The Prime Minister's Darling novel Chapter 1437

Chapter 1437: 702 Success

Had Gu Yan not been struck by that palm from Nangong Li, there might have been a slight chance for a transcatheter closure — it would only require an extremely thin sheath to be inserted from the leg to the heart, delivering the occluder right to the defect, easily blocking the gap.

But now, the area of defect was too large, too big for the tiny occlusion umbrella to handle, which made an invasive cardiac surgery necessary.

Watching the spot Gu Jiao was disinfecting, the National Master asked, "You’re not performing a standard thoracotomy?"

A standard thoracotomy entails cutting open the sternum from above the heart. It’s a straightforward procedure with a large exposure area that doesn’t require extraordinarily high precision from the physician.

However, Gu Jiao opted to make a small incision under Gu Yan’s right armpit, significantly elevating the difficulty level.

"A standard thoracotomy leaves too long of a wound, and the probability of complications like pericardial effusion after surgery is also higher."

She didn’t want to leave such an unsightly scar on Gu Yan’s chest, nor did she want to cause greater damage to his body.

A right-sided incision meant less trauma, spared the bones and muscles, and although it made the operation much trickier for her, the recovery and potential complications post-surgery would be substantially reduced. Moreover, such a small incision could be treated with Scar Ointment from the Research Institute.

Gu Yan still cared about his appearances, after all.

Gu Jiao inserted the cannula into the incision, establishing external circulation, and that’s when the real surgery began.

...

Inside the side room, Elder Master Meng sat shaking his leg.

Ya He, seeing even the always composed and calm Chess Sage of the Six Nations beginning to shake his leg, couldn’t help but offer words of comfort, "Elder Master Meng, you needn’t be too nervous. With the National Master here, the surgery is sure to go smoothly."

Ya He was unaware that the actual lead surgeon was Gu Jiao. All disciples in the National Master Hall treated the National Master as a deity, their belief in him unwavering, whether in terms of medical skills or divination, the National Master was seen by everyone as always capable of creating miracles.

"I’m not nervous," Elder Master Meng said.

"Then your leg..." Ya He pointed to Elder Master Meng’s right leg, which was shaking vigorously.

Elder Master Meng surreptitiously pressed down on his right leg and asked in a deep voice, "What’s wrong with my leg?"

Ya He glanced at the leg he had pressed down and then at his left leg, which had started shaking involuntarily.

Ya He: "..."

...

At Tianqiong Academy, Gu Xiaoshun went to Mingxin Hall to ask for leave from the teacher who had classes that day.

A couple of days ago, Master Jiang had rescheduled his classes; today was all Master Gao’s Arithmetic classes.

"Why is Xiao Liulang absent again?" Master Gao asked.

This was a very troubling issue. The student not only had a record of being frequently disciplined but also often asked for leave.

"What illness has he contracted this time?"

Gu Xiaoshun replied, "It’s not Xiao Liulang who’s ill, it’s Gu Yan. Xiao Liulang has taken Gu Yan to the National Master Hall for surgery."

Master Gao said nothing more.

He wouldn’t care about a student who never listened in class and only ever copied his homework!

"Class begins," Master Gao, sitting at the lecture podium, stated indifferently, "Bring out the homework assigned yesterday, and we’ll start by looking at how to solve the first surgery question."

Students: "..."

Master Gao: "..."

...

In the mansion, Nanny Nan fed Black Wind King and Horse King while expressing her feeling of unease, "My heart’s all in a flutter, I just feel like something’s about to happen."

Black Wind King, used to eating fine edibles, found it difficult to even start on the plain grass and vegetable leaves they provided.

Horse King, on the other hand, munched away noisily.

Master Lu said, "You’re overthinking it. That’s the National Master Hall you’re talking about; I’ve never heard of anyone who couldn’t be cured there."

Nanny Nan glared at him, "And how much do you know about the National Master Hall?"

"I..." Master Lu choked, muttering softly, "I was just trying to comfort you."

"Sigh." Nanny Nan let out a heavy sigh and turned her gaze toward the door.

Just as Black Wind King mustered up the courage to take a nibble of the leaf, Nanny Nan moved the dustpan away in a daze.

Black Wind King: "..."

...

Halfway through the surgery, the blood plasma provided by the first-aid kit was running out, and Gu Yan’s blood pressure plummeted drastically. If it continued like this, he would die on the operating table from excessive blood loss.

"Draw from me," Gu Jiao said.

"The surgery isn’t over," the National Master reminded.

"I know." Gu Jiao rolled up her sleeves, "Leukocyte filtration device."

The National Master looked deeply at Gu Jiao and said, "Do you realize that what you’re doing now is both insane and dangerous? I’ve never seen a physician draw their own blood for a patient on the operating table." _{freēwēbηovel.c૦m}

Gu Jiao extended her arm, "Draw it quickly."