"Can you do the rest?" Wei Jiayou hooked a few more wires and asked the assistant beside him.
"Yes." The assistant was timid, but he had no choice.
Ling Ran and Wei Jiayou could do cross-departmental surgery, but ordinary doctors really could not do it, and they really did not want to do it.
It was like the students preparing for their high school and college entrance exams. Some students studied calculus by themselves out of boredom after finishing their mathematics, and some students were extremely reluctant to open their English textbooks after finishing their mathematics.
The young doctor who was Wei Jiayou's assistant used to be a little genius, but to be honest, learning cardiovascular surgery had already exhausted him. If he had to learn hepatectomy from scratch, he really wanted to die.
But he could not do it. If he died in the hospital, he would be sent to the ICU and tied up. The assistant could only follow Wei Jiayou to open up a new field.
And he was really not that confident when it came to surgeries in new fields.
It was not that he did not know how to do it, but he did not trust himself. It was not like he had performed hundreds of surgeries and knew when he might encounter different situations.
Wei Jiayou did not care about this. After getting a positive answer, Wei Jiayou took off his surgical gown and walked out.
The circulating nurse quickly asked, "Doctor Wei, aren't you going to watch Doctor Ling's livestream?"
"I'm going back to the waiting room. The operating theater is too noisy." Wei Jiayou did not even turn his head and walked out of the operating theater quickly.
The assistant who stayed in the operating theater watched as the door closed for a few seconds before he turned around and said, "Um, Doctor Zhang, can you do me a favor?"
The person he called out was a doctor from the Department of Hepatobiliary and Pancreatic Surgery who was about the same age as him. He was not very experienced, but he had performed hepatobiliary and pancreatic surgery for nearly ten years in the clinic. At this time, he smiled slightly. "This is not my patient, I can't do it."
"Ah, he's from the Department of Hepatobiliary and Pancreatic Surgery. I'll treat you to a meal later, really." The assistant was so guilty that he was being modest.
He still lacked confidence and hoped that there could be a doctor who was familiar with the surgery to help him. Whether he could do it or not was secondary. The first thing he needed was to stop himself from making a big mistake.
The doctor from the Department of Hepatobiliary and Pancreatic Surgery felt a little good. He pretended to sigh helplessly and smiled. "Now you remember that he's from the Department of Hepatobiliary and Pancreatic Surgery … Alright, is it appropriate for him to eat Japanese food at night?"
"Yes!" The assistant agreed very quickly.
The doctor from the Department of Hepatobiliary, Pancreatic and Pancreatic Surgery went to wash his hands. The operating theater became slightly quieter, and only the sound from the screen could be heard.
"Pliers."
"Gauze."
"Cut."
Ling Ran's voice could be heard clearly in the high-definition video of the heart.
"How nice."
"I should record the music that helps me sleep that night … That's right! We should record Doctor Ling's voice and use it as sleeping music. "
"Yeah, yeah."
The young nurses on the scene responded one after another. Some of them even wanted to use professional equipment to record the sound, so they called all the nurses in the Department of Surgery who were free to help.
Soon, a few nurses in the operating theater were ready to record the surgery individually. One of them pressed the record button and looked at the screen with anticipation.
A voice came out of the speakers at the same time. It was Ling Ran's extremely magnetic voice.
"Open the endotherm knife to 250,000 watts. Now blunt dissection of the connective tissue … Silver clips … Lu Wenbin, I can see the diaphragmatic artery and the superior epigastric artery. Start dissection from here …"
"Keep an eye on the organization."
"Prepare the solution of Type-3 Miliary."
Lu Wenbin could be heard shouting in the room.
"This heart is quite fat."
"The fat around the pericardium is a little thick."
"Sigh, from my angle, the left atrium looks a little like the elbow."
A few young nurses looked at each other.
The circulating nurse asked in a low voice, "Can this recording still be used?"
"I think it's a little … I'm afraid that if I play this recording, my husband won't sleep with me anymore."
"Why don't we put it in the dining room? It'll go well with the fatty elbow."
The assistant who was finishing up the surgery and the hepatobiliary and pancreatic surgeon who had returned to his position looked at each other. Their expressions were so stiff that they looked like they had just cut a liver.
In the small waiting room.
Wei Jiayou stood in front of the screen in his waiting room and looked at the blood-red heart with a solemn expression.
He had seen many hearts in various forms. When he looked at the one in front of him, he was sure that multiple coronary artery transplants were needed.
Speaking of which, this was not a big deal. Nowadays, when people were admitted to the Department of Cardiovascular Surgery, most of their blood vessels were in a state of collapse, and the proportion of patients who needed multiple coronary artery transplants was much higher than before the era of stents.
However, for a doctor in the Department of Cardiovascular Surgery, being able to perform multiple coronary artery transplants meant that he had a high level of proficiency.
From Wei Jiayou's perspective, proficiency should have been the best threshold to stop Ling Ran, just like how he was accumulating his proficiency by performing hepatectomy every day. No matter how good his skills were, it would be nonsense if he did not have enough surgeries. This was because the situation in the surgery was ever-changing, and there must be enough clinical trials to be able to carry out more perfect surgeries. The more advanced the surgery, the more they would pay attention to these.
"This guy …" Wei Jiayou suddenly thought of a scene from a Japanese manga.
Then, while Wei Jiayou looked at the screen, he took out a bottle of Hermes Gentian White Perfume from the drawer beside him and sprayed it on his wrist.
"This feels good." Wei Jiayou took a deep breath in a very ceremonial manner and focused on the screen.
Ling Ran had officially started to suture the replaced coronary artery.
The diamond-shaped interface for the lateral anastomosis was made very small by Ling Ran, and it could be said to be a very detailed operation.
When the anastomosis was about to be sutured, Wei Jiayou clearly noticed that Ling Ran deliberately pointed the bridging blood vessel to the next anastomosis.
"Well done."
"No problem."
"Pretty good."
A few people's comments appeared on the screen at the right time.
Wei Jiayou focused and saw that among the people who commented with their real names, there were familiar names like Tong Gaoyi and Wang Tian.
Needless to say, these people's skills were high, and they only commented after confirming Ling Ran's skills.
Wei Jiayou could not help but furrow his eyebrows. He thought, 'Ling Ran must be deliberately planning to perform heart surgery because he's targeting me. 'Looks like I've still underestimated my enemy. I can't underestimate anyone in the world. I'm not the only one who wants to do things in the heart of my enemy. An opponent like Ling Ran also wants to do the same thing.'
At this moment, if he went back to perform hepatectomy, it would no longer be of much use.
Wei Jiayou returned to the couch and quietly watched Ling Ran's operation on the screen.
It was very natural, very smooth, and very rhythmic …
"It's at least 70% of my skills." Wei Jiayou's expression became even more solemn. He could not help but think that he could not take his annual leave this year. It would be best if he increased his surgery volume by 20% to 30% during the Chinese New Year. He should still be able to maintain his advantage over Ling Ran.
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