Chief Ye was very interested in Zheng Ren.
He nodded. Naturally, Chief Xu and the matron of the operating theater would arrange for Xie Yiren to go on stage. Ye Qingqiu seemed to be looking at the surgical field, but in fact, he was thinking about Zheng Ren.
Strictly speaking, he had no interaction with Zheng Ren.
However, whether it was his immediate superior in charge of clinical work, Deputy Director Yuan, or many department chiefs under him, they all looked at this young man with kind eyes and expectations.
At the hospital council meeting, Chief Mao had insisted, but in the end, he was unable to fight back and was directly overturned. This matter had a great impact on Ye Qingqiu. What should he do? Was it not easy?
When he thought about how Chief Mao had just come to him with the chief physician and professor's certificates, but was ignored by Zheng Ren, Ye Qingqiu not only felt happy, but also smiled.
This young man was a little interesting.
He stood very steadily, not thinking about having a foot in both boats. Generally, young people at this age would be thinking about how to benefit from both sides and help countless times.
However, things in this world were not that simple. The outcome of trying to benefit from both sides was usually silently rejected by everyone, and in the end, they would not be able to get any help.
Chief Mao's red face appeared in front of Ye Qingqiu again. The smile on his face was even wider, and it was rare for him to hang his worries on his face.
Seeing that Ye Qingqiu seemed to be in a good mood, the surrounding atmosphere relaxed a little.
Xie Yiren washed her hands, changed her clothes, and went on stage. The sterilized surgical equipment was placed on the instrument table, shining brightly under the light of the shadowless lamp.
After the box was silently opened, hundreds of instruments appeared in front of everyone in a neat row. Many people had seen it for the first time, but it was still difficult to suppress the surprise and envy in their hearts.
At this moment, his eyes were on the operating area, and with a stretch of his hand, he patted the hemostatic forceps and blunt scissors on his hand.
"I want large forceps and scissors," Chief Wei said, his fingers trembling slightly, as if he could not wait.
The forceps and blunt scissors gently patted in Chief Wei's hand, as if they were light. The freshly sterilized equipment still had a residual warmth, and it was very comfortable to hold in his hand.
Chief Wei gently moved the large forceps, clamping a piece of proliferating connective tissue. The force was very small, and the clamp was tight. He moved left and right, but there was no sign of the clamp being torn.
This set of equipment was really good. Director Wei could tell with just one detail.
It was probably made from an extremely sophisticated lathe. In any case, it was not the kind of common surgical equipment that he usually saw.
The surgery continued.
After changing the surgical instruments, his speed became a little faster. However, there was only one point. It was completely incomparable to the speed of Zheng Ren's surgery in the past.
Thirty minutes …
One hour …
The connective tissue that had formed over the past five years had not been completely stripped off, but the outline of the broken bottle was beginning to show.
A white sterile gauze was wrapped around Director Wei's head. It looked a little strange and funny. However, a piece of sterile gauze could not absorb all the sweat. This was the fifth time the circulating nurse wiped Department Director Wei's sweat, and the frequency of her wiping his sweat was increasing.
Zheng Ren suddenly said, "Director Wei, why don't you go down and rest?"
Initially, Chief Surgeon Wei wanted to refuse, but this surgery could not be performed by hand, so the progress was extremely slow. Every time he wanted to be bold and decisive, he would be beaten down by Zheng Ren. However, what was depressing was that it turned out that Zheng Ren was right.
There were traps everywhere. They were either sharp glass fragments or abnormally proliferating blood vessels. The surgery could not be sped up even if he wanted to.
Chief Surgeon Wei nodded and turned to leave the operating theater.
Professor Feng went to scrub in. Chief Surgeon Wei tore off his sterile clothes and took off his sweaty lead apron. He had no strength left, so he threw it into the corner of the operating theater. The circulating nurse rushed over and carried the lead apron back to its original spot.
"Chief Surgeon Wei, you must be tired." Ye Qingqiu was bored watching. The surgery seemed to never be completed. The surgical field was the same as before, with layers of connective tissue and no end in sight.
"I'm old. There's nothing I can do." Chief Surgeon Wei shook his head.
"Let the younger ones do it. You can just watch from below," Ye Qingqiu said. "Sit down and rest. I'll go check on the patient's family members."
He did not want to waste any more time. After all, if the surgery continued at this rate, it would take at least six to eight hours. It might even last until dawn the next day.
His legs felt heavy even when he was standing on the ground. The blood in the great saphenous vein slowly bulged up, giving the illusion that he was wearing a sandbag.
The great saphenous vein was an occupational disease of surgeons, for no other reason than that they had to stand for too long.
Ye Qingqiu did not want to stand there for so long. Moreover, he could not be of any use here. After a brief greeting, he left the operating theater with his men to check on the patient's family members.
Zheng Ren continued the surgery.
The surgery was progressing slowly, but he was not in a hurry. The shadowless lamp was bright. In his field of vision, his surroundings were pitch-black. Only the operating area was bright.
All of his attention was focused on the complicated and abnormal anatomical relationships, and he carefully dealt with every possible problem that could arise.
The surgery was tiring. Usually, he would dissect the patient in the System's operating theater and reverse engineer the surgical process.
This time, however, he did not have the chance. The limited surgical training time could not cover the entire surgery.
Two hours …
Three hours …
The audience went to rest one after another. No one could stand standing for more than ten hours.
The surgeon's position was changed one after another. The intense surgery would aggravate the fatigue and eventually cause the technique to change. Therefore, before the fatigue period, someone else would come up.
There was no shortage of people anyway. All the chief surgeons and leading professors in the gastrointestinal surgery department were present today.
They just had to take turns.
It was a marathon surgery.
Unknowingly, although Zheng Ren was standing in the position of the first assistant, he had become the surgeon. Every professor who came up would involuntarily give up the power of the surgeon to him.
It was not intentional, but some people also wanted to compete. However, every time the hemostatic forceps came whistling and hit the radial process, everyone gave up trying.
However, no one cared. They felt embarrassed. Chief Wei was being hit on the radial styloid process. Everyone was watching. Even the chief was being beaten, so what was there to worry about?
Six hours later, the operating room was filled with a sense of exhaustion.
Ye Qingqiu came back for the third time. Seeing that the surgery was still ongoing, he could only shake his head and go to the anesthesiologist's lounge to rest and wait for the surgery to end.
Su Yun stood in the surgeon's position and asked with a smile, "Boss, how long do you think it will take?"
"It's half done," Zheng Ren said lightly.
"So fast. I thought it was just the beginning," Su Yun said strangely, but it did not affect his hand speed.
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