The next morning, in the director's office of the Department of Hepatobiliary and Pancreatic Surgery.
Director Li and Professor Yang sat opposite each other with serious expressions. The atmosphere was a little depressing.
"Are you fully prepared?" Director Li asked.
He was short and stout, with a round head and short hair. He looked particularly festive.
"The surgery is well prepared," Professor Yang said cautiously. "Two ultrasonic knives have been prepared. Boss Zheng used one, and I used the other. A helium knife. If there was bleeding on the surface of the liver, it could be used. Prepare 1200 red blood cells, plasma … "
"There's too little red blood cells," Director Li said sternly. "This is a hepatectomy, not a hepatectomy. What if there's a massive hemorrhage? You prepared 1200ml of red blood cells? Are you waiting for a live broadcast of a medical accident? "
After a while, Director Li emphasized, "This is a live broadcast. This is a live broadcast!"
His tone was a little heavy. Professor Yang knew that Dean Li was nervous.
Everyone had the same opinion about the live broadcast of the surgery. He could only perform simple and typical surgeries.
Once there was a preoperative evaluation, the surgery would be more complicated, and the doctor who was doing the live broadcast would not hesitate to stop the surgery.
However, Boss Zheng did not have such requirements. The right lobe of the liver was not close to the edge. The tumor with a diameter of 8 cm was cut as he said. He even had to split the liver without any ambiguity.
No matter how Chief Li thought about it, he felt that something was wrong.
Although Boss Zheng's request was a little excessive, Director Li still decided to endure it. What he was most afraid of was not that he could not do it, but that there would be major problems during the operation.
Once something happened, Yang Rui would be pointed at his nose and scolded for a lifetime.
Not to mention being promoted to deputy department head, it would be impossible for him to be a quiet professor when he took over his class in the future.
"Director, I'll prepare another 800ml of red blood cells right away," Professor Yang replied immediately.
Chief Li was from the older generation and was not used to using U to represent red blood cells. This was an old rule. Professor Yang had always remembered, so he only said ml.
"We need to prepare platelets and fibrinogen," Director Li said cautiously. "How much plasma do you have?"
“1600ml。”
"That's enough." Chief Li pondered. "Also, you must remind Boss Zheng to be slow and cautious during the surgery. As the first assistant, this is your responsibility. You can't be afraid to say it just because Boss Zheng performed the surgery well. "
Professor Yang grinned.
Director Li was telling the truth.
Boss Zheng's surgery was beautiful! In particular, the two surgeries of autologous liver transplantation and magnetic cholecystectomy made Professor Yang see the difference.
Usually, it was easy to talk to him. Boss Zheng had a good temper and had never seen him get angry with anyone.
However, it was hard to say if he was on the operating table.
During the live broadcast of the surgery, the hemostatic forceps were waved smoothly. Although there was no microphone, the sound of the hemostatic forceps hitting the radial styloid process of the wrist could be heard clearly.
Professor Yang fell silent.
"Little Yang, no matter what, Boss Zheng is from the Department of Intervention. Performing hepatobiliary and pancreatic surgery is already the limit. If you don't say anything and the surgery is messed up, in the future … "
Chief Physician Li did not continue.
If Professor Yang knew about it, what about in the future? If the live broadcast of the surgery was ruined, there would be no future.
This was a double-edged sword. It could hurt the enemy, but it could also hurt oneself.
Although Professor Yang was confident in Zheng Ren's surgical skills, he was still a little flustered as the situation approached.
He nodded, indicating that he understood.
The two of them were silent for a few seconds before Professor Yang asked, "Director, do you have any other instructions?"
"That's all," Director Li said. "Remember, stay calm."
"Then I'll send the patient to the stage," Professor Yang said.
After saying that, he turned around and walked out of the director's office.
His feet were a little light, but he immediately stabilized his emotions.
It was just a hepatectomy. It was no big deal.
Even if it was a liver transplant..,
Even if Boss Zheng did not perform well..,
Even if he found an abnormal anatomical structure in the arithmetic..,
With his own level, it was enough to complete the surgery completely.
As he thought about it, he tried his best to smile.
Although there was no one in front of him and he could not see that smile, he still smiled out of habit.
He contacted Zheng Ren. The other side was already ready. Professor Yang personally sent the patient to the stage. After sending the patient into the operating theater, Professor Yang went to change his clothes.
When he entered the operating theater and saw that the anesthesiologist was Lao He, his mood improved a little.
The song Good Luck Comes was used as background music. Although it was not that loud and majestic, it catered to Professor Yang's uneasy heart. For the first time, he felt that this song was so pleasant to listen to.
He was really lucky today to meet a pretty good anesthesiologist.
"Lao He, what a coincidence," Professor Yang said with a smile. "You're anesthetizing. I'm at ease."
"Isn't this the live broadcast of Boss Zheng's surgery? Last night, Boss Zheng and Chief Xu discussed it and specially asked me to anesthetize him." When Lao He spoke, his tone was filled with uncontrollable pride.
However, this kind of emotion did not affect the stability of his hands. He intubated the anesthesia and calculated the dosage. Everything was very stable.
This was the first time Boss Zheng had called for anesthesia. There must not be any accidents.
Professor Yang was stunned.
Boss Zheng directly called for an anesthesiologist?
He was a little ashamed.
If he called Chief Xu and called for an anesthesiologist to help with the stage, Chief Xu would probably press him into the phone line and directly scold him until the line was disconnected.
What was this?
This was the status of the pugilistic world!
"Lao He, your level is not bad. Boss Zheng can order you to do anesthesia," Professor Yang said half-truthfully, slightly jealous.
"Of course." However, Lao He treated 50% as 100%. He said with a smile, "Old Yang, you know that my anesthesia level is really high. It's not fake. If there really is an accident, there are only a handful of us in the 912 in terms of rescue. "
Professor Yang nodded.
Although his words were a little big, these words were true.
Lao He was the kind of person who could not step on the right foot.
Everyone recognized his professional skills, but due to a few mistakes, he did not even become the deputy chief.
Until now, he was still on the emergency shift.
However, Lao He's luck seemed to have changed and he was favored by Boss Zheng.
As Professor Yang thought about it, he inserted the radiographic films that Zheng Ren had seen yesterday into the radiographic film viewer.
He knew that Boss Zheng was used to watching radiographic films before the surgery.
Why wasn't he coming up yet? This was a little too arrogant.
Just as he was thinking, a deep voice was heard. "Brother Yang, I'm sorry. I met an acquaintance and chatted for a while."
Zheng Ren had already changed his clothes and was fastening his mask when he walked in. Behind him, there were two doctors. One of them was Su Yun. Professor Yang knew him. But who was the other one?
Zhou Chunyong had come over early in the morning. He followed Zheng Ren to perform the surgery. He wanted to see the liver cancer after the interventional embolization with his own eyes. Professor Yang did not know him, but he did not stop him from coming in.
"Boss Zheng, you're getting busier and busier," Professor Yang said with a smile.
"Sigh, I'm just busy," Zheng Ren said. "A friend performed surgery on his brother a few days ago. He just came to look for me and said that he wants to treat me to dinner tonight. I have to go. He said that a friend from Yang City, Mu … came to look for me. "
"Dinner? That's a good thing, "Professor Yang said with a smile." In society, you always need to know a few people. "
Zheng Ren shook his head, crossed his arms, and looked at the radiographic films in a habitual posture.
"Boss Zheng, I've prepared 2000 ml of red blood cells. Can I?" Professor Yang asked tentatively.
"I don't need that much," Zheng Ren looked at the radiographic films very seriously and said without turning his head.
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