"Get ready for surgery." Ling Ran, who had changed into a new pair of underwear, walked into the operating theater, feeling refreshed.
A clean shower room, a clean underwear, and a clean operating theater. This was the life that Ling Ran liked. Even the patients lying on the operating table gave people the impression that they were clean.
Of course, there were a lot of worms in his liver. However, considering that worms were laid in eggs, and they lived in the patient's liver since they were young, grew, mated, and gave birth … It felt like they were a rather clean kind of worms.
After a while, when the incision was opened, Ling Ran would try his best to reduce the amount of bleeding to reveal a clearer surgical field. At the same time, he would use clean gauze and clamps to pull out a beautiful space for the surgery.
For postoperative recovery, he would basically only reveal the position of the liver that needed to be removed.
This was the most orderly work.
Ling Ran stood in his position with great satisfaction. He looked at all the preparations and observed the numbers on the monitor.
"The patient is quite fat, so we should try not to use the endotherm knife." Ling Ran extended his hand to ask for a pen and checked the patient. After confirming that it was the owner of the homestay, Lei Baihan, he slowly drew on his belly.
The brush pressed into the flesh, causing the tip of the brush to be slightly sluggish. It felt surprisingly good.
Ma Yanlin had a solemn expression. "It's best not to use the endotherm knife. BBQ causes cancer."
He was talking about the smell of human fat burning.
Zuo Cidian said indifferently, "Indulging in sex can also cause cancer. Didn't you still use up a box of condoms?"
"I was because there was a special discount. It's cheaper to buy more. "Ma Yanlin blushed a little.
The circulating nurse turned around and coughed a few times. "Let me remind you, the camera is on."
"It doesn't record sound." Lu Wenbin said nonchalantly, "You have to press the button to record sound at the other side of the camera."
"Are you talking about this green button that's pressed?" The circulating nurse pointed.
Lu Wenbin bent down and glanced at it before he straightened his back. His tone became serious. "One of us will become famous."
Ma Yanlin and Zuo Cidian looked at each other. They both felt diffident.
The operating theater became quiet.
After a few minutes, Ling Ran realized this problem.
He automatically filtered the conversations of his assistants, but now he felt a little strange. He could not help but ask, "Why aren't you talking? Nervous? "
"I'm not nervous." Ma Yanlin was the third assistant. He was the one who retracted the retractor until the end of time. He definitely wasn't nervous. Could it be that he was nervous that the retractor wasn't the right size?
Zuo Cidian forced a smile. He was really a little nervous.
"There's sound in the live broadcast." Lu Wenbin pointed out the problem.
"Did it affect your performance?" The first thing Ling Ran thought about was the surgery.
Lu Wenbin was stunned for a moment. "I should say, a little …"
"Turn off the sound." Ling Ran turned around and gave an order without any hesitation. For him, when he was performing surgery, he would reduce the impact of the surgery as much as possible. A simple operating theater could bring out the best effect. On the contrary, a complicated operating theater was definitely not related to simplicity, beauty, and order.
The circulating nurse hesitated for a few seconds and said in a low voice, "Doctor Ling, there are now twenty-four live broadcast signals. Everyone probably wants to listen to the voice of the surgery."
Ling Ran did not even raise his head. He said as he operated, "I don't want to talk during the surgery."
There was an awkward silence in the operating theater for more than ten seconds.
The circulating nurse understood and quickly turned off the sound. She looked a little annoyed and thought, 'If I knew this would happen, I wouldn't have said so much. I didn't even understand Doctor Ling's thoughts. I deserve to be scolded by everyone when I go back.'
Ling Ran completed the preliminary exposure of the liver in silence.
At this time, the liver was soft and rotten like a rotten apple.
"This liver …" Zuo Cidian was stunned. "Even a pig's liver looks better than his liver."
"Pig's liver is the liver of a one-year-old pig. How can this fifty-eight-year-old liver compare?" Lu Wenbin justified the pig.
"Can it be done?" Zuo Cidian looked at Ling Ran with a little worry and said in a low voice, "It's so rotten. After the surgery, it'll probably be very difficult to recover."
