but in the face of an unknown situation, everyone, including Wu Mian, didn''t know what to do.
The drug dose given to Zheng Linyuan by the anesthesia team led by Ren Haitao will not be a problem of anesthetics after Wu Mian''s approval.
After thinking for ten minutes, Wu Mian whispered, "I''ll explain the situation to old Mr. Chu. I still prefer surgery. Zheng... The patient''s situation can''t be delayed. Frequent epilepsy must be treated effectively."
Chu Zhixi didn''t speak, just nodded.
The operating room was very quiet. After Wu Mian turned and left, there was no communication. Everyone stayed in front of their posts and waited for the final result.
A week''s arduous surgical training originally gave everyone a strong confidence that the operation would probably be completed smoothly.
But before the operation began, there was a moth under anesthesia. No one has seen that nothing can be smoothly anesthetized. From Wu Mian to Ren Haitao, they are all strangers to this.
This makes almost everyone pessimistic about the prospect of this operation.