Zheng Ren stood in front of the operating table, reached out, and the lancet appeared in his hand.
"Boss, does the bet still count?" Su Yun asked, standing opposite him.
"You're not afraid of death or losing. I admire your spirit." Zheng Ren smiled and said, "Why wouldn't I agree?"
"Let's start the surgery!" Su Yun was excited.
Zheng Ren's judgment was too unbelievable. During the preoperative discussion, Su Yun argued with him for a long time.
Old Mr. Wang did not have any other metal implants, so he could only determine that the cobalt metal came from the hip joint.
Su Yun thought it was the material, but Zheng Ren insisted that the damage was caused by ceramic fragments left nearby.
The two even made a bet for this diagnosis.
In the next 24 hours, they visited some scenic spots in Nanyang with the Wangs. Zheng Ren was not interested in crowded places. Instead, he liked the deserted and uninhabited places.
Wang Nan was also tactful. She tried her best to please Zheng Ren and soon found out what he liked.
After enjoying eighteen hours of romance and warmth on a remote and uninhabited island, he still had to come back for surgery.
Master Chu Nu Ang Sai's surgery results gave the Wangs almost unlimited confidence. Coupled with Master Yan's words, they agreed to the surgery without hesitation.
This was something Zheng Ren did not expect.
Faced with a bet that Su Yun was bound to lose, Zheng Ren did not mind making a bet with him. That was because in the System's operating room, he had already seen a ceramic fragment wrapped in the proliferating fibrous connective tissue on the CT image.
Making a bet with himself?
He was a man who could see the trump card! That was why spinach was boring. At least that was what Zheng Ren thought.
After the anesthesia was successful, Old Mr. Wang took the left decubitus position, disinfected it with iodophor, then placed a sterile towel and a skin protective film. An arc incision was made on the posterolateral side of the right hip joint, about 15 centimeters long.
There was an old scar on this side, left from the surgery three years ago.
Zheng Ren was about to follow the original incision when he heard a panicked voice from behind.
"Who are you?" Su Yun looked up and asked directly.
"I'm Dr. Keenta, an independent director of Massachusetts General Hospital. I performed the surgery three years ago." Dr. Keenta introduced himself in an isolation suit, cap, and mask.
"Boss, the main character is here," Su Yun said with a smile.
"Hello, Dr. Keenta." Zheng Ren turned around and greeted Dr. Keenta with a Boston accent.
Dr. Keenta didn't expect to hear a standard local accent in Nanyang National Hospital. For a moment, he felt very familiar.
"You are …"
"I'm Dr. Zheng Ren from the Imperial Capital Hospital."
"Are you the Doctor Zheng who won the Nobel Prize?!" Dr. Keenta asked with mixed emotions.
"The Nobel Prize has already been decided? Who told you that? " Zheng Ren turned his head, raised the scalpel, and cut open the skin of Old Mr. Wang's right hip joint along the incision made by Dr. Keenta three years ago.
The incision was neither deep nor shallow, and there were six bleeding spots. Before the bleeding could happen, Su Yun used electricity to cauterize them.
"It's from the Royal Swedish Academy of Sciences. It's said that Director Olson reported the matter to the King of Sweden because of everyone's strong opinions." Dr. Keenta said, "Oh my god, Doctor Zheng, how did you do it?"
"Rumors." At the same time, he placed the lancet on Old Master Wang's thigh and took the hemostatic forceps from Xie Yiren.
The blunt dissection was skillful and fast.
However, Zheng Ren did not deal with the original scar. Su Yun knew that this treatment could be left until the end.
He had to remove the scar tissue and resuture it. Otherwise, there would be problems with the healing of the skin surface.
Zheng Ren used the hemostatic forceps to bluntly separate the subcutaneous tissue and fascia. Where the endotherm knife was needed, the endotherm knife in Su Yun's hand rushed over like a summoned beast.
The tacit understanding between them was extreme. Dr. Keenta only watched for less than a minute before he was a little stunned.
As for why Director Olson of the Royal Swedish Academy of Sciences would directly suggest to the King of Sweden that this young interventional doctor would win the Nobel Prize, he put it to the back of his mind. Although he knew that the Nobel Prize had nothing to do with the King of Sweden, this kind of rumor was very emotional. He was especially willing to believe that it was true.
In the past, Dr. Keenta thought that this was a complete scandal. It was simply a very shameless approach.
However, the surgery that was presented in front of him was so smooth and skilled. Dr. Keenta was like a rock fan who saw Elvis Presley reborn. Everything else was thrown to the back of his mind.
Watching this kind of surgery was simply a great enjoyment.
Moreover, the surgeon was performing a second-stage hip replacement surgery! For Dr. Keenta, this was his field of expertise and he could see more details.
Zheng Ren cut the iliotibial band along the direction of the gluteus maximus muscle fiber until it reached the lower part of the greater tuberosity.
Because it was a second surgery, the fiber tissue adhesion here was a little heavy. Dr. Keenta also knew this. He tried his best to open his eyes wide to see how this candidate for the Nobel Prize would deal with it.
However, his way of dealing with it was the same as before.
He made an incision and followed the small incision. The hemostatic forceps were inserted and began to dissociate.
If there was a bleeding point, he would discover it early. Even when Dr. Keenta, who was standing behind him, did not see it, he would use the ultrasonic knife to cut it off.
The surgical area was very clean. There was almost no bleeding.
Some of the capillaries were cut, but the summoned beast-like electric burn immediately froze the capillaries.
The amount of bleeding … Dr. Keenta thought it was only 1ml.
This must be magic! Dr. Keenta thought in a daze.
However, the surgeon and the assistant seemed to think that this was normal. There was no communication and the surgery continued.
A pair of biting forceps was slapped into Zheng Ren's hand. He bit off the outer bursa of the greater tuberosity while Su Yun was responsible for stopping the bleeding.
"Boss, there's a lot of bleeding. Slow down," Su Yun complained in dissatisfaction.
"It's okay. Is it 5ml?" Zheng Ren asked.
"Can't you be strict with yourself? Do a hip replacement surgery with zero bleeding? "Su Yun asked.
Lao He smiled bitterly.
Up to this point, he had already achieved the lowest amount of blood loss in the hip replacement surgery he had ever performed.
Moreover, it was a second surgery, which was several times more difficult than a first surgery.
But why was Brother Yun still not satisfied?
Did he have to be stricter with himself? Lao He fell into deep thought.
He did not know what the twin sisters in Sea City were doing. Did they improve rapidly under Boss Zheng's whip?
At the thought of the twin sisters being whipped … Lao He instantly became evil.
"Lao He, help with internal rotation," Zheng Ren said.
A crisp whip sound appeared in Lao He's mind. Then, he came back to his senses and ran to the bottom of the surgical area to internally rotate the patient's right lower limb.
As the internal rotation of the right lower limb was completed, the external femoral rotator muscle was revealed in the surgical area. Zheng Ren cut along the attachment, gradually cut, ligated, and sutured, revealing the joint capsule.
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