Loosen the ferrule, remove the large catheter, and tighten the distal end of the pacemaker wire with the ferrule. The proximal exposed section of the right ventricular pacemaker wire was cut and sterilized with iodophor. The stump was washed with saline. The ferrule was pulled down into the vascular sheath and was pulled out from the femoral vein.
"Done," Zheng Ren said.
"The patient will wake up in two minutes," Lao He said with a smile.
He began to clean up the row of syringes in front of him. These preparations were equivalent to doing useless work, but they had to be done.
He turned around and walked off the stage. "Send him to the ICU for observation for two days after surgery."
"Boss, do you have to be so cautious? I was afraid that the patient would get impatient lying in the ICU. If he's in a hurry, he can go home tonight. "Su Yun said.
"It's better to be cautious even though there won't be any complications." Zheng Ren looked at the 110% completion rate on the System's panel and insisted.
"See? The boss has obsessive-compulsive disorder. Do you know any good therapists in America? Introduce him to someone. "Su Yun turned and said to Lin Yuan.
Lin Yuan tactfully did not continue the conversation. Brother Yun could go against Boss Zheng, but he could not. Even if they were in the Imperial Capital at this moment, even if their old master was standing outside.
"Let's observe for a while." Zheng Ren picked up the broken end of the wire and looked at it carefully. Then, he looked at the woman and asked, "Yiren, you've been standing for three hours. Are you tired?"
"I'm not tired." Xie Yiren narrowed her eyes and said, "Have you had dinner? What do you want to eat? I'll make it at home. "
"Let's just grab a bite outside," Zheng Ren said. "Don't cook at home. It's too troublesome. What time is it now? If I finish cleaning up, I'll disturb your sleep. "
"Erm, let me think about what to eat." Xie Yiren smiled sweetly. Zheng Ren could vaguely feel his Stamina skyrocketing, the exhaustion brought about by the surgery swept away.
"I'll get back to work then." After saying that, he walked out of the operating theater with the broken end of the wire.
To his surprise, the control room was a mess. Chief Pang stood in front of the control panel, the front of his isolation suit drenched in sweat.
Zheng Ren was puzzled. Why was he not so tired when he was performing the surgery? Why was he on the verge of death watching the surgery from below?
"What's wrong?" Zheng Ren asked curiously.
"I was bending over to look at the screen for too long and flashed," Dean Lin said helplessly.
"…"
Zheng Ren looked at Chief Pang speechlessly, not knowing what to say. However, looking at the System panel, there did not seem to be any fatal illness. Zheng Ren shook his head slightly.
"This is the electrode head and wire left in the heart. Director Lin, take a look and then explain to the patient's family." Zheng Ren took a sterile gauze and placed it on the electrode head left in the heart and handed it to Director Lin.
"Boss Zheng, is Elder Chang alright?" Director Lin asked.
"Don't worry, the surgery went well. He can go home after two days of observation in the ICU." Zheng Ren said, "However, we must observe for 48 hours to prevent small emboli from blocking the cardiovascular and cerebral vessels."
"Yes, yes." Dean Lin nodded repeatedly, feeling delighted.
"Dean Lin, are you busy?" A voice came from the door.
Director Lin's hand that was holding the electrode head paused for a moment, and he looked back.
A burly figure appeared at the door of the control room. As expected, it was him. Director Lin was startled for a moment. Thoughts flashed through his mind as he began to ponder what had happened. Why was Secretary Yun here?
However, the speculation in his heart did not delay Director Lin's smile. He immediately walked over and said with a smile, "Secretary Yun, are you also here to see Elder Chang?"
"Elder Chang? Elder Chang from the Academy of Sciences? What happened to him? "Secretary Yun was stunned for a moment and immediately asked.
"Uh … The pacemaker's wire was broken. I had Chief Liang and Chief Pang come over. In the end … I even had Chief Zheng come over to solve the problem, "Director Lin explained.
As he spoke, Director Lin raised the electrode head in his hand, feeling a little proud. Even if he was not the one who performed the surgery, and even if Chief Zheng was not from their hospital, it was still difficult to suppress the pride in his heart.
"The pacemaker that Chief Liang gave me three years ago was too old. At that time, the quality of the thing was also average, so it broke in the heart," Director Lin said with a smile. He tried his best to ease the oppressive feeling brought about by Secretary Yun's firm and fierce aura.
Seeing the blood-stained electrode head, Secretary Yun's expression changed twice. Then, his expression gradually eased.
Although he did not know the size of the surgery, the fact that the two big shots from the Imperial Capital's Department of Circulatory Medicine could not handle it was enough to explain the problem.
"Boss Zheng, you've worked hard." Secretary Yun looked around the control room and immediately saw Zheng Ren, who was wearing a surgical gown and had not even had time to take off the lead apron. He extended his hand and said in a deep voice.
There was not much enthusiasm in his voice, but it was not cold either.
"Hello, Secretary Yun." Zheng Ren took off his sterile gloves, wiped the sweat on his sterile gown, and shook Secretary Yun's hand.
"I received a real-name report saying that the equipment supplier followed us into the operating room." Secretary Yun's voice turned cold. He said seriously, "Boss Zheng, you were a little careless in this matter."
Zheng Ren frowned and glanced at Feng Xuhui, who was packing up the medical supplies in the large suitcase.
"Medical supplies supplier?"
Secretary Yun looked at Feng Xuhui unhappily, feeling a little awkward. Boss Zheng was here. Did he still want to deny it?
"I think you've misunderstood." Zheng Ren took off the sterile gloves on his other hand and the mask, a simple and honest smile on his face. "He's a member of my medical team, not a medical supplies supplier."
"No?!" Secretary Yun was really angry this time. This Little Zheng was really stubborn!
"It's like this, Secretary Yun." Zheng Ren was not worried. He had already expected the situation in front of him. Little Feng following him into the operating room was a hidden danger. Su Yun had mentioned it a long time ago.
Zheng Ren originally thought that someone would make a fuss about it before he won the Nobel Prize. However, everything was calm, but something happened at this time.
However, he was prepared, so he was not worried.
"I just chose some medical supplies that are convenient for me to use, so that when I'm in the emergency department or performing some complicated surgeries, I won't be able to delay the treatment of the patients because of the medical supplies," Zheng Ren explained softly.
At the same time, he put a big hat on Secretary Yun's head. Secretary Yun's eyebrows were tightly furrowed into a big knot.
"Boss Zheng, Secretary Yun, sit down and talk. It's just a misunderstanding." Director Lin stood up to smooth things over.
"Director Lin, listen to Boss Zheng's explanation first," Secretary Yun said. "Now, we have to reply to the real-name report as soon as possible."
"The medical supplies supplier mentioned is for profit," Zheng Ren said with a smile. "But in this box, there are dozens of medical supplies from more than ten manufacturers. I'm used to using them, so I'm afraid that it will delay the rescue.
"For example, today, the 6F large head ablation catheter is from Biosensors International, the trap is from Sorcery Shape Memory Alloy Material Co., Ltd., the J-type tube … Little Feng, which company is it from?"
"Chief Zheng, you're used to using Lanke for the J-type. The front has good elasticity," Feng Xuhui replied.
"Yes, that's it."
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