Cen Meng was anxious and kept checking the time on his phone.
He had been imagining the surgery from the moment his uncle was wheeled into the operating theater.
Based on his understanding of Zheng Ren … Of course, it was based on his recent understanding. Incision and drainage for acute obstructive suppurative cholangitis should be controlled within an hour.
After all, it was not too difficult.
Time ticked by. At the fiftieth minute, he sent a WeChat message to his second aunt.
Cen Meng could not sit still after receiving the news that his uncle was still in the operating theater.
Did something go wrong with the surgery? Did Zheng Ren know it was his uncle and was deliberately delaying the surgery?
Cen Meng's heart sank.
Chief Surgeon Liu was a dark person. Once, he mentioned something to Cen Meng after drinking too much.
At that time, he patted Cen Meng's shoulder and told him that it was too easy to set someone up during surgery.
With just a little trick, the patient could be bedridden for three to five days after the surgery, and no problems could be found.
Then, Chief Surgeon Sun's face darkened as he talked about the chief of the neurosurgery department in a Class Three Grade A hospital. He was used to being arrogant in the department and no one paid any attention to him.
One day, the chief had a sudden cerebral hemorrhage during an indescribable process when he booked a room with Little N in a hotel. Perhaps due to his old age or the medication he had taken.
When the first-aid ambulance arrived, he only said one thing: Don't send him to this hospital, but to another Class Three Grade A hospital.
At least he knew what he was doing.
However, such a request was not considered a big deal in the medical community. Since the hospital he worked in had the best medical skills in the city, he was quickly transferred back to his department.
When he was sent to the department, the acting chief cut a large hole in the top of his head and drilled it to remove the bony plates. Of course, Cen Meng felt that Chief Surgeon Liu was too evil to think that way. Drilled drainage was the most common surgical method to treat cerebral hemorrhage. It was not something that could be done casually.
After the surgery, he was sent to the ICU, where the doctor in charge was a neurosurgeon personally assigned by Cen Meng.
What happened after that was unclear, but the ICU doctor gave him a month of sedatives. He was kept in the ICU with a ventilator, tracheostomy, and intubation.
Fortunately, he was lucky enough to be infected by all the prevalent bacteria in the ICU, including Acinetobacter baumannii, which was resistant to all antibiotics.
In the end, he survived and was discharged from the hospital, crippled.
Perhaps it was because Director Liu was too dark, or perhaps it was because he had done too many shameful things and was always worried about ghosts, so he was more extreme when he looked at problems. This matter had become a knot in his heart, and he was always worried that one day he would repeat the same mistake.
The more Cen Meng thought about it, the more fearful he became towards Zheng Ren. His fingers were trembling slightly uncontrollably.
Cen Meng was furious.
However, he quickly became dejected. When he recalled how he had suppressed Zheng Ren during this period of time, his heart turned cold. That fake earthquake … Making Zheng Ren stay for abdominal closure … Suppressing him afterward … What was the difference between this and killing his father and stealing his wife?
Could it be that such a thing was happening to him?
He regretted it a little. It would have been better to ask Department Chief Sun from the Second General Surgery Department to perform the surgery.
After another five minutes, Cen Meng confirmed that the surgery was still ongoing and immediately called his classmate. If he didn't go, the anesthesiologist would go take a look at the scene.
Cen Meng was still rational enough to not make a decision that he would regret for the rest of his life.
One hour and eight minutes later, Cen Meng's classmate entered the emergency operating theater.
Soon, he received a shocking photo.
Countless white, filamentous parasites were wriggling in a curved plate. It was a fresh and spicy sight. Chopped green onions, dipped in oil, and served as a dish.
It was actually … actually a rare parasitic obstructive jaundice?!
However, how did Zheng Ren manage to remove so many parasites alive?
Cen Meng's standard was similar to that of ordinary doctors in Xinglin Garden, if not slightly inferior.
How could Cen Meng, who was watching the live broadcast in Xinglin Garden, get an answer to the question that took more than a thousand people half an hour to get close to the truth?
"Cen Meng, it was a wise choice to hire Chief Zheng for the surgery." Cen Meng's classmate sent a WeChat message.
If not for the plate of white, filamentous parasites as background, Cen Meng's blood pressure would have risen and his heart would have exploded with rage.
However, the plate of parasites silently told Cen Meng that his classmate was right. Until now, Cen Meng himself had no idea how he had performed this kind of surgery.
