Under the beating of Boss Zheng's hemostatic forceps, Zhao Yunlong completed the surgery.
After the surgery, Boss Zheng tore off the sterile clothes and turned to leave with Lin Yuan.
Zhao Yunlong stood quietly on the operating table. He did not think about how to explain to the patient's family about the bleeding after radiofrequency ablation.
As long as the trouble was solved, everything else was not a big deal. Even if the patient's family was unhappy, the patient suffered, and spent money, there was nothing they could do.
Without complete confidence before the surgery, no one would promise that it would definitely go smoothly. As long as the person could recover, most of the patient's family members would be reasonable and understand.
At the very least, there were no longer any practicing doctors who nitpicked. Most people still had good intentions. This was not a problem.
The light of the shadowless lamp was a little dazzling. Zhao Yunlong looked at the screen opposite him and recalled the entire process of the surgery in his mind.
He stood in front of the operating table like a sculpture. From the first time Boss Zheng waved the hemostatic forceps, he slowly went through the details of the surgery in detail.
Interventional surgery was considered a new discipline. Many of the operations were figured out by the doctors themselves and had not been thoroughly tempered.
Even in the beginning, during the live broadcast of the surgery in Xinglin Garden, Wu Haishi and Old Wu could determine some of the details of the surgeon through the cross operation of his left and right hands.
Zhao Yunlong was also considered an outstanding interventional surgery. However, today, he put himself on an anvil and let Boss Zheng beat him up. Only then did he know how big the gap between his surgery and Boss Zheng's was.
Good and bad had to be compared.
Without comparison, there would be no harm. The damage that this surgery brought to Zhao Yunlong was not only a series of hits, but also a critical hit.
Even many of the concepts in the operation were overturned by Boss Zheng mercilessly.
Zhao Yunlong felt that he understood some of the details at that time. Now that he thought about it, the more he thought about it, the more he felt that it made sense.
The radial styloid process of his right hand was still hurting, but there was no stinging pain or movement obstruction. The pain made Zhao Yunlong more clear-headed.
He had a lot of inner drama. He even judged the details of the surgery from the angle and strength that Boss Zheng used to hit his radial styloid process with the hemostatic forceps.
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"Boss Zheng, why are there so many flaws in Professor Zhao's surgery?"
After changing their clothes, Lin Yuan asked on the way back to the Intervention Department.
"His surgical skills are quite good. If I hit him once, if he has the heart, he will be able to understand a lot during the next surgery," Zheng Ren said casually.
"A lot?"
"Yes, including the details of the surgery, and …"
"And what?"
"The gap between him and me," Zheng Ren said lightly.
Lin Yuan carefully savored Boss Zheng's words. Moreover, this was the truth.
Although Zhao Yunlong was beaten up like an old dog by Boss Zheng on the operating table, Lin Yuan knew in his heart that it was because Boss Zheng's standard was too high, and it should not be because a professor from the 912 was too weak.
He would also make some of Zhao Yunlong's mistakes. But for the time being, he could not experience the details.
However, she was not in a hurry. She was still young and had plenty of time to learn, experience, and improve.
Zheng Ren took out his phone and made a call.
"Where?"
"Uh … Is it serious?"
"I'll go take a look."
"Alright, I don't have anything to do here. I might have dinner with the British medical team tonight or something."
After a few more words, Zheng Ren hung up.
"Brother Yun?" Lin Yuan asked. "What's wrong?"
"A few days ago, he did chest compressions on his right forearm. Old Fan is rubbing it with medicinal wine," Zheng Ren said.
Lin Yuan was stunned.
During the liver transplant, when the patient's heart stopped, Lin Yuan did not feel that anything important had happened.
To her, Brother Yun's rescue was very standard, and it did not affect Boss Zheng's surgery. It was indeed awesome, but that was all.
At this moment, she realized how much pressure her body had to endure after a few minutes of movements and 100-120 compressions per minute.
No wonder Brother Yun rejected her request at that time and let him do the compressions. This person did not know how to say good things. No wonder Sister Yue always despised him.
"Is it serious?" Lin Yuan asked worriedly.
"It should be quite serious, but with Old Fan around, there won't be any sequelae." Zheng Ren was a little worried. After thinking for a moment, he stood still and said, "Let's go to the ICU to take a look first."
"Okay."
A surgery cost a huge price. If the patient could not be saved, how aggrieved would he feel?
Lin Yuan shook her ponytail and followed Boss Zheng to make a ward round.
After the liver transplant, Chen Li's condition had improved. His body temperature had dropped, and his blood coagulation function had begun to recover.
Zheng Ren observed for ten minutes before leaving the ICU.
The medical level of the 912 intensive care unit was quite high. Zheng Ren had nothing else to say.
Seeing that Chen Li was gradually getting better and there were no major complications after the liver transplant, the color of the System panel also changed from white to red. Boss Zheng's heart also calmed down.
However, when he thought of eating at night, Zheng Ren had a headache.
The good mood from the success of the surgery was gone. As he walked, his mood began to drop.
"Boss Zheng, the patient is recovering well. Are you still not satisfied?" Lin Yuan felt the change in Boss Zheng's mood, but she did not understand why there was such a change. She asked in surprise.
"I'm very satisfied," Zheng Ren replied in boredom. After thinking about it, he did not go to the interventional department. Instead, he said, "I'll go to the emergency department for a while. You can go back and write the medical record yourself."
"I'll go with you to take a look." Lin Yuan volunteered. "I'll write the medical record tonight. You guys go accompany the British experts, so I won't go. I'll stay and write the medical record."
It was good that he could stay and write the medical record. Zheng Ren thought about it and sighed.
Lin Yuan could use this reason, but he could not. Zheng Ren knew in his heart that if he said that, Director Yan would probably be so angry that he would have a heart attack.
'It's still better to be invisible,' Zheng Ren thought to himself. He was a little envious of Lin Yuan.
He didn't chase Lin Yuan away. If he wanted to follow, then let him follow. It didn't matter.
When he arrived at the emergency department, there was a commotion in the corridor. The noise was like a tidal wave, and he found it familiar.
Zhou Litao was so busy that he almost flew up. However, he was surrounded by a few family members and was in a sorry state.
Zheng Ren's footsteps unconsciously quickened as he walked over.
"Doctor, we don't want to be hospitalized. We don't have any money at all. We'll die even if we're hospitalized. Just take us back," a middle-aged man said sloppily.
Zhou Litao was not willing to do that. He explained, "When the patient was admitted to the hospital, I felt that his heart rate was fine. It doesn't seem like he can't be saved. Go for a checkup. If the injury is light, he can stay for a few days."
"It doesn't cost money to do a check-up." The sloppy middle-aged man said disdainfully, "Anyway, we don't have any money. If the culprit gives us some money, we'll drag him back and burn him when he breathes his last. We definitely won't cause trouble for you."
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