Chapter 50 Chapter 9 Limit Twenty-five Seconds

Gu Yuzhai opened the door, and Mencius stood outside.He has to admit that Mencius' visit surprised him this time. "How did you come?" "Aren't you going to invite me in?" Mencius answered with a question. Gu Yuzhai couldn't refuse.Mencius was not only his friend, but also his boss.He has the right to decide whether he can go to the operating table. "Sure enough, you still have old habits. You like to read all night before the operation. The day after tomorrow, you will have the operation. I think it is necessary for me to talk to you." Mencius obviously did not come here as a friend.

"Are you worried about my state?" Gu Yuzhai felt a little guilty. "Aren't you worried yourself?" Mencius sat down. "I said, I can control it." "Whether it's from the standpoint of a doctor or a friend, I have to remind you that the performance of the operation the day after tomorrow will determine my evaluation of you—" "No need to say any more," Gu Yuzhai interrupted him, "I know what you mean, if I can't control my physical condition, I will lose the qualification to be on the operating table." "Until you fully recover," Mencius didn't say it to death, "it's only temporary."

"But if I miss this opportunity, I have to wait another three years. Opportunities are not always there. Many people are staring at the position of deputy director, and I don't want to give up." Gu Yuzhai did not hide his ambition, maybe this is also It can't be called ambition, it's just a man's pursuit in his career. "Yuzhai," Mencius said with a look of disappointment mixed with worry, "being a doctor should not be too utilitarian. It is unfair for patients to go to the operating table with such a mentality. They are patients and need People you help, not stepping stones to fame and fortune."

"Of course you can say that, because you have already got everything!" Gu Yuzhai's voice suddenly became louder, and then suddenly quiet, probably because he realized his reckless slip of the tongue, a look of remorse was added to his face, "I'm sorry, I know you're doing it for my own good, and I shouldn't have said such things to you." Mencius didn't say anything about him, but just looked at him quietly, trying to see him clearly. Gu Yuzhai also sat down and adjusted his state, "I admit that I am a little nervous, but I really can't rest, give me a chance, I will definitely be able to control it."

It's a pleading tone again, which really doesn't look like him.How much change has happened to his body that he can reveal his guilty conscience and inferiority in a few simple words.It is the fear of failure and the anxiety about the unknown future.These were the first time Mencius saw them on Gu Yuzhai.They met on the rooftop a few months ago, arrogance and self-confidence were written on Gu Yuzhai's face, no matter how cold the wind was, he couldn't take away his domineering "give me nothing".Those stern lines and determined eyes are now half-hidden.In his eyes, there is sincerity, and only sincerity, but this is not Gu Yuzhai's eyes, never has been. "I'm going to have an operation tomorrow. It's never wise to change troops. Don't let me down." Mencius is always well prepared, no matter what the other party says, he always has a way to deal with it. "What book are you reading?" Mencius got up and walked towards Gu Yuzhai's bookshelf, but his eyes swept across his desk.Several thick books were spread out and piled up on the table. The titles of the books and the contents could not be seen clearly.

"It's all the books you've read," Gu Yuzhai adjusted his mood, "or it's just some idle books." "You also read idle books?" Mencius said incredulously, turning to the desk, fiddled with the small desk lamp, but his eyes frantically searched for clues on the pages of books that were spread out. "Your lamp is not bad. Where did you buy it?" Mencius was talking nonsense while delaying time. Any medical term, any analytical diagram, or any symptom description might give him hints or inspiration. "It was a gift from a friend." Gu Yuzhai never took his eyes off Mencius, "If you like it, move it away."

"Gentlemen don't steal people's love," Mencius tactfully refused. He didn't like this style of lamp. "It's getting late, I'm leaving." Gu Yuzhai didn't say to stay, nor did he say to send, but he was already moving towards the door.Sending Mencius away, Gu Yuzhai stuck himself against the door panel, took a deep breath, then returned to the desk, took out a book and a manuscript, and recited them silently, while drawing with a ruler... The day before the operation, Mencius asked Situ and the others to go to the gym to exercise, and told about Gu Yuzhai by the way.

"You said he was reading books on brain surgery?" Mo Fei rubbed his nose, "It doesn't seem to prove anything." "He is a surgeon, and he has good reasons to consult brain surgery books. You also have a lot at home, don't you?" Situ said while running on the treadmill. "You said that there will be a brain surgery tomorrow. Could it be that he is preparing for it?" Jun Ze wiped his sweat and sat down in the rest area. "He is not you, a medical prodigy." "What you said is reasonable, but I always feel something is wrong." Mencius squeezed his neck to relax himself, "I suspect that his illness has something to do with the brain."

