The male scrub nurse did not retort. He did not even have time to be unhappy. It did not matter what he said as long as someone spoke.
The few people present didn't notice that they had to turn off the background music, especially after the second random song. Everyone's mind was filled with mysterious words like 'misfortune' and 'misfortune'.
Zheng Ren took the large curved retractor. Following his experience in the System's operating theater, he used the retractor as protection and stuffed a few pieces of gauze into it before carefully dissecting the back of the parasitic fetus.
He had mastered the blunt scissors, using the blunt edge of the scissors to dissect the parasitic fetus' adhesion position.
The ultrasonic knife in Su Yun's hand followed the blunt scissors.
Zheng Ren was very careful not to make any movements that would cause his hands to be out of his field of vision. At the same time, he did not allow Su Yun to do anything similar. Everything was under control.
Although the surgery was a little slow, it was stable.
Time passed by. Although the surgery was performed slowly, the overall progress was unwaveringly moving forward.
Surprisingly, the song "Red Wedding Dress" was played in random mode four times in a row as if it had been played on a loop.
Other than Zheng Ren and Su Yun, everyone was on the verge of collapse.
Clap, clap, clap. The sound of the ultrasonic knife was mixed with the song, like some kind of mixing sound. Not only did it not offset the strangeness of the red wedding dress, but it also added a kind of gloominess.
"Pathology basin," Zheng Ren said in a deep voice.
Two seconds later, the scrub nurse did not move. He was hopelessly distracted, still calculating the probability of playing the same song four times in a row.
Zheng Ren frowned and glanced at the male scrub nurse, sighing in his heart. If she was there, this would definitely not happen.
However, Zheng Ren would not ask her for this kind of surgery.
At this time, after cutting off the parasitic fetus, Zheng Ren was in a relaxed mood. It was already very good that he was not 'bitten' and the surgery was not affected because of the protection.
At that moment, he heard the ending of the red wedding dress — A night of pleasure, not not my fault, a night of pleasure, not my fault.
"What song is this? Why is it not 'Good Luck Comes'?" Zheng Ren's voice was like a big bell that shattered the sad and strange singing.
"Do you have any taste?" Su Yun said unhappily. "Hey, young man, pathology basin!"
"Oh, oh." The male scrub nurse and Lao He acknowledged at the same time and handed over the pathology basin. Lao He ran to the computer like a rabbit. He did not even click to exit and directly pulled out Su Yun's USB drive.
At the last moment, he glanced at the USB drive. There were at least a hundred songs. What the hell? Out of hundreds of songs, he was able to get it randomly four times in a row. How low was the probability?
[Good luck, good luck to you …]
Hearing the familiar song, Lao He burst into tears.
Once upon a time, he felt a little nauseous when he heard the phrase 'good luck'. This song was so festive that it made one's head hurt after hearing it too much.
But there was no harm without comparison.
In contrast to the ghastly and strange red wedding dress, good luck really matched the atmosphere of the operating theater. Not to mention anything else, just the words' good luck 'were worth listening to for a lifetime, Lao He thought.
"Sigh." After hearing the song, Su Yun sighed. He looked around the operating theater and glanced at everyone in disdain, including his own boss.
It was contempt of taste.
Zheng Ren did not notice Su Yun's gaze as he placed the parasitic fetus into the pathology basin. He used the retractor to cover the intestines and internal organs. Seeing that there was no active bleeding, he felt very at ease.
"Rinse.
"Brother Feng, your retractor should be a little higher.
"Expose the position of the splenic fossa. Let me take a look.
"Put on a cover for the aspirator.
Instructions were mixed in the song of good luck, breaking through the previous haze in the operating theater. It was as if a ray of sunlight had pierced through the thick clouds and shone into the operating theater.
"Don't move the pathology. Cover it with a large piece of gauze. Just show it to the patient's family later," Zheng Ren said.
"Okay." The male scrub nurse also became a little more active under the cover of good luck's background music. The temperature in the room rose rapidly with the song of good luck and the end of the main part of the surgery. He responded briskly.
The pathology basin was placed to the side and covered with a white gauze pad.
"Brother Feng, be careful when you take the parasitic fetus to the patient's family later," Zheng Ren said as he rinsed. "Don't use your hands. You must use oval forceps."
"Okay." Feng Jianguo's courage had long been broken. He nodded repeatedly.
He had originally planned to take a good look at Boss Zheng's skills during the surgery, but he did not expect to be scared out of his wits by the song "Red Wedding Dress".
"Boss, why don't we listen to another song? This song is too old-fashioned," Su Yun nagged.
"It's quite good. I'm in the middle of a surgery. How can I be in the mood to listen to music? All we have to do is get some good luck. That's not important. " Zheng Ren narrowed his eyes and observed the operating area, repeatedly confirming that there was no bleeding. Then, he said, "Prepare to close the abdomen and count the instruments."
The circulating nurse and scrub nurse began to count the instruments while Zheng Ren began to thread the needle and suture the peritoneum.
"You really have no sense of aesthetics at all," Su Yun said. "Red Wedding Dress just now was so poignant and beautiful. Didn't you hear it?"
"What the patient needs is not poignant and beautiful, but good luck. Well, the doctor too, "Zheng Ren said.
Su Yun shrugged his shoulders. The three masks he was wearing were slightly uneven. As he helped Zheng Ren suture, he said to Feng Jianguo, "Brother Feng, are you not going to take the pathology specimen to the patient's family now?"
It was time for the surgeon to show the patient's family the pathology specimen. However, for some reason, Feng Jianguo did not move.
"I … I'll wait for Boss Zheng to go together," Feng Jianguo said with a frown.
"Coward!" Su Yun laughed and said, "Brother Feng, don't tell me you've never interned in the gynecology and obstetrics department."
"That was many years ago," Feng Jianguo said. "Xiaocao, come and help me brush your hands."
Feng Jianguo prepared to let Quan Xiaocao and Su Yun suture while he pulled Boss Zheng to show the patient's family the parasitic fetus.
In fact, if it were not for the red wedding dress just now, it would not have been like this. However, once this kind of state of mind was born, the gloomy and terrifying aura was bone-chilling. He was still a little afraid.
He called Quan Xiaocao twice, but there was no response for a long time.
Feng Jianguo turned his head and glanced around the operating room. He did not see Quan Xiaocao.
"Where's Xiaocao?"
The circulating nurse was counting the instruments and nagging. She said unhappily, "She was scared to tears during the second cycle just now. She's probably wiping her tears in the changing room now."
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