Two days later, in the afternoon, Zheng Ren and Su Yun came to the operating theater.
The preoperative examination of the patient with the parasitic fetus had been completed. There were no surgical contraindications. It was arranged for Zheng Ren to perform the TIPS surgery today.
It was not a live broadcast of the surgery, but Zheng Ren greeted Chief Xu and found Lao He to anesthetize the patient.
As soon as he entered the operating theater, Hao Yunlai's singing voice could be heard.
Su Yun frowned and said, "Lao He, you need to change the song. Even a single doesn't loop like you. How many times have I heard it? Isn't it disgusting? "
Lao He just chuckled and then said, "The anesthesia has been completed. The patient's condition is stable."
However, Su Yun did not go to scrub his hands immediately. He took out a USB flash drive from the pocket of his isolation suit and shook it at Lao He.
Lao He was also very helpless. Brother Yun did not want to listen to Hao Yunlai, but Boss Zheng had never said that he would change the song. What else could he do?
If he wanted to change it, let him change it. He would not change it anyway.
"What should I listen to? Let's play it randomly. "Su Yun replaced the USB flash drive and clicked play.
As for what song it was, Su Yun did not care.
Zheng Ren was even less bothered. His ears could not hear the sounds around him at all. His mind recalled the scene of his injury and repeatedly reminded himself that this surgery had to be done slowly, very slowly.
Quan Xiaocao was about to scrub her hands and disinfect when Zheng Ren said, "Xiaocao, don't do this surgery."
"Huh?" Quan Xiaocao was stunned.
"Do you have guts?"
Quan Xiaocao shook her head in confusion. Su Yun smiled and said, "If I'm brave, I won't be so scared. I must be very small."
"Then you go down and do your work. Be careful with this surgery. We'll do it slowly," Zheng Ren said.
After hearing Boss Zheng's words, the people on the operating table were stunned.
Feng Jianguo suddenly realized that Boss Zheng's exclusive scrub nurse was not on stage. Yesterday, he had asked Chief Xu for the only male nurse in the operating theater to support the stage.
Wasn't it just a parasitic fetus? Would it be very scary? Feng Jianguo was a little confused.
Quan Xiaocao was a little reluctant, but she did not have the courage to deny Boss Zheng's words.
"Xiaocao, don't worry. The boss is not kicking you off the stage. He's just worried that the parasitic fetus surgery will look strange." Su Yun smiled and comforted Quan Xiaocao.
"Oh." Quan Xiaocao's voice was trembling.
"If you want to look, then look. Just don't cry after you're done." Su Yun said, "Brother Feng, I'm going to wash my hands."
After that, the two of them went to scrub in together. Unfamiliar music echoed in the operating theater.
The background music was no longer good luck, which made Lao He a little absent-minded.
When Su Yun changed the music, Lao He did not pay much attention to it, but once he was ready to open the stage, he looked at the numbers on the ventilator and the monitor. When he heard the unfamiliar music in his ears, he felt that something was missing.
Washing hands, disinfecting, laying out sheets, everything went smoothly. However, Lao He looked at the operating table and felt uneasy. He was afraid that something would go wrong and felt that something would definitely happen today.
That shouldn't be the case. Lao He was also a little puzzled.
Boss Zheng's skills were there. Although parasitic fetuses were rare, the surgery was nothing special.
It must be because of some mysterious saying in the medical industry, Lao He thought to himself.
For example, one could never say that they were idle while on duty. Once someone said that, they would be busy all the way until dawn.
In the past, when he was still on duty, Lao He had a habit — he refused to take off his socks to sleep.
This was a summary of experience. If he took off his socks to sleep, he would definitely come to the emergency department at night! This was a lesson learned in blood and tears. Lao He would remember it for the rest of his life.
Could it be that the song 'good luck is coming' was also going to become an objective rule?
Lao He looked at the surrounding equipment very calmly and began to check if there was anything wrong with the equipment again like he had obsessive-compulsive disorder.
The main thing was the ventilator. All kinds of pipes and wires were stable. There was no water in the pipes, and the airway pressure was normal.
Lao He figured out the things he was responsible for and then stopped talking.
He could not tell Boss Zheng just because of a guess in his heart, right? Legend had it that the witches who said unlucky words were all burned to death.
Uh … he could not think that way. Boss Zheng had already performed surgery on the witches.
While Lao He was letting his imagination run wild, the surgery began.
However, Boss Zheng's performance was like a mouse before an earthquake. It should be an indication of something. Lao He felt uneasy.
Although it was not the Heaven and Earth Mouth, it was almost there.
In the history of surgery, the more delicate the surgery was, the smaller the trauma. Nowadays, it was rare to see surgeries at the Heaven and Earth Mouth. Lao He found another piece of evidence.
However, Boss Zheng's surgery was really beautiful. He cut it open, separated it layer by layer, opened the abdominal cavity, and exposed the location of the parasitic fetus.
It looked like a tumor. There was a translucent membrane on the outside, and one could vaguely see an incomplete fetus-shaped object inside.
Lao He looked at the parasitic fetus and felt a little flustered.
"Slow down, Su Yun, especially you," Zheng Ren said. "I'll do it when it's time to separate. Don't do anything."
Su Yun was a little surprised but he did not say anything. Instead, he nodded.
Zheng Ren stretched out his hand. After two seconds, the scrub nurse asked, "Boss Zheng, do you want big forceps or hemostatic forceps?"
"Blunt scissors."
Zheng Ren clapped the scissors in his hand and began to perform blunt dissection.
At this moment, the sound of the background music suddenly changed.
The previous song was over, and this song … had a somewhat eerie feeling.
The noise and distorted sound of the guitar came out. After a pause, the cold and lonely music sounded like it was haunted.
Lao He was stunned for a moment. He tightened his isolation suit. He felt a little cold.
"Brother Yun, what kind of music is this?" Lao He asked softly.
"Red wedding dress. Have you never heard of it?" Su Yun lowered his head and looked at Zheng Ren performing blunt dissection. He casually answered Lao He's question and paid attention to his hand not appearing in a place where he could not see it.
He did not know what the boss was thinking. He could always foresee danger. Su Yun had thought of many possibilities, but none of them matched his guess.
In short, he just had to be obedient. There must be something strange about this surgery.
"Red wedding dress? Why is it in this style? " Lao He asked when he saw Quan Xiaocao standing behind Boss Zheng. Her body had begun to tremble faintly.
If he did not say anything at this time, even an experienced anesthesiologist like Lao He would not be able to hold on.
MD！ No wonder Boss Zheng wanted to kick Quan Xiaocao off the stage before the surgery started. Such a gloomy surgery coupled with such a gloomy background music was really killing him.
"Music from the beginning of the century, Teacher Wu Hongfei's work. It's said that this song has already been banned, "Su Yun said very casually." Moreover, there are rumors in the pugilistic world that this song has scared people to death. "
"…"
Lao He was dumbfounded. A song scared people to death? Then what did it mean to play it in the operating theater?
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