Many felt regretful. Why did the surgery recording have to be canceled? If there was a recording, the surgery would have to be reviewed a hundred times, regardless of success or failure.
[Hybrid surgery … I've only heard of it, but never seen it.]
[At least you've heard of it. I only found out about the hybrid operating room on Baidu.]
[Only Tertiary Grade A hospitals in major cities have hybrid operating rooms, and they have to be newly built. Before the expansion, Union Medical College Hospital, Fuwai Hospital, and Huaxi Hospital didn't have hybrid operating rooms.]
The comments were sparse, and the young doctors were in no mood to chat as they watched the surgery with rapt attention.
A pair of steady hands appeared in the livestream's field of vision. The left and right hands crossed, and the right hand twisted the micro-guide wire rapidly. In less than a minute, the view changed to that of the surgeon's screen.
The micro-guide wire was in place, and the catheter was inserted, followed by contrast.
Unlike in the past, the catheter was inserted into the aorta. In the livestream, contrast agent was injected into the aorta.
Was it too rushed? Or was it because of something else?
After injecting the contrast agent into the high-pressure injector, Zheng Ren stopped and focused on the image on the screen.
Since they did not know the location of the bleeding, they could only use this method.
Although it would take some time, it would save a lot of time and increase the success rate of the surgery.
Ten seconds …
Twenty seconds …
Time ticked by. The X-ray imaging equipment was turned on, converting the flow of contrast agent in Miao Xiaohua's body into an image and presenting it to Zheng Ren, frame by frame.
Here!
Finally, at the 23rd second, Zheng Ren found the bleeding point.
Left gastric artery!
After removing the interventional surgery sheet, Zheng Ren and Su Yun quickly rearranged the surgical drapes, scrubbed in, and prepared for the laparotomy.
Many people in Xinglin Garden were confused.
[Pancreatic pseudocyst? It's a rare disease. What was the surgeon looking at?]
[Don't know, same question.]
[I'm guessing the surgeon was looking for the bleeding point. Based on the location, it's the left gastric artery. The surgeon checked the location of the bleeding, but the patient's blood pressure is too low, so he can only rely on experience to determine the location.]
[F * ck … This surgery relies on experience. How many resuscitation attempts would that require? The patient's blood pressure is undetectable, her heart rate is at 160 beats per minute, and she's showing signs of atrial fibrillation. My head hurts every time I think about this kind of resuscitation.]
[What next? Why not embolize it?]
[Brother, this is the left gastric artery. If we directly embolize it, most of the stomach will die. If the embolic agent floats into the superior mesenteric artery, most of the colon will die. This is not saving a life, but killing.]
[Are we going to open the abdomen next? Surgeries could be done this way? It was too magical. If it were us, we would have to perform an exploratory laparotomy. As for whether we can find the bleeding point quickly … it really depends on our fate.]
[It's not too bad. I just came back from my studies in the Imperial Capital. In the past six months, I've seen a few hybrid surgeries. However, I've never encountered such a dangerous situation like the one the surgeon is facing.]
In the surgery live broadcast room, the bullet screen was flying. The patient's rising heart rate and falling blood pressure affected the hearts of every doctor watching the live broadcast.
All the doctors who were watching the live broadcast had more or less participated in the rescue of critically ill patients. Everyone put themselves in the shoes of the patient, and their heart rate could not help but rise along with the patient's heart rate. Their palms were full of sweat.
The more nervous he was, the more he wanted to be mischievous.
Otherwise, the tense atmosphere in the operating theater would be overwhelming.
This was a habit that the doctors who were watching the livestream had developed over the years.
…
In the interventional surgery room in Sea City General Hospital.
Zheng Ren quickly tore off his sterile clothes and said that the left rectus abdominis muscle should be incised. Then, he took off his lead apron and scrubbed in again.
Zheng Ren had only briefly encountered pancreatic surgery in the System and had not studied it systematically.
Now, surgery for acute and chronic pancreatitis had received fundamental treatment because of the successful development of the 14-peptide somatostatin.
Conservative treatment with drugs was better than surgery. Who would be willing to risk a 30% mortality rate for surgery?
Therefore, Zheng Ren did not expect that one day he would have to face pancreatic surgery.
Fortunately!
Zheng Ren had saved a lot of skill points and experience points like a squirrel that had survived the winter.
Although the System had not issued any missions recently, Zheng Ren still had experience points to spend.
The moment he scrubbed in again, Zheng Ren brought the lead apron that had converted radiation energy into radiation back to the System and quickly took stock of his inventory.
These days, he had completed a few more main missions. He had 3246 general surgery skill points, so he had 2,025 free skill points in his inventory.
Without hesitation, Zheng Ren added 1754 skill points to the general surgery skill tree.
A cool breeze brushed past his face, and Zheng Ren felt his body lighten. Countless familiar scenes appeared in his mind. His fingers moved slightly, much lighter and more nimble.
Was this what it felt like to be a Master in general surgery? It did not seem like he had been reborn.
Looking at the remaining 271 free skill points, Zheng Ren coldly looked away and began to purchase surgery time.
After a period of accumulation, his experience points exceeded 250000.
It was not much, but it should be enough.
After all, his general surgery skill had entered the Master rank.
Zheng Ren purchased 200,000 surgery time points and 55.5 hours of intensive training in the System.
The System's operating theater rose from the ground. The simulation mannequins were already in position, waiting for surgery.
Every simulation mannequin was related to the pancreas. Naturally, Zheng Ren started with pancreatic pseudocysts.
The difficulty of pancreatic surgery was similar to liver surgery, but slightly higher.
After all, the anatomical and physiological structure of the pancreas had its own unique characteristics.
In more than 50 hours, Zheng Ren had only completed less than a hundred pancreatic surgeries. This was purely in surgery time, the kind that did not even need to close the abdomen.
…
Zheng Ren went to scrub in. Su Yun did not even have time to take off his surgical gown.
The matron opened the laparotomy bag. The other scrub nurse had already finished scrubbing in, put on her surgical gown, and began to count the various instruments.
Counting was one of the scrub nurses' tasks. The preoperative and postoperative instruments, consumables, and gauze had to be correct. Otherwise, if something was left in the patient's body … it would be a serious medical accident.
Su Yun disinfected, laid the first layer of surgical drapes, and turned to leave. He tore off his sterile surgical gown and was about to take off his lead apron to prepare to scrub in again. At the same time, Zheng Ren put on his surgical gown and began to lay the second layer of sterile surgical drapes. Their coordination was almost seamless, perfect to the extreme.
"Scalpel," Zheng Ren said as he laid out the drapes.
Because Zheng Ren's speed was too fast, the matron and the new scrub nurse were interrupted before they could finish their work of counting.
"Give him a pair of curved forceps, a scalpel, and a piece of gauze. We'll continue counting." The matron glared at Zheng Ren but understood his anxiety.
"Also, use an aspirator and a condom."
This level of coordination was much worse than when he worked with Xie Yiren.
However, at this time, Xie Yiren was squatting in the corner of the operating console room and crying, unable to cooperate with the surgery.
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