The operating theater of Beijing University Sixth Hospital and the visitation room were visible to each other, but there were different access gates.
The young nurse from the Department of Surgery took out a small transparent bowl containing the vascular fragment from the operating theater, came out from the side door, and carefully carried it to the visitation room.
At the entrance of the visitation room, Professor Feng Zhixiang, Zhu Tongyi, and Associate Hospital Director Wang stood on three sides, and they had been waiting impatiently for a long time.
"Give it to me."
"Okay …"
"I …"
The three of them spoke almost at the same time, and the young nurse who was holding the small blood vessel was at a loss.
"Give it to me," Associate Hospital Director Wang said again.
He was the associate hospital director, so the young nurse obediently handed the small glass bowl to him.
"Let's take a look together." As Associate Hospital Director Wang spoke, he carried the small glass bowl to the middle of the visitation room, and there was a young doctor next to him who handed him clean forceps and other things.
Associate Hospital Director Wang put the small bowl down, took the forceps, and gently poked the vascular fragment.
"How is it?" Behind him, an assistant lecturer from the General Surgery Department was curious.
"You guys try it." Associate Hospital Director Wang did not answer directly. He wanted to use the forceps to pick up the vascular fragment, but he extended his hand forward and retracted it.
When he turned around, Associate Hospital Director Wang even gave up his position.
Behind him, Feng Zhixiang had been waiting impatiently for a long time. He took the forceps and said, "Let me do it." He occupied the best position in the middle by himself.
He was a real expert in the General Surgery Department, not only in the Department of Hepatobiliary and Pancreatic Surgery, but also in the General Surgery Department.
Although Feng Zhixiang did not get the opportunity to enter the Academy of Engineering because the academic intensity of the General Surgery Department was not high, in the medical world, the reputation that he deserved was still a reputation. Standing in this room as a medical expert, Feng Zhixiang did not feel afraid in front of Zhu Tongyi. So what if he was an academician from the Academy of Engineering? He was still from the Orthopedics Department.
Zhu Tongyi was old, and he could not play the game of snatching things. If he gave way a little, the others would not dare to snatch it. A few doctors were holding forceps, but they could not put their hands in.
Feng Zhixiang stretched out a pair of forceps and gently touched the vessel fragment. Then, he stopped.
For a person who had been performing surgeries for forty to fifty years, his familiarity with the blood vessels in the human body could be described as follows: A gourmet had been eating at the same hot pot restaurant three times a day since he was twenty-two years old, and he would order yellow aorta for every meal. For forty to fifty years, the gourmet was very familiar with yellow aorta, but a big shot like Feng Zhixiang was at least ten times more familiar with the human body.
It was conceivable that when Feng Zhixiang poked the vessel fragment with a pair of forceps, he would feel like a gourmet who saw a waiter serving yellow aorta and poked it with a pair of chopsticks.
Is today's yellow aorta crispy? Is today's yellow aorta fresh? How long should today's yellow aorta be cooked? If you can't clearly poke the yellow aorta with chopsticks after eating it for 40 years, you can't be called a gourmet. It's more like being made into yellow aorta by a gourmet.
As soon as Feng Zhixiang put his hand on it, he felt something. However, unlike Director Wang who stopped at the right time, Feng Zhixiang raised his wrist and pinched the forceps twice. He then lowered his posture and gently used the forceps to clamp the blood vessel fragment.
The vessel fragment taken from Academician Du's liver trembled and swayed in the air. It looked like a used broken plastic film in a vegetable field, and it flickered a little.
Feng Zhixiang then slowly turned his wrist and put the vessel fragment back into the glass bowl. He then placed the forceps beside it.
The doctors in the visitation room looked at Feng Zhixiang curiously.
However, because of Feng Zhixiang's status, no one asked anything this time.
Feng Zhixiang smiled and made way for them. He gestured for them to try it themselves.
Associate Hospital Director Wang coughed a few times and said, "Academician Zhu?"
He was a guest from afar, and he was an academician.
"Then, I'll try it first." Zhu Tongyi took the responsibility and stood up. He picked up the forceps and was about to poke the vessel fragment in a carefree manner.
When he was about to reach the edge of the bowl, Zhu Tongyi saw the light smile at the corner of Feng Zhixiang's mouth.
It was a sarcastic smile that came from a general surgeon's natural discrimination toward orthopedic surgeons.
