Wu Hui was still looking at the ceiling of the operating theater and sighing.
Most of the time, he could not experience the desolate and tragic situation of life through flowers and applause. Now, it was like a tidal wave, and he felt a little sad.
However, in Wu Hui's eyes, it was only for a moment. The emotions in his heart had just begun. Before he could think about the days ahead, he heard Zheng Ren's voice. "The surgery is done. Su Yun will show you the appendix later."
After saying that, Zheng Ren tore off the sterile clothes on his body, turned around, and walked out of the operating theater.
It was done?
Wu Hui wondered if there was something wrong with his brain because he had received anesthesia twice in a row.
He could not use too much anesthesia. He had to!
"Doctor Su Yun, what's the situation?" Wu Hui saw that the cloth in front of him had been removed, and his field of vision suddenly became clear. He also knew that the surgery was done. However, there were many doubts in his heart, so he asked.
"The surgery is done. Here, this is your appendix." Su Yun removed the sterile cloth, took the pathology basin, and showed Wu Hui the appendix inside.
It was thick and large, with a layer of green, white, and yellow pus on it. There was a hole in the appendix, so obvious and so ostentatious.
From the hole, he could vaguely smell the stench coming from inside.
Did he not wash the intestines? This was Wu Hui's first thought.
Su Yun held the pathology basin like he was holding a frying spoon. He shook it, and the appendix changed various angles, showing it in front of Wu Hui without any blind spots.
"Doctor Su Yun, why didn't you wash the intestines clean?" Wu Hui asked.
"Do you think it's a washing machine? Throw it in and wash it clean inside and out?" Su Yun's tone was especially full of contempt. It had reached the peak of his life. "This kind of appendectomy requires a very high level of skill. The doctors in the community hospital can't do it, so they can only use … according to your understanding, it's disinfectant or laundry detergent to wash the abdominal cavity."
As he spoke, Su Yun placed the pathology basin containing the appendix on the instrument table.
"I just washed the outside. The inflammatory infection inside will have to rely on your own immunity to resist it."
"…" Wu Hui was stunned.
"If I resist it, I'll be fine." Su Yun turned around and tore off the sterile clothes on his body.
"What if I can't resist it?" Wu Hui asked.
"Die. What else can I do?"
"…"
"First, it was a continuous high fever, and the fever reached about 40 degrees Celsius. Then, one day, you suddenly fell into a coma. The fever stopped, and your body temperature dropped to normal or slightly low levels." Su Yun explained to Wu Hui very seriously and threatened him. "After that, if there's a community hospital that accepts you, it'll be like the emergency patients you've seen. You'll have to be intubated with a ventilator to help you breathe. Then, you'll have to have a urethral tube, gastric tube, and deep venous tube inserted. A hundred thousand dollars a day for treatment until he finally dies. "
Wu Hui was scared silly.
What Su Yun described was similar to some of the situations in the TV series he had acted in. It was also similar to the emergency patients he had seen in the community hospital. Who would have thought that this situation was only one step away from him?
"Then …"
"Well, does your sister want to see your appendix?" Su Yun asked.
"No … No need." Wu Hui suddenly thought of something and immediately asked, "What did Doctor Zheng and Doctor Su do?"
"It's a crushing of technical standards. What they can't do, we can. Can't you think of something so simple? By the way, the next time we meet, don't call me Doctor Su. Call me Brother Yun, "Su Yun said expressionlessly.
Wu Hui looked at Su Yun. He was wearing sterile clothes, and his handsome face was covered by a sterile cap and a sterile mask. Even so, the layer of mask still could not completely hide his handsomeness and heroic spirit.
"We'll send you back in a while. We'll be leaving. We'll contact each other when we have time. Remember, the next time we meet, call me Brother Yun, "Su Yun was afraid that Wu Hui would forget about this matter, so he reminded him.
"I … Can I eat?"
"Hungry?" Su Yun was already walking out of the operating theater. When he heard Wu Hui's words, he stopped in his tracks and turned to look at her.
"Yes," Wu Hui said honestly.
"Let me ask you a question."
"Go ahead."
"One day, there were three little sheep in the operating theater. Suddenly, a wolf in sheep's clothing barged in. Tell me, how many sheep were left after half an hour? "
"One." Although Wu Hui did not know why Su Yun asked this story to coax children, he still honestly told the answer in his heart.
Only a wolf in sheep's clothing was left. It could barely be considered a sheep.
There were many answers to this kind of childish question. It seemed that this handsome man who forced him to call him Brother Yun was trying to embarrass him? However, it did not matter. Wu Hui was very gentlemanly. He did not care about such trivial matters.
"Three," Su Yun said. "Because eating is not allowed in the operating theater."
After saying that, Su Yun turned around and left.
Uh … Wu Hui was stunned, and then he wanted to laugh. The pain that had tormented him for the past few days disappeared at that moment.
…
…
Zheng Ren walked out of the operating theater. Dr. Charles was looking at the door, waiting for his arrival.
"The surgery was done very well," Dr. Charles said with a smile when he saw Zheng Ren return.
"It's a basic surgery." Zheng Ren was a little shy. "And the surgical instruments are very handy."
"Have a seat." Dr. Charles sat down, but the others around him did not. Instead, they stood like pillars, a slightly depressed atmosphere.
Zheng Ren was puzzled, but he still sat down.
"Your surgical skills have reached a very high level. Although I don't approve of some of your actions, they more or less make sense. I can see that you have achieved everything you have with your innate talent. It doesn't seem like someone taught you. Everything looks like it was done in a grinder. "
Dr. Charles leisurely commented on Zheng Ren's surgery.
As a Legendary-level surgeon who had practiced thousands of appendectomies, there were not many people in this world who were qualified to comment on Zheng Ren's appendectomies.
Dr. Charles was one of them.
Zheng Ren did not argue with Dr. Charles like the other day in the lecture theater. Instead, he listened attentively.
"Continue with the surgery. I predict that open surgery will gradually disappear from the stage of history in twenty to thirty years. The da Vinci robot will take over the human hands and become the new surgeon. In other words, the robotic arms will become the surgeon's hands.
"However, I would like to give you a piece of advice, young man. You can gain respect with your unparalleled surgical skills or interventional skills, but you won't be able to win a Nobel Prize."
"If you want to win the Nobel Prize, do basic research. If you're interested, I have a few options here. You can ask me after you've made your choice, "Dr. Charles warned Zheng Ren again.
His tone was very serious.
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