Gu Zheng was rushed into the operating room.
Song Ning turned to Director Wang. Her eyes were red, but her gaze was resolute.
"Director Wang! If a clot is blocking it, we'll clear it! It isn't time to despair yet! Please keep helping me!"
She quickly entered the changing room to prepare for scrubbing in.
Director Wang let out a long sigh and hurried in after her.
The sutures in the wound on Gu Zheng's left upper arm were cut open.
Under the microscope, a thin layer of dark red clot could clearly be seen coating the grafted vein.
More troubling still, the vessel wall near the anastomosis was visibly swollen and thickened.
"Remove the clot, excise the affected vessel wall, and suture it again."
She spoke calmly, her hands already moving swiftly.
Using forceps, she gently removed the clot, then flushed the vessel lumen with heparinized saline. Several clots the size of tiny grains of rice washed out.
Then she cut away a short section of the most severely swollen vessel wall, carefully trimmed it, and sutured it.
This time, her movements were faster, steadier, and swifter.
The instant she released the vascular clamps again, pink color spread from the wrist toward the fingertips, and the bluish discoloration on the back of his hand quickly faded.
"It's flowing!"
Listening to the continuous, strong whooshing from the Doppler Probe, Song Ning finally felt her strength begin to give out.
She set down the probe and stood braced against the edge of the operating table for quite a while before turning to gently wrap Gu Zheng's arm in gauze soaked in warm saline.
"Child, go and rest! I'll watch over him myself from here!" Director Wang said, his heart aching for her.
He had witnessed every step of Song Ning's efforts