Zhu Tongyi was shocked. The general surgeons were not good people. Associate Hospital Director Wang of Beijing University Sixth Hospital was also from the general surgery department!
Therefore, Zhu Tongyi's wrist moved, and the tip of the forceps turned around the edge of the bowl. Then, Zhu Tongyi held the forceps and gently poked the vessel fragment.
Zhu Tongyi's eyes instantly narrowed.
In terms of age, Zhu Tongyi was seven or eight years older than Feng Zhixiang. If everyone was compared to a gourmet, Zhu Tongyi, a gourmet, had eaten yellow aorta more than 7,665 times than Feng Zhixiang.
Although orthopedists were not as surprised when compared to the general surgeons, their understanding of blood vessels was similar. Using a gourmet as an example, Feng Zhixiang might be more familiar with pork stir-fry, but he did not know how to eat yellow aorta.
Zhu Tongyi smiled, then raised the forceps and pinched the air a few times. Then, he suddenly went down and gently picked up the vessel fragment. He pretended to look at it in the air before he put it back.
Then, Zhu Tongyi stepped aside.
"What kind of riddle are you guys playing?" An assistant lecturer from the Department of Hepatobiliary and Pancreatic Surgery of Beijing University Sixth Hospital could not hold back anymore. He picked up the forceps unhappily and poked it while he complained.
The forceps arrived!
The blood vessel was crushed!
The assistant lecturer was speechless.
Zhu Tongyi and Feng Zhixiang laughed at the same time. 'Hehehehe …'
Associate Hospital Director Wang was too embarrassed to laugh at the doctors from his hospital, but the corners of his mouth also curled up.
"What the hell is this blood vessel …" The assistant lecturer realized the situation a little, and he felt a little embarrassed.
"Peach Crisp Blood Vessel." Feng Zhixiang clicked his tongue and said, "I just came up with this name. What do you think?"
"If you cut the peach crisp until it's translucent, it should feel like this." Zhu Tongyi agreed.
The doctors in the visitation room finally understood. They took out the forceps and came over to watch.
The blood vessel fragment that was the size of half a pinky was clamped into pieces in minutes.
When it could no longer be clamped, the air in the visitation room became inexplicably heavy.
"Are Academician Du's blood vessels so fragile? How can we perform surgery like this? "
"Not all of them are so fragile."
"It's almost there. Besides, this part has already been damaged to this extent. No matter how soft it is, it can't be too soft."
The young doctors had a light psychological burden, and they could not help but discuss in low voices.
However, none of the high-ranking doctors in the room said anything.
Dealing with brittle blood vessels was a basic skill for surgeons.
Feng Zhixiang deliberately clamped the blood vessel fragment just now, and Zhu Tongyi also clamped the blood vessel fragment. They were comparing their basic skills, but Associate Hospital Director Wang did not dare to clamp it. Compared to the assistant lecturer who broke the blood vessel fragment, Associate Hospital Director Wang was much better.
However, both Feng Zhixiang and Zhu Tongyi knew in their hearts that even if they could clamp the blood vessel fragment, it did not mean that they could handle it properly.
Looking at Ling Ran's surgical operation, the peach crisp blood vessel did not look any different in his hands.
And this could be said to be the biggest difference between surgeons.
Basic skills were so basic that many young doctors did not pay much attention to it. However, at the age of assistant lecturers and senior lecturers, they could no longer practice it even if they wanted to.
Just like the Hand Surgery Department of Yun Hua Hospital, the reason why they were at the top of the discipline for many years was inseparable from their training room. Young doctors practiced suturing blood vessels with the tail of a rat. It could be said that no matter how much they practiced when they were young, there would not be much improvement when they were middle-aged.
Doctors who could suture large blood vessels, doctors who could perform fine sutures of small blood vessels, and doctors who could suture the tail of a rat were these three types of doctors.
As for suturing the peach crisp blood vessel, this basic skill was beyond everyone's imagination.
"It's going to be removed," a young doctor said in a low voice.
Feng Zhixiang and the others naturally raised their heads and looked at the screen.
Ling Ran casually lifted the round ligament of the liver, turned the liver over as usual, ligated the blood vessels as usual, and dissected the blood vessels as usual … Everything was as usual.
But in the visitation room, none of the doctors were calm as usual.
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