He actually did not want to say how the recovery would be, but he was afraid that the patient would directly die from hepatic coma.
The liver had the ability to self-renew. After a part of the liver was removed, after a period of recovery, most of the liver could recover.
However, patients with very poor liver function might not be able to wait for the liver to recover, and there were cases where they would directly faint and die.
The development of modern medicine made hepatectomy safer. Normally, the mortality rate of hepatectomy was about 1%, which was a great improvement compared to twenty years ago. Even so, it was still a high-risk surgery.
Lei Baihan, who was on the operating table, also showed an extraordinary risk.
The condition of his liver could be roughly guessed from the rating. Being a grade B or even a grade C was already bad enough. Unless it was absolutely necessary, patients with a grade B grade would not even be qualified to be on the operating table.
Correspondingly, Lei Baihan's liver was also in an extremely bad state in the medical imaging.
However, they did not see how bad it was, after all.
Many patients made all kinds of preoperative preparations, but when they went on the operating table, they could not do anything after they opened the abdomen, and then they were sent down. Everyone should have heard about this many times.
Of course, it would not be nice to tell others about this kind of surgery, especially when it was a livestream. Therefore, Zuo Cidian asked Ling Ran worriedly and racked his brains to think of a way to end the surgery in a dignified manner.
If the laparotomy could not be done, then closing the abdomen might not look good, but at least the patient would not die on the operating table …
Zuo Cidian looked at Ling Ran worriedly.
"Yes, you have to be careful. You have to be careful as well. If you're not confident, don't touch the liver. Don't touch it when you're aspirating as well." Ling Ran reminded them, but he did not seem surprised by the shape of the liver in the abdominal cavity.
Zuo Cidian was incredibly surprised. "Continue? “
"Of course, it's a little brittle, but it's mainly the left liver. Take a look at the right liver. It's still okay. "Ling Ran has seen it with the Virtual Human before, so he naturally has to continue doing it.
Zuo Cidian looked at it carefully. "It's a little stronger than tender tofu, but it can't compare to old tofu."
"That's enough." Ling Ran did not need to explain too much. He was the chief surgeon, and if he wanted to do it, he would do it. His assistants only needed to help with the work, and it was not to the extent where they could speak and participate in the decision-making.
Clinicians were very, very personal jobs. Even if they were surgeons who worked together in a team, most of the decisions still only needed to be made in their own minds.
There were too many decisions that needed to be made during the surgery, and the connections between the decisions were too close. If there was still room for discussion during the preoperative diagnosis, then the more difficult the surgery was, the less room for discussion there would be.
Ling Ran had been craving for new skills since a long time ago.
"Do it normally," Ling Ran said and extended his hand to ask for the instrument.
* Slap! *
Scrub Nurse Wang Jia had worked with Ling Ran for a long time, and she was already familiar with Ling Ran's surgical habits. She did not even need him to say anything before she firmly slapped the instrument into Ling Ran's hands.
Ling Ran lowered his head and fiddled with the soft and sticky liver in a relaxed manner.
In Zuo Cidian's eyes, the liver was so tender that it seemed like it would rot at the slightest touch, but in Ling Ran's hands, it showed surprising toughness.
Ling Ran quickly dissociated each hepatic ligament. His Perfect Level Tissue Separation allowed his operation to be as smooth as an expert playing arcade games.
He had accurate positioning, the right amount of movement, and the right amount of speed and agility …
"The dissection is too clear."
"The blood vessels are directly exposed."
"This kind of liver, and the dissection is so clean. It must be fake, right?"
The doctors from Donghuang Regional Hospital also looked at the screen and discussed in low voices.
They had seen Ling Ran's surgeries many times, but the difficulty of each surgery was different. If Ling Ran's previous surgeries made them feel that he was very creative and that they could learn from him, the current surgery had completely deprived them of their desire to learn.
Tissue separation was a basic surgical technique, and it was like exposing one's body. If it was too basic, it would be too difficult to learn. When it was at an absolute level, even the possibility of learning it seemed to have been lost.
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