After the surgery, a doctor from the hospital sent Qin Lu back to the ward.
Huo Mengbo's imagination of not being able to get off the operating table did not happen. He did not even have the chance to watch the entire surgery in person before the surgery ended.
Zheng Ren and Su Yun were just about to tear off the sterile surgical gown. Zheng Ren was looking for the red trash can.
At the same time, a nurse came to his side and gently and politely helped Zheng Ren take off the sterile surgical gown and waited for him to take off his sterile gloves.
Then, she bowed slightly and said, "You've worked hard."
Uh …
Zheng Ren almost cried.
When had he ever received such treatment when he performed surgery?
Even Su Yun only managed to get a brand new sterile gown to wear after going on stage.
This was done behind the matron's back.
However, in the hospital, did he not have to do everything after the surgery?
There was no time to sigh. Under the guidance of a doctor, Zheng Ren strode to another ward.
Song Moxu was lying on the operating table and had not been anesthetized yet.
She was obviously tired. Less than 20 minutes after lying on her back, her breathing was already quite rapid.
Zheng Ren paused for a moment and went straight to the System space.
The [Memories in the Dust] mission had just ended.
A huge amount of surgical training time and master-level skill books had been distributed by the System.
At this moment, Zheng Ren felt invincible.
There was no time to appreciate the results of his mission. Zheng Ren directly clicked to buy surgical training time and went into the operating theater.
Zheng Ren was not good at C-sections.
However, this surgical method was very simple. What Zheng Ren wanted was not the result of the surgery. After a simple surgery, Zheng Ren began to observe Song Moxu's condition.
The passage of time made Zheng Ren's heart ache. Although there was a large amount of surgical training time, this kind of waste was shameful.
18 '23 ″. The simulation mannequin began to move restlessly.
It was a typical symptom of anaphylactic shock. Zheng Ren immediately treated the simulation mannequin.
The difficulty of rescuing anaphylactic shock was obviously much more difficult than a C-section.
Countless instruments began to ring almost at the same time. Zheng Ren was glad that he had time to correct the mistakes.
Song Moxu's prediction of a narrow escape could be said to be very accurate.
That glimmer of hope was in him.
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After the surgery was ready, Zheng Ren entered the operating room and looked at Song Moxu.
"Doctor Zheng, thank you for your hard work," Song Moxu said lightly.
"I'm here. Don't worry," Zheng Ren said.
Song Moxu nodded his head vigorously and his breathing became rapid.
"Intubate, anesthetize, and begin the surgery," Zheng Ren ordered like a senior doctor.
The top anesthesiologists and gynecologists in Xiangjiang were all very angry, but they could not refuse Song Shi's invitation.
A huge amount of money was inevitable.
Even though the commoners wouldn't know that he had operated on Song shi, it would definitely be widely spread among the upper class.
In the future, the number of people seeking him for surgery would increase exponentially.
Moreover, the cost of each surgery would increase by several folds.
Therefore, they willingly endured Zheng Ren's' arrogance 'and began the anesthesia and surgery.
Zheng Ren did not stand in the operating room to watch the surgery. He went to the room next to the transparent glass, sat in front of a pile of equipment, and fell silent.
"Boss, this place is really advanced. I'm drooling just looking at it." Su Yun said.
That was what Zheng Ren was thinking too.
"I've decided. I'll go back and ask Sister Lin to build an operating theater for us. Even if it's not as good as the one I raised, I still have to cultivate one myself. "Su Yun said firmly.
"It's not necessary for now. We'll talk about it in a year or two." Zheng Ren let out a long sigh, feeling a little regretful.
Lin Jiaojiao's money was not spent in vain.
Although it could be said that she was obedient to him, Zheng Ren knew what to do. Why was she obedient to him? Wasn't it to earn more money in the future?
It was not the time to take out tens of millions to repair the operating theater for himself.
With this money, it would be better to buy a batch of high-end prosthetics.
Through the transparent glass, Zheng Ren saw the doctors of the sanatorium hurriedly busy. Although it was busy, it was in order.
This was a group of top doctors, the kind who could be known around the world.
Now, just to perform a cesarean section, it was as if they were facing a formidable enemy.
The contrast between the two made Zheng Ren a little uncomfortable.
The surgery was very smooth. Because it was only 34 weeks, the child's cry was a little weak when he was cut out.
However, soon after a doctor finished the treatment, the child was sent out.
He had to live in the incubator for a period of time before he could survive. It was really hard to be pregnant for ten months.
Coupled with the placenta allergy, Zheng Ren did not know how Song Mo survived.
12 '05 ″. After the last stitch, the surgery was declared over.
There was still 6 '18 ″ left. Zheng Ren had been using his phone to keep time. Su Yun looked at Zheng Ren's strange behavior but did not ask.
He was a little nervous.
Before the surgery, the rich man from Hong Kong had directly shown up to express his importance to Song Mo's surgery.
Even the unrestrained Su Yun felt that it was a little ridiculous to put everything on a very unreliable diagnosis of placenta allergy.
It was ridiculous. Who asked the boss to make the diagnosis?
Moreover, in a legal sense, Song Mo had given the right to treat and resuscitation to Zheng Ren. Even if Zheng Ren injected Song Mo now and caused his death, he would not be held responsible.
Su Yun did not know why Song Mo had so much confidence in Zheng Ren.
After the surgery, according to the original plan, he continued to use the ventilator to assist in breathing and waited for the severe allergy symptoms to appear.
The obstetrician and gynecologist of the sanatorium took off her sterile clothes and came to the observation room. She said very seriously, "Doctor Zheng, I think the patient can be stopped from anesthesia now and sent back to the ward."
All the instruments in front of Zheng Ren were quiet and his vital signs could not be more normal.
In a general sense, what she said was right.
After the anesthesia was awakened and sent back to the ward, the surgery was declared a successful end.
Everyone could open the champagne to celebrate.
Zheng Ren glanced at the time. There was still 5 ′ 22 ″ left.
He shook his head in silence, his eyes fixed on the row of instruments in front of him.
"Doctor Zheng, I don't know what you're waiting for," the obstetrician said. The obstetrician and gynecologist said, "But as a doctor, I don't think your current behavior is correct."
She paused for a moment, suppressed the anger in her heart, and said, "All the vital signs are very stable and can even be described as perfect. This surgery is very smooth and there will be no postoperative bleeding. Even if there is, we can still step down to observe. "
There was still 4 ′ 51 ″ left.
"No." Zheng Ren was very annoyed.
Although he had successfully resuscitated dozens of times in the operating theater, he had spent a lot of surgical training time.
Zheng Ren still felt a little distressed.
He sat in the chair, not looking at the famous doctor in Hong Kong who had performed cesarean sections on countless celebrities.
His gaze was focused on the phone in front of him.
"Doctor Zheng, you have violated the most basic medical ethics and Song Mo's trust in you," Huo Mengbo stood up and said in a deep voice.
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