Professor Zhang had the illusion that the surgeon had performed this surgery countless times and was already familiar with it.
"By the way, I didn't ask you about the patient who was injured by the electroplating pole. Did the surgery go smoothly?" Su Yun suddenly asked.
At the mention of this, Zheng Ren was depressed.
"It didn't go well. The consciousness of the rescue team was too poor. They didn't have anything." Zheng Ren sighed and said, "At that time, I thought it would be good if all of you stayed."
"You're just lazy. When we weren't there, the surgery was still completed," Su Yun said disdainfully.
"Boss Zheng, slow down …" Professor Zhang's blue sterile cap was drenched in sweat.
He was shocked when he saw Zheng Ren's hemostatic forceps reach directly into the visceral pleura.
"It's alright, it's not too fast. Prepare a chest flask. Old He, single-cavity ventilation, "Zheng Ren said.
"What's wrong?" Lao He looked over while doing single-cavity ventilation.
"The visceral pleura is leaking, and the lungs also need to be repaired," Zheng Ren said. "A fish bone. By the way, how much did it cost to pull out a fish bone?"
"Sea City is 15. What about our side? "Su Yun said.
"The anesthetic is more expensive, but it's less than 100 yuan. The easy kind, I think it's 30. "Zhao Yunlong calmed down a little when he saw another difficult problem being solved by Zheng Ren.
"During Chinese New Year, the Otolaryngology Department will be especially busy. It's all about removing fish bones. During the Spring Festival two years ago, I went to the Otolaryngology Department to play. During dinner, six patients came to remove fish bones. " Su Yun was not nervous at all. He chatted casually. "A patient was cursing after removing the fish bones. He said that it was just for a while, so why did he have to charge 15 yuan?"
"It's good that you know to come to the hospital to get the fish bones. It's better than drinking vinegar and choking on a steamed bun," Zheng Ren said. "Tell me, how much trouble have you caused this late at night?"
"When I was doing my internship, I encountered a similar patient. Before he could even go on stage, he spat out a mouthful of blood and went straight to the room, "Zhao Yunlong recalled." At that time, there was nothing. I didn't even dare to touch the aorta … "
Professor Zhang felt a little sad.
When he was young, he had seen similar situations a few times.
Just as Zhao Yunlong had described, he had spat out a mouthful of blood and died.
"Yeah." Standing behind Zhao Yunlong, Professor Zhang chimed in, "Twenty years ago, there was a patient with a similar disease. We invited international experts for a consultation, but no one dared to operate on him."
"And then?" Lao He asked.
"Sigh, then he spat out a mouthful of blood and died. I was still a junior doctor. I was on duty that day. During ward rounds at night, I was talking to the patient and asking about his condition. A perfectly fine person spat a mouthful of blood on me right in front of me. This person … Boss Zheng, slow down … "
"Yes, it's already very slow. There aren't many organizations that have been corrupted here. Don't worry, nothing will happen, "Zheng Ren said with a smile.
"Hey, Professor Zhang, is this a habit you've developed from giving lectures? Take it slow. It's faster. I think it makes sense. "Su Yun helped Zheng Ren peel it off and said something to Professor Zhang.
"Hehe, Old Zhang, I'll call you Slow Man from now on. Other people take two minutes, but you take two hours. So slow ~ "Lao He conveniently stabbed him.
Professor Zhang perked up and stopped listening to Su Yun and Lao He's chat. He focused on Zheng Ren's surgery.
His level was not that bad … It was not that his level was bad, but Boss Zheng's level was too high.
It was impossible. He was a doctor from the General Surgery Department who specialized in interventional surgery. It was one thing for him to perform general surgery well, but how could he perform cardiothoracic surgery so well?
One had to know that there were not many people in the country who were engaged in cardiothoracic surgery. In smaller hospitals, cardiothoracic surgery and general surgery were together.
Not to mention doctors, there were not many doctors who could understand the normal and abnormal situation in the mediastinum by looking at the CT films.
Forget it, let's not dwell on this. Chief Miao had even looked for Boss Zheng to set up the stage when he performed a kidney transplant. This could not be compared.
No matter what, he was still a candidate for the Nobel Prize.
Gradually, Professor Zhang became numb and accepted the reality that Boss Zheng's surgical level was two streets behind him.
The surgery continued happily. There was no nervousness, speechlessness, or even anger that Professor Zhang had imagined because an instrument was not handed over in time.
It was as if he was performing an ordinary lobectomy. Other than the use of a laparoscope, everything went smoothly.
"Old Zhao, I heard that you're practicing now. You're preparing to use a laparoscope to perform the first stage of aortic bow replacement?" Su Yun asked.
Zhao Yunlong was so focused on the operative view that he did not hear Su Yun's question.
"Hey, do you have to be so serious? Are all of you narrow-minded people so unwilling to talk? If that's the case, bring Fang Lin up to the chest and talk to me, "Su Yun said.
"Old Zhao, you want to do a laparoscopic aortic bow replacement? That's amazing, "Zheng Ren said.
"Yes, it's Old Gu's suggestion. Surgery always has to improve. Many surgical methods that I didn't dare to do in the past can now be tried, but it's just a thought, "Zhao Yunlong said with a smile.
Uh … Why didn't he know about this? Professor Zhang fell into deep thought.
Laparoscopy to perform elephant trunk surgery? F * ck, I don't seem to be able to perform thoracotomy. They're all thinking about using laparoscopy to do it?
When did their technical level become so high?
Professor Zhang was lost in thought. The speed of the surgery instantly increased as the abscess on the aorta was removed.
Repairing the lungs, stripping the abscess, and repairing the aorta epineurium. The surgery was methodical and did not seem to be difficult. It went particularly smoothly.
Professor Zhang had endured it countless times and did not say anything to slow Zheng Ren down.
Surgery was done like this. He knew what he was doing. It seemed that it was more practical for him to go around the country to give lectures. As for surgery, let the young people do it.
In the end, Professor Zhang silently accepted this fact.
With the background music of good luck, Zhao Yunlong judged that the surgery would take an entire night. It was already dawn in about an hour.
No wonder Su Yun was willing to be an assistant. Chief Zheng performed his strongest cardiothoracic surgery so well. Zhao Yunlong judged that Chief Zheng's cardiothoracic surgery level was higher than Su Yun's. The key was that Chief Zheng could use a microscope to do it. Who would use such a thing for a narrow-minded person?
Just as he was thinking, a wolf's howl came from outside. It was a little sad. There was a howl.
"F * ck … Is someone transforming?" Lao He raised his head and looked out of the window. It was not the middle of the moon. There was no round moon hanging in the sky.
"What's going on? Sister Yashun, go take a look, "Su Yun said.
When the circulating nurse saw that the surgery was basically done, she opened the airtight lead door and walked out.
As the airtight lead door opened, a mournful sound rang out.
There was a patient who did not come down from the stage and his family was crying. The atmosphere on the stage became solemn. The originally happy atmosphere was swept away.
"Yashun, come back. We need to prepare warm saline to wash this side," Lao He said. "I'll go take a look."
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