Rebirth: My Dear Little Wife Is So Scheming

"What? Resistance to anesthesia?" Yu Shaohua was already outside the operating room, communicating through a layer of transparent glass with the doctor inside, Zhu Jiang.

"Dean, the situation is critical. It’s no longer possible to inject Director Jin with anesthesia; it’s too risky! Once done, the patient might never wake up. But without anesthesia, how can we proceed with the surgery? Director Jin’s condition is very bad! His condition could deteriorate any moment, which might endanger his life." The situation was urgent, otherwise there wouldn’t be such panic.

What should be done?

Yu Shaohua had just been with foreign experts, and now such a serious issue had arisen in his own hospital.

This was a situation so rare it might happen only once in a hundred years. He had no choice but to seek help humbly.

Several foreign experts had already been invited to the observation room outside the operating room. When they heard about this, they were shocked. With a good translation, the foreign experts recalled similar cases, but not acute appendicitis. It was a gastric perforation patient who had high resistance to anesthesia, making it impossible to anesthetize him. In the end, they had no choice but to inject an overdose of anesthetic—almost five times the amount for an average person before it took effect.

But although the surgery was successful, the patient never woke up again and became a vegetable.

This issue of anesthesia resistance had also been brought up by many scholars as a research topic, but so far, no one had come up with an effective solution.

Jin Junshan’s face had turned pale with pain.