This was also a joint operation involving multiple departments.
In addition to Yan Feifan and Mr. Qin Peikun, head of Neurosurgery, others who had been notified and rushed over included neurosurgeon Zheng Ling, Wang Xuan from the Interventional Department, and Mr. Jing from Ophthalmology.
The assembled specialists gathered in the operating room, looking at the real-time images on the monitor to conduct an on-the-spot consultation and analysis.
It had to be said, this female patient in her thirties was incredibly lucky.
The scans showed that the chopstick had just barely scraped past several major blood vessels—the cavernous segment of the internal carotid artery, the right middle cerebral artery, and the posterior cerebral artery—without puncturing them.
The scans showed no signs of serious bleeding.
Everyone in the operating room turned their attention to Yan Feifan.
Mr. Qin instructed, "Mr. Yan, it’s up to you now. We need to remove the chopstick so we can proceed with the next step of treatment."
Just then, Mr. Jing from Ophthalmology interjected, "Mr. Yan, success or failure rests entirely on you."
"If you nick a major vessel during the removal, the patient’s chances of survival will be quite slim."
Zheng Ling spoke up defensively, her voice tinged with displeasure, "Mr. Jing, was there any need for you to point that out?"
"Mr. Yan has participated in about ten cranial surgeries. He knows more about this than you do."
Zheng Ling looked at Yan Feifan and said, "Mr. Yan, don’t hesitate. We trust you!"
Qin Peikun also said in a grave voice, "Mr. Yan, I wouldn’t have asked you if I didn’t trust you. If anything goes wrong, I’ll take full responsibility."
Mr. Jing, standing to the side, looked rather displeased.
But given Yan Feifan’s track record and the current situation, he couldn’t say anything more and could only watch from the sidelines with a critical eye.
Yan Feifan walked to the lead surgeon’s position at the operating table, held out his hand, and said, "Bone rongeur!"
As soon as he spoke, the scrub nurse immediately placed the heavy bone rongeur in Yan Feifan’s hand.
Yan Feifan’s expression was not tense, and his movements showed no hesitation. He swiftly and decisively clamped the bone rongeur onto the exposed section of the chopstick.
To prevent further brain damage and avoid nicking any blood vessels, Yan Feifan couldn’t wiggle the chopstick from side to side. He could only pull it straight out along its insertion path, without any deviation...
Yan Feifan applied pressure, pulling slowly and steadily in a single direction...
Mr. Qin, Zheng Ling, Dr. Wang, and Mr. Jing weren’t looking at Yan Feifan. Their eyes were glued to the real-time scans on the monitor.
Suddenly, they saw the image of the stick on the scan begin to move. It slid out smoothly, gently, and naturally...
As if it were a piece of cake, Yan Feifan smoothly and easily pulled out the chopstick, then quickly exited the operating room.
It wasn’t that he didn’t want to stay and kill more time under the guise of observing; it was the radiation in the operating room and the heavy lead suit he had to wear.
’I’m still young. My health comes first.’
’If I dawdle in the changing room a bit longer,’ Yan Feifan thought, ’it’ll be six o’clock—quitting time.’
’I’ll have successfully stalled my way through another day.’
He never expected that as soon as he walked into the changing room, he would be dumbfounded.
Mr. Miao Quan was waiting for him right there in the changing room.
"You little brat. Let’s see you try and hide now..."