Chapter 971
Chapter 971:
Initially, they presumed it would be an ordinary procedure. Little did they anticipate that it would escalate into a major incident.
After gathering the patient’s medical history from their family, screening for infectious diseases, and thoroughly explaining the risks associated with the surgery, the team proceeded with the preparations.
Once everything was set, Belinda and the resident physician took their positions at the operating table, ready to begin. However, the moment they opened the patient’s chest, they immediately noticed a severe issue—excessive intrathoracic pressure had caused the heart to swell dangerously.
Before Belinda could assess the situation further, a sudden burst of blood gushed from the open cavity.
The spray was so unexpected and forceful that neither Belinda nor the resident physician could react in time. Warm blood splattered directly onto their exposed skin.
A nearby nurse rushed forward, quickly dabbing at the crimson streaks on their faces.
Just then, the operating room doors swung open, and another nurse hurried inside, her face pale.
“The lab just called. They said the patient is HIV…â€
Her voice faltered as her gaze landed on the blood still smeared on Belinda’s and the resident physician’s skin. Her throat tightened in sheer horror.
Several agonizing seconds passed before she managed to squeeze out the final word. “Positive.â€
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For a moment, the entire operating room fell into stunned silence. The weight of those words hit like a physical blow. The patient was a carrier of AIDS.
This was occupational exposure.
In the medical field, such exposure referred to direct contact with infectious agents or hazardous substances that could jeopardize healthcare workers’ health—or even their lives.
The other doctors and nurses in the room stared at Belinda and the resident physician, wide-eyed, their expressions frozen.
Despite wearing masks, the blood had splattered onto the uncovered areas of their faces, dangerously close to their eyes.
Belinda felt the color drain from her face.
The sounds of the operating room faded into a distant hum, drowned out by the words that kept echoing in her mind—HIV positive.
Her chest rose and fell in rapid, shallow breaths.
Across from her, the resident physician swayed slightly, his eyes reddening as realization set in.
Meanwhile, the extracorporeal circulation doctor wasted no time. He grabbed the operating room phone and immediately reported the incident.
This wasn’t a minor accident; it was a medical emergency. Urgent protocols needed to be enacted.
And most critically, the surgery had to continue. If they stopped now, the patient wouldn’t survive.
The hospital wasted no time reaching out to other doctors, urgently searching for someone to take over.
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