Zheng Ren's surgery was neither fast nor slow.
Lao He focused on Boss Zheng's technique and sighed in his heart. It was really amazing. Although the fact that Boss Zheng was very amazing had been proven countless times, he did not seem to have a limit at all.
Autologous liver transplantation could be done, and even the intestines of this kind of tender tofu could be handled so well.
What else was there to say?
"Old He, change the music." Professor Feng said, "Last time, I performed surgery for a whole night and listened to good luck for a whole night. I felt sick listening to it."
"I'll make do with it." Lao He did not even raise his eyelids. "Boss Zheng personally ordered the song. How can you change it just like that?"
Feng Jianguo was speechless.
Boss Zheng … He did not seem to be listening at all. He was focused on the surgery. He was the one who needed music to relieve his tiredness.
"Old Feng, take a good look at the surgery and learn from Boss Zheng." Lao He said with a smile, "If Boss Zheng were to anesthetize me, I would definitely be a junior doctor and learn from him. Look at yourself, what kind of attitude is that? "
Feng Jianguo didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Was there a problem with his attitude? Was that not enough respect for Boss Zheng? Call him for help as soon as possible.
Boss Zheng knew anesthesia? He wasn't …
Suddenly, Professor Feng remembered that the Department of Anesthesiology had rescued a patient with malignant hyperthermia not long ago.
At that time, Boss Zheng happened to go to take a look and commanded the resuscitation on the spot. Even Chief Xu of the Anesthesiology Department squatted on the ground to look at the urine bag.
Damn it, what kind of aura is this?!
Feng Jianguo was certain that even if he was present at the time and was familiar with the diagnosis and treatment of malignant high fever, he would not dare to yell at Department Director Xu to squat on the ground to observe the urine volume.
Boss Zheng didn't know anesthesia?
What a joke!
If Boss Zheng had never learned anesthesia, how could he be so familiar with the most troublesome malignant high fever in the anesthesiology department?
If he didn't know anesthesia and still wanted to understand malignant hyperthermia, wouldn't he have nothing better to do?
Lao He's words did make some sense.
As he thought about it, even the looping Good Luck Is Coming didn't seem as noisy anymore.
That's right, it's a good omen.
Focusing on the operative view, Boss Zheng was slowly dissociating the connective tissue above the intestine. Not to mention him, even Director Wei did not have much work to do.
Professor Feng smiled bitterly. Perhaps he should give the position of surgeon to Boss Zheng next time.
Wasn't Director Wei taking advantage of the situation?
Department Chief Wei seemed to have heard Professor Feng's sarcasm. Unwilling to be left out, he took advantage of the time when Zheng Ren was changing instruments and used a pair of large forceps to clamp down.
"Director Wei, be gentle," Zheng Ren said softly.
"Okay." Director Wei nodded.
This was not the first time Zheng Ren had said this. It seemed that he had been saying this ever since the peritoneum was opened.
Although Chief Wei was a little annoyed at Zheng Ren's caution, he still obediently reduced his strength and tried to swim inside.
The connective tissue was very hard, and the intestines were obviously more tender than the softest tofu. It would not be an exaggeration to say that it was fragile.
He did not force her. Surgery was not something that could be done with courage.
'If it weren't for Boss Zheng, we could close the abdomen now,' Director Wei thought to himself.
"Boss Zheng, how did you loosen it?" Director Wei asked as he withdrew his finger.
"Bit by bit. Don't use too much strength," Zheng Ren said.
"Uh … That's not what I meant." Director Wei sighed.
"Oh, the outer lining of the connective tissue. Follow this and don't touch the outer lining of the intestines," Zheng Ren said. "That's basically it."
The outer lining of the connective tissue? In other words, it was the side of the connective tissue that adhered to the intestines …
In other words, Boss Zheng was not dissociating the intestines but breaking down this layer of cocoon.
Director Wei was speechless.
He could do that?
He could do that!
However, even if he knew the principle, Director Wei could not do it.
This kind of surgery could not be solved with experience. It required a deep understanding of the anatomical structure and the tissue structure of the connective tissue.
That alone was not enough. He had to be bold, careful, and steady.
If he was at his peak between thirty-five and forty years old, he might be able to give it a try. However, now that he was over fifty-five years old, some surgical procedures could not be completed at all.
Director Wei was a little disappointed. No one could overcome the problem of age.
He was a little envious of the energetic, mature, and steady Boss Zheng in front of him.
At a slightly tender age, Boss Zheng had already improved his surgical skills to an astonishing level. When he reached maturity in the future, who knew how far he would go.
A person with this kind of talent was really enviable.
The surgery was carried out in an orderly manner. Zheng Ren had just begun to give a few simple explanations to Quan Xiaocao, who was behind him. As the surgery progressed, he became silent and focused on dissociating and breaking down the intestinal adhesion tissue.
He was completely focused.
Reeling silk from a cocoon. This surgery could really be described as reeling silk from a cocoon.
Generally speaking, in ordinary abdominal cocoon disease, this kind of white connective tissue was like an eggshell, wrapped around the intestines. In fact, in the reported cases of abdominal cocoon disease, only part of the intestines were the most common.
Part of the intestines were wrapped, and one could even use the rough method of cutting the intestines to complete the surgery. There was no need to reel silk from a cocoon.
However, the patient in front of him did not belong to these two situations.
The intestines in the operating area were completely wrapped, and there were countless fibrous strips inside.
Director Wei thought that this kind of abdominal cocoon disease could be written in a case report. Moreover, it could only be blamed on the case report if it could be published in The Lancet.
Because it was too difficult to do.
"Old Feng, how long do you think it will take?" Lao He checked the anesthesia equipment and prepared to replenish the anesthesia.
Feng Jianguo hesitated for a moment and raised his head to look at Zheng Ren.
"The surgery will take a long time. Continue to give the medicine," Zheng Ren said in a deep voice. "After we're done here, the gynecologist will come up to cut the ovaries."
"…" Director Wei was stunned.
"…" Feng Jianguo was also stunned.
Lao He agreed cleanly and began to replenish the anesthesia.
"Boss Zheng, is there a problem with the ovaries?" Feng Jianguo asked in surprise.
"Yes, I just saw that there is inflammation in the ovaries. It's very serious," Zheng Ren said.
"When did you see it?"
"Fourteen minutes ago, when Director Wei used the big retractor to pull the patient's right abdominal wall, I took a look," Zheng Ren said as he performed the surgery.
Uh … This was too exaggerated.
Not only could the surgery not be done, but he did not even see anything wrong with the ovaries?
Feng Jianguo felt a little bitter in his mouth. He turned his head and changed the angle, trying to see the patient's pelvic cavity.
However, at this moment, the big retractor was not there, and the surgical field was tightly blocked. He really could not see anything.
"Boss Zheng, when will the gynecologist come up?"
"Wait … the surgeon with the highest level of gynecology. Call him and prepare," Zheng Ren said. "It's estimated that we'll be done in two hours."
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