"Now, perform finger extension reconstruction surgery." Chief Surgeon Ling Ran stood in front of the operating table with a relaxed expression.
"Got it." Lu Wenbin was his assistant. He was also quite relaxed, and even a little high-spirited.
Ma Yanlin crossed his arms in front of his chest and watched quietly in the corner. There were more than eight hundred thoughts rolling in his mind.
Su Jiafu, the anesthetist, sat on a round stool and stepped on a round stool under a pile of instruments.
Ling Ran first drew a line with a pen, then used the Specialist Level Bow Holding Knife to make an incision between two of the patient's muscles.
The moment the knife touched the patient's skin, a lot of information was released in Ling Ran's mind.
The skin on one side of the palm was tougher. It would become thinner at the thenar line, and thicker at the center of the palm and hypothenar line. Therefore, when the knife was cut, if one wanted to only cut the skin, one had to adjust flexibly according to the position of the incision.
Everyone knew the theory, but not many doctors could actually do it when it came to actually cutting.
Most doctors would just cut it regardless of the consequences. With such abilities, there was no way to force it. It was just that the prognosis was not good, and the wound was ugly.
Ling Ran's first surgery was even worse. He could not even grasp the correct length of the incision.
However, Ling Ran was different today.
Today, Ling Ran had the experience of dissecting three thousand upper limbs in his mind.
The moment he saw the patient's hand, Ling Ran immediately made a guess about the hardness and thickness of the skin.
After the incision, it was as he expected!
Then, he peeled off the thin layer of fat, and then the muscle …
Even Ling Ran's movements with the knife were very relaxed.
When he thought about it carefully, Chef Ding himself might not have dissected three thousand cows, let alone dissecting the hoof three thousand times.
Dissection under a microscope?
Of course, it was even more impossible.
If it was carried out according to the modern anatomical model, the complete structure of the cow must be ensured, and the dissection must be as comprehensive as possible. Forget about whether Chef Ding knew how to do it, the dissected cow could not be eaten.
"It feels very smooth today." Lu Wenbin only felt that Ling Ran's movements were very smooth, and he tried to find something to talk about.
A surgery without talking was like a steamed fish without blood. It always made people unhappy.
Ling Ran nodded slightly and said, "It's quite smooth."
"You're getting better."
"Yes." Ling Ran's admission made Lu Wenbin speechless. He could only lower his head to watch the surgery and memorize it as he watched.
The process of every surgery was more or less the same. Every time a surgeon stood on the operating table, they would imagine the correct way to perform the surgery in their minds.
They imagined that they had chosen the right position, that they had completed the surgery correctly, and that they had ended the surgery easily without any accidents.
Nothing unexpected happened!
The doctors knew that there would be accidents, but they hoped that the accidents would be within their expectations. In other words, there would still be no accidents.
In the eyes of doctors, the most perfect surgery was the one that went according to the prescribed order without any accidents.
Although doctors would try to mutate surgical methods, every time a surgical method was changed, there was a huge amount of preparatory work. For example, Tang Jinbo used around eight years to mutate the M-Tang technique into the M-Tang technique.
As for the patients, they absolutely did not want to have any special conditions that forced the doctors to improvise.
Chi.
The moment the tendon was exposed, the airtight access door of the operating theater was stepped open.
Huo Congjun brought a few people in and said with a smile, "You guys do what you need to do. I brought a few friends to see Doctor Ling's skills."
The few people who came with him were about the same age as Huo Congjun. They all wore scrubs that revealed the fine hair on their arms.
A few people craned their necks to the operating table and immediately blocked Ma Yanlin.
The young houseman naturally did not dare to speak. He could only obediently step back and give up his position.
Su Jiafu the anesthetist was still sitting firmly on the round stool, but he was not optimistic about himself. He even felt a little happy because he had resigned himself to his fate. Fortunately, he did not ask for three round stools today. Even if he did, it would have been useless. It would have been better to let Huo Congjun and the others snatch the stools.
"Look, this is the M-Tang technique of our Emergency Department of Yun Hua Hospital. It's the best suture method in no man's land." Huo Congjun showed Ling Ran to a few people, and his tone was full of pride.
Ling Ran did not even raise his head. He was in the most crucial suture step and could not spare his hands.
The people Huo Congjun brought were all genuine doctors, and they could more or less see it. At this time, they mainly did not disturb Ling Ran. They only watched without speaking.
Thread the needle.
Tie a knot and cut the thread.
Ling Ran did it so quickly that if they did not pay attention, they would not know where he was suturing.
And this speed increase was natural.
In the past, Ling Ran was not familiar with local anatomy, so he had to spend a lot of time experimenting. For example, he had to estimate the strength of the thread, the length of the thread, and so on.
For example, the selection of absorbable thread and non-absorbable thread had different applications in different situations. Different kinds of thread, even when it was cut short, required different lengths.
If it was too long, it would be difficult for the wound to heal. If it was too short, it would easily disconnect, and the suture would loosen.
The more Ling Ran did it, the more comfortable he felt. Huo Congjun and the others were excited as they watched.
As surgeons, who did not want to perform a surgery to their heart's content? Even if they only watched a surgery to their heart's content, it was enough to make them excited.
"It's done." Ling Ran tied another knot and gestured for Lu Wenbin to cut the thread.
When the scissors were cut, a few people in the room felt inexplicably empty.
"It's done?" One of the doctors shook his head.
"Department Director Bai, do you still want to watch?" Huo Congjun immediately asked, "When is the next surgery scheduled?"
"The patient has arrived. He is doing preoperative preparations. Go to Operating Theater 2." Ma Yanlin quickly came out and introduced.
Huo Congjun asked, "Doctor Ling, do you want to do it now or after a while?"
"Let's do it now." Ling Ran looked at his watch. "This is a single-finger laceration? It should take about thirty minutes. Arrange the next one. "
"Ah … yes," Ma Yanlin quickly answered.
A few people in the room looked at each other. Department Director Bai chuckled. "Department Director Huo, you've prepared a big show."
Huo Congjun was stunned for a moment before he chuckled. "It's easy to put on a show. We also have ten years of hard work under the stage. It's okay. You'll know the strength of the Emergency Department after you watch a few more surgeries."
After he said that, he sent a few people out of the operating theater and took the opportunity to return to Ling Ran. He said, "How's your condition today? Can you do a few more surgeries?"
"Yes." Ling Ran did not even need to ask for the reason.
"Then do a few more surgeries to ensure the quality and quantity." Huo Congjun paused for a moment and explained the reason himself. "If you perform the M-Tang technique well, they will be our external help. Good luck. "
"Okay," Ling Ran replied.
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