"We can't help you in this regard." Jun Ze said truthfully, "When it comes to medicine, you are the expert." Mencius sticks out his tongue helplessly, and now he can only hope that the operation will go well. When Mo Fei came home, An Jing was hugging a pillow and listening to music.She wants to give birth to a baby who loves music, like An Ran, whose body is full of the beauty of music. "What are you thinking about?" Mo Fei kissed her, and then lay on her stomach to listen. Smiling quietly, he reached out to stroke Mo Fei's face.She could feel him, and then touch his cheek accurately, "Do you have something on your mind, is it about Gu Yuzhai?"

Mo Fei shook his head, "He's not qualified, at least not yet, but it's not completely irrelevant to him." Mo Fei sighed, "It's Mencius." "What's wrong with him?" An Jing was nervous. "I don't know how to say it, but I just have a bad feeling that he seems to care too much about Gu Yuzhai." "Aren't they good friends?" Quiet wondered why Mo Fei said that. "They are good friends, but what Mencius did is not like what a good friend would do." Mo Fei frowned, "Maybe I'm too sensitive, but I really feel bad."

"Didn't you and Situ encourage him to continue the investigation?" "Quiet, we are not Gu Yuzhai's friends, we are the police and lawyers, we are the law enforcers and the judiciary," Mofei told the truth, "but he is not, he is Gu Yuzhai's friend." "It would be great if Sister Die was here." The quiet voice suddenly had an ethereal distantness, as if it floated from another world. "Mencius must be very distressed now. At this time, only Sister Die can help him." "Meng Die is always there," Mo Fei held Quiet's hand, "She is by our side, guarding us, never leaving." An Jing hugged Mo Fei's neck, buried her face in the socket of his neck, tears streaming down her face. At 9:30 on Monday morning, the operation began.Anesthesia and craniotomy went well.Next, the two doctors wanted to remove the tumor tissue in the brain blood vessels, and the time allowed for the operation was only 25 seconds.Mencius started first, fixed the hemostats on both sides, and successfully removed the tumor on the left side of the cerebral artery in eight seconds.Then came Gu Yuzhai, who firmly grasped the pliers and inserted them into the patient's brain cavity.The jaws opened, gradually approaching the tumor, and suddenly, the movement stopped. "Yuzhai, what are you doing?" Mencius's heart tightened, and he couldn't help becoming strict. Gu Yuzhai's hands holding the pliers trembled involuntarily, thin beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and a bewildered fear appeared in his eyes. "Doctor Gu, only ten seconds left." The nurse reminded him. "Yuzhai!" Mencius tried his best to control his emotions and held on to the hemostat. Gu Yuzhai looked up at Mencius, and with that look, Mencius began to regret his decision this time.The protruding eyeballs were full of red blood, but the eyes were dull and dry, like a pool of stagnant water, burying despair.He shouldn't have let Gu Yuzhai go to the operating table.Friendship should not pay for the gambling of life. "Go away, I'm coming!" Mencius took the forceps and stretched it towards the milky white tumor. At this moment, the ventilator and monitoring equipment beeped warning sounds at the same time. Mencius knew that the limit of time had come. Gu Yuzhai backed away in a collapsed state until his whole body leaned against the equipment cabinet beside him.The stuffy feeling enveloped his head and pressed down violently. He was out of breath, wanted to vomit, dizzy badly, his eyes were all gray, and the beeping warning tormented him continuously, reminding him that this is the operating room, and The operation is likely to fail, and a life is likely to disappear in this frighteningly cold operating room, and he is the executioner. "Blood pressure drops, only five seconds left!" The nurse said to Mencius. Mencius was still insisting that the pliers had already clamped the tumor. "There are still three seconds!" The nurse's voice also trembled. Mencius put away the pliers, how could this happen?Mencius did not expect that there was a small tumor pressing under the treated tumor. Due to the overlap of positions, it was not found during the filming.There are only two seconds left to twenty-five seconds, but there are still seven seconds to the upper limit. Do you want to take a risk?Mencius clenched the pliers tightly and probed into the patient's brain again. "Twenty-five seconds!" The nurse looked at Mencius. Mencius smiled. He had accurately clamped the tumor hidden in the dark. When he lifted his wrist, the blood vessel was not broken, and the tumor was successfully peeled off. "Let go of the hemostat," Mencius instructed, "ready to suture." "The blood vessel was blocked for 26 seconds, and the blood pressure began to recover after one second of timeout, the heartbeat was normal, and the breathing was normal." The nurse reported the data. After a second of timeout, Mencius twitched his eyelashes and looked at Gu Yuzhai behind him. How can we save this second?