Xu Qinghe kept a close eye on the monitor. The patient's heart rate, blood pressure, and oxygen saturation were all stable.
Just as Shi Wenli's instrument probed deeper into the lesion area, the patient's heart rate suddenly dropped, and blood pressure followed.
Xu Qinghe immediately informed Shi Wenli: "Director Shi, the heart rate is dropping. Pause for a moment!"
She simultaneously administered medication and adjusted the infusion rates.
Soon, the patient's vital signs stabilized.
Each time the deep lesion tissue was dissected, it stimulated the patient.
Shi Wenli: "Dr. Xu, how are the patient's vital signs?"
Xu Qinghe: "Blood pressure is stable now, at 115. Heart rate and oxygen saturation are within normal range. You can continue; no need to stop."
This was the first time she worked alongside Shi Wenli as the lead anesthesiologist. She precisely adjusted the depth of anesthesia, maintaining intracranial pressure within the ideal range needed for his surgery.
With stable intracranial pressure and a clean, clear surgical field, Shi Wenli accurately bypassed the language functional area and completely resected the lesion.
At 12:45 PM, the resection surgery was successfully completed.
Zhang Xun, who was recording the anesthesia record, also breathed a sigh of relief.
He was lucky that his mentor was an outstanding anesthesiologist like Xu Qinghe, who specialized in neurosurgery and cardiac anesthesia, allowing him to follow such complex surgeries every day.
The entire surgery lasted nearly four and a half hours.
Shi Wenli got off the operating table and prepared to eat, as he had another surgery to attend to.
Xu Qinghe needed to wait for the patient to wake up and conduct postoperative tests.
Before leaving, Shi Wenli said to Xu Qinghe, "Dr. Xu, you've worked hard."
Xu Qinghe replied with a smile, "Director Shi, you've worked hard too."
She was happy for the success of the patient's surgery.
And also happy that her first partnership with Shi Wenli had gone so smoothly.
Shi Wenli glanced at her surgical cap. He didn't recall seeing this pattern before he went abroad for training. "Dr. Xu, how many surgical caps do you own?"
"Plenty—half a cabinet at home."
"Do you pick one at random every day?"
"No."
Xu Qinghe pointed to her clogs. "They have to match my shoes."
"..."
Shi Wenli looked at her feet—a pair of sea-blue clogs with penguin decorations.
He laughed silently.
"You go ahead with your work." He left the operating room.