Overpowered Resident Doctor
Chapter 347 - 346: Seeking Life from Death
A Cadillac luxury van was parked on an emergency shoulder of the airport expressway.
A military SUV was parked in front of it, and another behind.
Yan Feifan sat in the luxury van with the window rolled down, on the phone with Qin Feng.
"Mr. Yan, the brain tumor patient I just took on has high-risk indicators for a cerebral herniation. He’s already in a coma and needs surgery as soon as possible."
"The problem is, his brain tumor is located right in the brain’s cognitive center. The slightest damage could leave him with severe cognitive impairment."
Qin Feng then revealed, "Mr. Yan, this patient is a key researcher in a cutting-edge national defense project."
"He was worried about an accident during the surgery, so he kept putting it off."
"But now, he can’t put it off any longer."
"Mr. Yan, you’re the only one who might be able to save him now..."
Hearing this, Yan Feifan extended a hand toward a young military officer standing ramrod straight outside the van.
The young officer understood quickly and immediately handed over the MRI scans he was holding.
Yan Feifan took the films, held them up to the light coming through the other side of the van, and took a look...
His brow furrowed instantly.
"Mr. Qin, the risk for this surgery is incredibly high."
As Yan Feifan’s words faded, the sound of Qin Feng’s wry laugh came through the phone.
"Sigh, the patient put it off for too long."
"Before I met you, Mr. Yan, all I could do in a case like this was make a hail-mary attempt and leave the rest to fate."
"But, Mr. Yan, if you can shift the tumor slightly up and to the right, avoiding the complex neural nodes in the cognitive center, there’s still a chance of success."
"What’s even more fortunate is that you, Mr. Yan, happen to be in Jingcheng."
"Could I call this a sign that fate is on our side?"
Yan Feifan said frankly, "Mr. Qin, don’t overestimate me. I’m looking at these scans right now and have absolutely no idea where to start."
Qin Feng’s voice came through the phone again.
"Mr. Yan, just come here first. The patient doesn’t have much time; something critical could happen at any moment."
"As for the puncture approach, please give it some thought on your way here..."
Yan Feifan hung up and said to the driver in front, "Let’s go. Follow the military vehicle!"
"Yes, Mr. Yan!"
Yu Youhai’s personal driver, forty-two-year-old Liu Jiang, responded loudly.
At the same time, he slowly pressed the accelerator, and the vehicle’s vibrations grew more intense...
Shortly after taking the nearest exit off the airport expressway, the driver, Liu Jiang, noticed...
Two police motorcycles, sirens wailing, were clearing a path for them up ahead. They blew through red lights without even slowing down.
Police escort clearing the way, military vehicles guarding them—Liu Jiang’s blood boiled with excitement.
In all his years of driving in Jingcheng, he had seen this kind of privileged passage on the roads many times.
But he never imagined he would get to experience it himself.
Of course, Liu Jiang was well aware that he was just a driver riding on Mr. Yan’s coattails.
Still, it was enough to give him bragging rights with his friends and family for a good while.
Liu Jiang glanced at the rearview mirror and saw the impossibly young Mr. Yan, his brow furrowed in deep thought.
’I wonder what kind of big shot this patient is.’
As Liu Jiang secretly speculated about the mysterious patient’s identity, he drove with increasing care, afraid that any sudden jolt would interrupt Mr. Yan’s train of thought...
At 5:10 PM, the three vehicles entered the PLA General Hospital in Jingcheng. They wound past several buildings before finally stopping in front of a small, square, seven-story gray building.
Before the van had even come to a complete stop, a young soldier ran to the front of the Cadillac and pulled open the door.
Yan Feifan rubbed his aching forehead and got out of the van.
He swayed slightly to steady himself, then looked up to see Qin Feng in a white lab coat, hurrying over to meet him.
"Figured anything out?"
Looking at Qin Feng’s anxious face, Yan Feifan replied softly, "Mr. Qin, I couldn’t come up with a foolproof plan. We can only take a risk and try."
He emphasized, "Mr. Qin, with my proposed approach, if the surgery fails, the patient might not even get the chance to be left with cognitive impairment."
Qin Feng said in a low voice, "Mr. Yan, the patient’s condition is already a gamble, a fight for life in the jaws of death."
"The patient’s family and the leaders of the relevant departments are all very clear on this point."
Qin Feng then said, enunciating each word, "Mr. Yan, you just do what you need to do, boldly and without reservation."
"If any problems or responsibilities arise, I, Qin Feng, will bear them."
Yan Feifan appreciated the other man’s straightforward and direct manner. He nodded. "Let’s go to the operating room."
He added, "Get me a few pieces of chocolate."
On the way here, Yan Feifan’s brain had been firing on all cylinders, operating at high speed.
In the world of his consciousness, he and Yiyi had divided the labor, working together to run trial-and-error simulations for the puncture injection approach.
For some time now—perhaps because the patients Yan Feifan encountered weren’t very challenging,
or perhaps because Yiyi couldn’t find any faults in Yan Feifan’s work,
or maybe it was because the Chinese medicine prescribed by Yu Suye’s granduncle had the effect of nourishing his spirit and replenishing his essence— 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚
in any case, for a long time, Yiyi and the others hadn’t actively appeared before Yan Feifan.
This patient’s tumor, however, was a real headache for Yan Feifan.
In the world of his consciousness, Yan Feifan had tried calling out, and to his surprise, Yiyi had actually responded and appeared.
He and Yiyi had tried and simulated hundreds of puncture approaches, finally settling on a solution that was equal parts danger and opportunity.
This grueling, overclocked thinking had taken a huge toll on Yan Feifan.
Not only did he have a headache and blurred vision, but the moment he stepped out of the van, Yan Feifan actually felt exhausted and his legs felt weak...
Yan Feifan followed Qin Feng into an elevator to the third floor. A female nurse waiting outside handed him a handful of chocolates.
Yan Feifan wolfed down six pieces, then took the milk another nurse handed him and chugged half the bottle.
"Mr. Qin, let’s start with a tumor biopsy..."
In the operating room, while waiting for the tumor tissue to atrophy after being denatured and deactivated by ethanol, Yan Feifan explained the injection puncture point and the corresponding surgical path he had devised.
Qin Feng said pensively, "Mr. Yan, this plan of yours—sacrificing the lesser for the greater—is truly ruthless."
"Leaving aside other things for now, removing the right eyeball before the main surgery, and on top of that, destroying the right auditory nerve..."
"However..."
Qin Feng thought for another moment and said, "If the tumor shrinks as you envision, and we approach with the incision from these two directions..."
"The success rate of the surgery..."
"...would indeed increase by ten to twenty percent."
Yan Feifan stressed, "Mr. Qin, the crucial point is here..."
He pointed to a spot on an MRI scan of the cranial tumor and explained, "According to my plan, the tumor resection will inevitably involve this area near the brainstem."
"Mr. Qin, if you accidentally damage this area..."
"The patient won’t get a chance at cognitive impairment; he won’t make it off the operating table."
Qin Feng began pacing again, lost in thought.
Ten-odd minutes later, he abruptly stopped, his eyes shining as he looked at Yan Feifan.
"Mr. Yan, your plan is more radical than what I had in mind, but it’s undeniable that the chance of success is also higher."
"I believe the patient would rather live with a clear mind than live in a muddled daze."
"Damn it. To snatch life from the jaws of death... let’s do it!"
He shouted to someone outside the door, "Get an ophthalmologist in here to assist, now!"