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Su Yun silently turned around with his back to Feng Jianguo and raised his hands in front of his chest. He changed his position and stood opposite Feng Jianguo.
So infuriating.
Medical treatment was just like that. It was all about the standard. It wasn't that people didn't abuse their power to bully others, but they would be looked down upon by others.
Putting the hat of not knowing how to treat a patient on one's head, in the old saying, it was called being ridiculed in the back.
Su Yun was also depressed. Usually, he stood at the top of the food chain and looked down on others, but at the boss's place, he was completely eaten.
It wasn't easy for him to find a "suspected" opportunity, but he was directly listed by the boss in terms of number one, two, three, four, five. He didn't even dare to fart.
How infuriating!
"Su Yun, you're a doctor with a big heart. How can you perform gastrointestinal surgery so well?" Feng Jianguo asked with a smile. "Today, I saw that Boss Zheng's hand speed is really good."
"I'm not good enough. Don't you have to do a good job?" Su Yun lowered his head and reached out. The nurse subconsciously handed him the needle holder.
Su Yun took the needle holder and began to close the abdominal cavity.
Feng Jianguo was slightly annoyed. It was fine if it was Boss Zheng. No matter what, the surgery was done well, and the diagnosis was very clear.
During the surgery, the diagnosis was correct, so there was nothing more to say.
But this was an abdominal closure. How could he compete with him?
No matter what, he was a leading professor in the Department of Gastrointestinal Surgery. Did he really think of himself as an intern?
If it weren't for Boss Zheng …
Just as he thought of this, the needle holder hit the big forceps in Feng Jianguo's hand.
"Tie a knot." Su Yun did not even raise his head. It was obvious that he was not in a good mood.
Feng Jianguo was furious, but when he took a closer look, he was dumbfounded.
The peritoneal incision was approximately 4C. Nine stitches had been sutured neatly, and the distance between the stitches was 0.5C.
At the most difficult corner, Su Yun dropped two stitches. These two needles were exquisitely placed. They looked simple, but they were very particular.
If the stitching was not good enough, there would be a protruding corner.
Doctors had different names for this horn. Some were called rabbit ears, some were called ox horns, but the meaning was the same.
The stitches looked ugly, and there might be problems.
Feng Jianguo had been in the Department of Gastrointestinal Surgery for many years. Even he could not handle this kind of technical problem perfectly.
What was important here was that the needle fell like silk. After the knot was finished, the edges were neat as if they had not been cut.
He took a glance and saw that Su Yun was using the number one line. His heart trembled.
The peritoneum is rarely sutured with a No. 1 thread.
Line 1 was too thin, so Line 4 or Line 7 was usually used.
Although the thread was thick and the foreign body's reaction was strong, it was relatively safer.
What did he mean by that?
Feng Jianguo was knocked, and his hands slowed down a little. Vaguely hearing a sigh from the other side, Su Yun patted the needle holder on the child's leg, picked up the thread scissors with his right hand, and began to tie a knot.
His fingers were light. Without Feng Jianguo's help to close the peritoneum to reduce the pressure, his fingers were like butterflies weaving through flowers, and a beautiful knot appeared on the peritoneum.
The first knot had to bear a lot of tension. After all, there was still abdominal pressure. The pressure pulled on both sides of the peritoneal incision, and the knot could easily break.
Even if it was a No. 7 suture, it was not rare for accidents to occur due to weak knots and the need to be sutured again.
Feng Jianguo was stunned.
The difficulty of the surgery was high. If it was done smoothly, it could reflect the surgeon's superb skills. However, this kind of 'small work' was something that any surgeon could do. The details could reflect a strong level and confidence.
Just as he was stunned, three knots had already been tied.
There were a total of seven knots. Feng Jianguo suddenly became nervous.
Not to mention that he could not do the suture, he could not even tie the knot.
This matter was …
However, to tie a knot to Su Yun's level … Feng Jianguo's hands were trembling.
How could he dare to hold a pair of thread scissors in his hand?
When Feng Jianguo was focused, he used everything he had learned in his life, and his state was raised to its peak. After he finished the two most beautiful knots in his career, the thread scissors arrived.
Without a sound, the knot was cut, leaving just the right amount of thread.
The thread could not be short, or else the knot might fall apart. However, it could not be long either. This was a foreign body reaction, and the less, the better.
Looking at Su Yun's extreme operation, Feng Jianguo was speechless.
How infuriating.
Silence.
The peritoneum and muscles were sutured layer by layer. The patient was a child. Because there was less fat and the muscles were not thick, the suture speed was very fast.
"Su Yun, your skill is not bad." Professor Feng only had time to sigh after the suture was done.
"What?" Su Yun asked with his head lowered and focused on suturing the skin.
Professor Feng sweated. He had to listen to his own praise again.
Helpless, he could only repeat it again.
"Say, how did that coward Boss give a diagnosis so quickly?" Su Yun was still depressed. His mind was filled with Zheng Ren's confidence, deducing the CT scan from the basic data of the abdominal X-ray, and then giving a clear diagnosis.
"…"
Feng Jianguo sighed.
The other party's mind was not on the suture at all. He had been admiring and lamenting for a long time.
He was focused, as if facing a formidable enemy, and could catch up to Su Yun's half-hearted suture.
This basic skill could not be mastered without eight to ten years of hard work …
Tsk! How many years had he practiced? He was still not as good as Su Yun.
Thinking of this, Feng Jianguo let out a long sigh.
This was talent!
Looking at his age, it had not even been ten years since he started his first year in medical school.
Ten years of hard work.
After suturing the skin, Su Yun lowered his head and floated away. When he went out, he happened to meet Zheng Ren and Chief Wei.
"I told you it's time to finish suturing," Zheng Ren said with a smile. "Chief Wei, we'll be leaving first."
"Zhang Weiyu also said that when you have time, go to the shop and have a seat. He made some good meat," Chief Wei said. "He's sincere."
"I know, I know. I have time," Zheng Ren said casually.
After greeting Lao He, the two of them went to change their clothes and went downstairs.
"Boss, what are you going to do in the afternoon?" Su Yun suddenly raised his head and asked.
The black hair on his forehead was pressed down by the sterile cap, and he looked listless.
"Oh, it's already so late." Zheng Ren looked at the time. It was already past lunch time.
Anyway, he was not interested in eating. After thinking for a moment, he said, "Cui Lao is making a house call today. I'll go to the emergency department to take a look."
He originally thought that Su Yun would mock him. He could not sit still if he did not hear the sound of the stretcher trolley for a day or two.
However, unexpectedly, Su Yun remained silent. He put on his clothes and followed beside him.
"What's wrong with you?"
"Diagnosis? How did you do it?" Su Yun asked directly. "I calculated it. It should be 12.23 seconds faster than me."
"…" Zheng Ren was speechless. Had this guy been thinking about the video?
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