After checking the extracorporeal circulation machine, Lao He looked at the stunned anesthesiologist of the International Hospital. He was happy, but there was no expression on his face.
"This, find a player." He took out a thumb drive from the pocket of his isolation suit and handed it to the anesthesiologist.
"Teacher … This is …" The anesthesiologist on the other side was stunned by the orderly and bustling surgical preparation process.
Anyone who was in the medical field knew what the meticulous and meticulous preparation of this group of people meant after they came in.
This was what it meant to be a professional!
What does professionalism mean?
His skill level was beyond the horizon!
It was not a big deal to confidently perform surgery in his own hospital. Going to an unfamiliar place where many things didn't match, and being able to casually find something to replace them with, that was a true skill!
Now, this rather old anesthesiologist had taken out a USB drive. Could it be some kind of secret weapon?
Lao He smiled and didn't say anything. He continued to check the type, concentration, and speed of administration of the anesthetic.
The young anesthesiologist was filled with excitement as he held the USB flash drive.
The awesome anesthesiologist of the 912 had given him a USB flash drive before the surgery. It must have contained a secret manual for the surgery!
As long as the operating theater was of a slightly higher grade, there would be audio playback equipment, especially in hybrid operating theaters.
Smaller hospitals did not even have a hybrid operating theater. However, the hybrid operating theaters in international hospitals could only perform a few surgeries in a year.
The young anesthetist's heart was filled with a sense of holiness as he inserted the USB drive and turned on the computer.
There was only one file in the USB. He clicked on it and opened it.
The singing of "Good luck" immediately came from the operating theater.
[Fold a thousand paper cranes and tie a red ribbon around it. May good luck come to kind-hearted people every day …]
Holy sh * t … The young anesthesiologist was dumbfounded.
What the hell is this? Could it be any more unsophisticated?
It was a tradition to play music in the operating theater. Of course, many doctors did not like noise and preferred silence.
The older generation loved popular songs. The song "A Small Bamboo Raft Walking in the River" was quite impassioned.
But what the hell was this? Was this good luck?
"Lao He, you're going too far!" Su Yun roared. "You're going out for surgery, and you're still playing this lousy song!"
"Brother Yun, don't mind me. Boss Zheng likes it," Lao He said with a cheeky smile. Others took Su Yun seriously, but Lao He did not think so.
The medical team only had one leader, and that was Boss Zheng. He just needed to suck up to Boss Zheng. What other people thought was not important.
Besides, it was just a song. Why take it so seriously?
He just said it with a mischievous smile, causing Su Yun to be unable to use his martial arts.
"Boss, please take care of it!" Su Yun shouted as he checked the equipment needed for the surgery.
"I'm watching the radiographic films. Don't be noisy." Zheng Ren placed his left hand under his right armpit and rested his chin on his right hand as he studied the patient's preoperative lung CT scan.
"Do you want an ultrasonic knife?" Su Yun checked the equipment and asked.
"Keep one as a backup."
"No octopus," Su Yun said.
"It's okay. You don't have to fix it. You can keep jumping," Zheng Ren said nonchalantly.
This time, Su Yun did not speak.
If the heart was not fixed in place, he knew very well how high the skill level needed to suture it.
However, that was still coronary artery surgery. Su Yun was only 70% confident that he could stitch up the heart and keep it beating.
Was this guy's surgical skills that high? Su Yun was a little surprised.
His heart was slightly in a mess, but at this time, Hao Yun's singing was still desperately transmitted to his brain through his eardrums.
Su Yun glanced at Lao He and smiled bitterly in his heart.
Lao He was probably dead set on following the boss for the rest of his life.
However, thinking about it, it made sense. Chief Mao was such a big matter. The boss had withstood the pressure of the entire hospital to turn the tables and smooth out all the trouble for Lao He.
As long as one had a bit of insight, bowing to him was the only choice. Was there even a need to think about it?
Su Yun heaved a sigh of relief. The black hair on his forehead was pressed into the sterile cap and could not float up.
"The anesthesia and circulation are ready, Boss Zheng," Lao He said after that.
"The surgical equipment is ready," Xie Yiren said. Then, she began to check the number with the operating theater nurse.
"Boss, I've disinfected it," Su Yun roared. He wanted to use his voice to drown out Hao Yun's singing.
However, the singing seemed to have a strong penetrating power. No matter what, he could hear it clearly.
"Okay," Zheng Ren said in a deep voice.
After disinfecting and laying out the sterile sheet, Zheng Ren went to wash his hands and went on stage.
He did not ask about Chief Mao's preoperative instructions. These were not things that he should care about. In the operating theater of the System, Zheng Ren also tried interventional surgery to remove the large shelf.
However, even if Zheng Ren's interventional surgery level reached the peak, he could not do this at all.
One of the positions of the large shelf was stuck in the oval fossa. It could not be solved by changing the angle of the guide wire.
Zheng Ren came to this conclusion after dissecting the simulation mannequin.
Fortunately, the success rate of the thoracotomy was 100%, and the completion rate of the surgery was 100%. Zheng Ren was not worried.
The buzzing sound of the sternum saw echoed in the operating theater. The normal sternum was made in the middle of the incision and entered the mediastinum.
"Boss Zheng, how do we intubate?" Lao He asked.
"Ascending aorta and superior vena cava," Zheng Ren answered very simply.
Having cooperated with Lao He in two cardiopulmonary bypass surgeries, Zheng Ren was still confident in Lao He's skill level.
The ascending aorta and superior vena cava were intubated to routinely establish parallel circulation. The heart did not stop beating. The right atrium was cut open, the inferior vena cava was cuffed, and the double-lumen balloon ureter was used to control the inferior vena cava bleeding.
The surgery process was simple and clear. Mao Chi stood behind Zheng Ren and watched the surgery. He sighed in his heart.
Although his mind had declined, during his heyday, when there were more than ten bypass surgeries a day, he had never seen anyone perform cardiopulmonary bypass so smoothly.
How many surgeries did it take to feed him?
Mao Chi sighed in his heart. Even if he was talented, he would not be able to reach this level without at least a hundred surgeries.
However, with his current mind, where could he find a hundred surgeries?
"Chief, Chief." Professor Zhang hurried over. Seeing that the operating table had already started, he immediately panicked.
"Are you done explaining?" Mao Chi asked without turning his head as he looked at the surgery with his hands behind his back.
Just like when he was at the 912, Mao Chi's aura as a chief could be seen at a glance.
"I'm done explaining. The patient's family has a lot of opinions, but as long as the surgery can be successful …" Professor Zhang stuck his head out and looked around.
When he saw that there were only two people standing on the operating table, his heart immediately sank.
There were only two people in a heart surgery. Wasn't this nonsense?!
"There are too few people. It's my negligence. I'll go and find someone from the Thoracic Department to help." Professor Zhang did not dare to be presumptuous on the operating table. After all, Chief Mao was here, so it was not his turn to speak.
"There's no need," a gentle voice said on the operating table. "It's going to be done soon."
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Note: The title of the secret weapon is too good. I can't bear to give it up.
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