Under the microscope, the capillaries around the Achilles tendon were as dense as spider webs, just like the fields in Jiangnan.
The blood flow was faster than the water in the fields. Under the microscope, the capillaries that were far away from the blood pump (heart) were still carrying out their tasks.
Ling Ran used the Zhu-Ling Achilles Repair Technique to stubbornly separate the blood vessels around Li Tianhong's Achilles tendon. This was a job that capable doctors were unwilling to do, and incompetent doctors could not do.
He spent a few hours avoiding the blood vessels bit by bit. If he could not avoid them or accidentally cut them, he would repair them if he could, but if he could not … he would lose them …
Ling Ran had mastered the Perfect Level Achilles Repair Technique, but in a few hours, if he wanted to make every cut and stitch just right, it would depend on the definition of just right.
According to the traditional Achilles tendon repair technique, as long as the major blood vessels were not cut, everything would be just right and good.
But under the requirements of the Zhu-Ling Achilles Repair Technique, the loss of capillaries was already a sign of the success of the surgery.
If a mediocre doctor was given ten seconds, it would not be a problem for him to avoid the capillaries. If he was given another five minutes to suture a capillary, he might be able to suture it. But that was the longest he could last. A surgery that lasted for two to three hours, cutting and suturing dozens or even hundreds of capillaries, would make a normal doctor despair at the thought of it.
Some people might ask, 'Is there a big difference between ten seconds and three hours?'
Ignore the previous question and repeat the question, 'Is there a big difference between ten seconds and three hours?'
The tiger, seahorse, giant gecko, fur seal, and pangolin had something to say, 'F * ck!'
Li Tianhong also had something to say, 'I want to play the whole game, at least half the game, at most fifteen minutes, don't be paralyzed …'
Su Jiafu looked at Li Tianhong's crooked face and suddenly said impulsively, "I should have asked him if I could take a photo with him just now."
"Isn't it the same when he wakes up?" Lu Wenbin answered Su Jiafu while he was busy with the surgery.
Compared to before, Lu Wenbin's task was much heavier. This was also Ling Ran's operating mode when he was at the operating table. The more work his assistant could take on, the more work he could do. Otherwise, if the assistant only operated the retractor like a fool, he could also finish the surgery alone.
This was also one of the reasons why doctors who were familiar with Ling Ran's surgical procedures would not criticize Ling Ran's surgeries.
Usually, a doctor's procedure for a certain surgery was fixed. If they could assign the burden of the chief surgeon and the assistants in stages, they would already be very familiar with it. Most doctors could not assign the burden in a linear manner.
Because of this, Lu Wenbin and the others grew extremely fast.
Under other doctors, there was no such good thing. As their skills increased, they would immediately get the opportunity to practice.
It was very common for some young doctors to reach a bottleneck.
Even Su Jiafu felt that his skills had improved by leaps and bounds as he followed Ling Ran in performing surgeries.
He looked at Li Tianhong's crooked face and said with some regret, "It's rare to meet a big shot. I have to take a picture of him after he's anesthetized. Otherwise, how can I prove that I was the one who anesthetized him?"
As Su Jiafu spoke, he used his hand to support Li Tianhong's face and said, "Look at this tongue. It's very unique when it sticks out."
"Based on what you said, I should take a picture with his Achilles tendon." Lu Wenbin teased with pride. For a young doctor, being able to meet the Achilles tendon of a famous athlete was already very valuable.
Ma Yanlin said gloomily, "The Achilles tendon is mine."
"It's usually yours, but this time, it's mine." Lu Wenbin acted as the middleman for Ling Ran while he declared his ownership.
Ma Yanlin was the second assistant. He held the retractor in his hand and did not show any temper.
"Forceps."
"Scissors."
"Pad it with gauze."
Ling Ran's orders came one after another. The few people who had performed many Achilles tendon repairs immediately became alert. They were going to suture the Achilles tendon.
Compared to the operation of blood vessels, the suturing of the Achilles tendon was the final and most important step. Ma Yanlin and Lu Wenbin could not help but become serious.
In fact, when other doctors performed Achilles tendon repairs, they only paid attention to the Achilles tendon. How to expose the Achilles tendon, how to expose the Achilles tendon, how to suture the Achilles tendon … Once these steps were done, the Achilles tendon would be considered sutured, and the patient's basic motor ability would definitely be preserved. The rest would depend on the patient's own recovery.
Basic tissues such as capillaries would grow on their own when the patient healed to ensure blood supply. In this aspect, the human body could be said to be very intelligent. The current so-called intelligent medical treatment could not reach this level at all.
However, the number and strength of the newly grown capillaries would definitely not be able to compare to the previous ones. The blood supply capacity was also not as good. This was not a problem for ordinary people. The human body originally had a compensatory mechanism. However, for football players, especially football players who relied on strength, it was impossible for them to rely on compensatory mechanisms.
Li Tianhong looked for Ling Ran for surgery partly because of Liu Weichen's recommendation, and partly because of Academician Zhu's suggestion. The remaining reason was because Ling Ran mastered the Zhu-Ling Achilles Repair Technique, which was recognized in the industry as an Achilles tendon repair technique with a strong prognosis.
The prognosis was better than the Achilles tendon repair technique with minor trauma using arthroscopy.
It was just that it was a little too troublesome.
Ma Yanlin, who was actively learning the Achilles tendon repair technique, was a little resentful about this. Other people's Achilles tendon repair technique could be done easily, but if he were to perform Ling Ran's Achilles tendon repair technique, he would not be able to complete it in two or three hours.
Most importantly, if he learned from Ling Ran and made a large incision that was fourteen or fifteen inches long, it would be awkward if the effect was not as good as minimally invasive surgery.
"It's been an hour." Su Jiafu reported the time.
He had to use the anesthetic beforehand, and he had to use it according to Ling Ran's surgery time.
Ling Ran hummed in acknowledgment and said, "Another fifteen minutes."
In terms of difficulty, Ling Ran's speed was already very fast. Of course, it was slower than his previous surgeries because Li Tianhong's condition was more complicated.
Athletes who relied on strength were especially powerful when their Achilles tendons were ruptured.
* Shick. *
The door of the operating theater was stepped open.
"How's the situation?" Huo Congjun walked in with his hands behind his back like a neighbor's uncle.
The young doctors and nurses in the operating theater trembled like grandchildren, and they greeted him in a low voice, "Department Director Huo …"
"It's almost done. I'll take advantage of the remaining time to suture a few more blood vessels." Ling Ran's hands moved quickly.
Huo Congjun looked at him with a smile and asked, "Is it smooth?"
"It's quite smooth."
"It's good that it's smooth." Huo Congjun's expression was obviously a little more relaxed.
Su Jiafu quietly stepped on a round stool and asked, "Department Director Huo, are you still worried? No matter how difficult Doctor Ling's surgery is, he can still perform it smoothly."
"It's not that I'm worried, but the patient's mother can't stop crying outside." Huo Congjun's mind was filled with questions. "There are no other patients in the VIP patient building, and the doctors and nurses can't stop them either …"
"I can't tell." The young nurse's chest and back were so full of gossip that it was almost impossible to tell.
"He's an only child, and he has been playing football since he was in elementary school. He hasn't gone to school, and his family doesn't have any background. He didn't earn much because of his previous contract. He bought a small house and still has a loan. If he can't play football, his life will be ruined. "Huo Congjun repeated the information he heard before.
At this time, Ling Ran raised his head and only said, "It won't be ruined."
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