Cen Meng's phone suddenly rang. He picked it up and heard a hurried voice with a slight sob. "Mengzi, how's your uncle? You're such a wolf cub. Why are you so stubborn? Your uncle treats you so well, but you didn't even visit him during the surgery. "
"Second Aunt, there's a special situation. The surgery will probably take a little longer." Cen Meng suppressed the grievance in his heart and comforted his second aunt, who was about to lose control of her emotions.
"What special situation?!" Cen Meng's second aunt's shrill voice gave him a fright.
"Uncle ate too much Japanese food and there are parasites in his gallbladder. Dr. Zheng is removing them one by one, so it'll take a long time. Don't worry, Second Aunt. " Cen Meng hung up the phone after he finished speaking. He opened WeChat and sent the photo that was enough to make a person with trypophobia pass out to his second aunt.
There were a lot of parasites, so it would probably take at least three hours to remove them.
Cen Meng was a little confused. In a trance, he went to the rooftop to enjoy the cold wind.
The wind was strong and cold, but it could not extinguish the fire in his heart.
I must become stronger! I must not be forced to go back to farming! This was the obsession in Cen Meng's heart.
However, the worry and anger he felt just now had turned into a warning. He could not be too eager for quick success in the future. Otherwise … Cen Meng suddenly shivered. The wind on the rooftop was a little strong.
Suddenly, his phone rang again. He glanced at his phone. The surgery had lasted for one hour and forty-one minutes. It was from his second aunt. She must be anxious.
Cen Meng sighed and picked up the phone.
"Mengzi, your uncle is out. Come and help carry him." His second aunt's voice was filled with infinite joy. It seemed that he had woken up well after the surgery and could already talk.
Cen Meng was stunned.
One hour and forty-one minutes. Was it really that fast?
How could it be so fast?
If it was a 'simple' obstructive cholangitis, Cen Meng felt that the surgery could be completed in about one and a half hours.
However, this did not include the time of anesthesia and the time of consciousness.
If both were included, the surgery would not even last for two and a half hours.
However … It had only been one hour and forty-one minutes, and he had even removed parasites from the common bile duct and hepatic duct … Was this a brand new surgical method?
A brand new surgical method in such a short time … Who was Zheng Ren? Had he unknowingly left himself at the end of the world?
Cen Meng was slightly disappointed, immersed in shock and confusion. His phone was left on, allowing his second aunt to speak on the other end.
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In Xinglin Garden's live broadcast room, the surgery had ended.
The parasite removal process had taken one hour and five minutes. Some attentive people had counted that there were a total of 296 parasites.
Most doctors suffered from various types of obsessive-compulsive disorder and were more meticulous. Counting parasites … was something that some people did in silence.
After the parasite removal, the surgery returned to Earth and the state that everyone was familiar with.
Removal, irrigation, duodenum exploration, 22 # T-tube insertion, abdominal cavity irrigation, abdominal closure.
Everything was as it should be. Everything was so 'simple'.
Until the end of the surgery, accounts continued to log in and enter the live broadcast room. After the live broadcast ended, the live broadcast room finally began to flood the screen unscrupulously.
Another wave of traffic skyrocketed, shocking the staff of Xinglin Garden.
Fortunately, the surgery had ended early. Looking at the peak number of online viewers of the live broadcast of 10020, the staff expressed their gratitude.
In the final frenzy, no one discussed the new surgical method because they could not understand it. Everyone sent bullet screen comments aimlessly, simply expressing their respect and worship for the surgeon in their hearts.
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Faced with another surge in traffic on Xinglin Garden's website, Peng Jia began to notice the anonymous account. Previously, he had hesitated to check it, but in the end, he resisted the urge.
If some big shot used this method to do something, it would not be good for him to know too much.
However, faced with the data table handed over by the technical staff, he pondered for a moment and said, "Check where it came from."
The technical staff sent an email two hours and fourteen minutes later. The network signal had passed through countless springboards, but it was still able to find the source — Montreal Medical Center in Canada, one of the top five medical centers in the world in terms of medical technology.
However, it was very strange. After tracking the signal, the other party seemed to be very disgusted and retaliated with a powerful virus. The website was now in a state of semi-paralysis.
The last sentence left on the other side was — Don't reply, don't reply, don't reply.
Uh … Peng Jia was stunned.
People in the medical field knew how to play with viruses?
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