Chapter 749
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Zheng Ren recalled the warm hug and looked at her beautiful back. He was completely infatuated.
He was very tired, so tired that he could not feel it.
It was just that every time he was forced to eat, he would doze off while eating.
This could be considered a brand new skill. Zheng Ren laughed at himself.
Without more medical staff, he could only take on more responsibilities and perform more surgeries.
This was the only thing Zheng Ren could do.
He did not care about the people from the medical administration division asking if he could do a live broadcast of the surgery. He only understood the literal meaning and nodded. He did not remember this matter anymore.
The warm hug was like a good medicine that dispelled the negative effects all over his body. Zheng Ren felt that he was full of energy again, just like in the emergency operating theater of Sea City General Hospital.
He felt that he could perform surgeries for a few more days and nights without getting tired.
Xie Yiren went to scrub her hands. Zheng Ren smiled and unknowingly laughed out loud.
Su Yun looked at Zheng Ren's back with disdain as he walked to scrub his hands. He really wanted to curse at him. Unfortunately, he was too tired and really did not have the energy.
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In the demonstration room, there were seven or eight doctors lying or sitting in a mess.
They were all people from the relevant departments who had been replaced and could rest for a period of time. No one went to the duty room to lie down and sleep. Instead, they all came to the demonstration room to watch the surgery.
Some people fell asleep while watching and were still performing the surgery in their sleep.
Some people saw that the embolus was removed. Just as they closed their eyes, they saw a young and beautiful figure appear on the big screen and give the surgeon a warm hug.
They wanted to whistle to express the envy in their hearts. Unfortunately, they were really too tired. The interventional doctor who had just finished watching the surgery pushed the doctor from the trauma department next to him up and prepared to sleep for a while.
The interventional doctor was already very sleepy. He could fall asleep sitting down. However, the envy in his heart could not be quelled for a long time. It really affected his sleep. He opened his eyes and said, "Do you know that scrub nurse?"
"I can't tell. I don't think I know her." The trauma doctor yawned and tried to make himself more energetic.
"I think she's the surgeon's girlfriend. I saw the two of them hugging just now." The interventional doctor was jealous. He held the bottle of purified water in his hand and fiercely gulped down a mouthful of water.
"…" The trauma doctor became energetic. "What's going on?"
"I told you, the scrub nurse went to scrub her hands."
"Uh … didn't they say that people in the same department are not allowed to date?"
"Is your family's operating theater the same department as the General Surgery Department?" the interventional doctor said in disdain.
Hmm, that makes sense.
The trauma doctor sighed. Why didn't he have such good luck?
Soon, they finished scrubbing. On the large projection screen, Xie Yiren began to prepare the surgical tools while Zheng Ren used a marker to mark the edge of the skin and began to disinfect it.
This was not the frontline, nor was it Pengxi Village. There were all kinds of high-value medical supplies. After the catheter was withdrawn, there was a hemostatic board to help stop the bleeding. There was no need for 15 minutes of compression.
Now that all kinds of medical supplies were available, there was no limit. Su Yun was not a child of a poor family. If there were useful things, who would use manual pressure to stop the bleeding?
"The position is so low. Can the edge of the skin be preserved?" the doctor from the trauma department muttered softly.
"It's not like you haven't seen it before. You were the one who jumped the most fiercely at the beginning and got slapped the most in the face. Why are you still asking me this now?" The interventional doctor had already closed his eyes and said in a half-awake state.
His voice was very soft, as if he was talking in his sleep.
"Until now, I still don't quite understand. It's really strange. Do I always do it to the limit? "
"After the earthquake relief is over, come to our intervention department for a few months and you'll understand."
"You speak as if you understand. The level of the surgeon's intervention and thrombectomy is enough for you to learn for a lifetime. Besides, after the earthquake relief … Everyone is safe and sound. There shouldn't be so many injured people. " The trauma doctor's voice gradually became softer. He looked at the image on the large projection screen and was lost in thought.
The surgery began. The surgeon stretched out his hand and a scalpel was slapped into his palm.
He opened the skin along the edge of the skin that had been drawn before the surgery. Moreover, the surgeon still followed his own method and did not follow the classic surgical process in the textbook. He tied a tourniquet in the middle of the thigh to avoid a large amount of bleeding.
At first, many doctors questioned it.
However …
It was later proven that the surgeon did it to allow the capillaries to be fully perfused after the blood vessels were opened. Moreover, the surgeon's level of blunt dissection was simply too high. After the surgery, he did not touch the part that could cause a large amount of bleeding.
The tough membrane above the deep fascia was cut open. Then, the surgeon slapped the scalpel to the side of the leg. With a stretch of his hand, the hemostatic forceps were slapped onto his hand.
He began to bluntly separate the deep fascia where there was a rich blood supply.
Although the deep fascia was very tough, the surgeon's technique was like a butcher dissecting an ox. He quickly separated the deep fascia, exposing the muscles, blood vessels, and nerves of the affected limb.
At this point, the bleeding did not exceed 10%. The entire surgical field was so clean that it made people think that it was a pose. Not to mention the slightly larger blood vessels, even the capillaries were intentionally or unintentionally avoided.
The trauma doctor was a little surprised. He frowned and thought carefully.
What was wrong with the surgery! At the very least, there was a slight difference from what he had seen before. Because he was too tired, his dull nerves also felt that there was a slight change in the surgery.
It was not that the surgeon was tired, but that the surgery was done crudely. Instead … it was more precise and faster.
The surgery was different from usual because it looked smoother. But why did it become smoother?
He looked at the big screen, but his mind was recalling the previous surgery.
There was nothing new about the surgery. He knew everything, except that the surgeon was confident that he did not need a tourniquet.
But …
Then, the trauma doctor saw the surgeon slap the hemostatic forceps onto the patient's leg. With a stretch of his hand, a small patterned forceps was slapped onto his hand.
Patterned forceps? The scrub nurse must have given him the wrong instrument.
However, the next scene left him dumbfounded.
Another pair of blunt scissors was slapped into the surgeon's hand.
The surgeon took the patterned forceps and shook them in a simple arc in his palm. Then, he used a strange posture to hold the patterned forceps. With the blunt scissors in his palm, he began to dissociate the tissues around the anterior tibial artery.
The patterned forceps were smaller and more delicate. This kind of dissociation required a higher level of technique.
The trauma doctor knew that he could not do this.
The patterned forceps and blunt scissors kept changing positions. However, they did not look gorgeous. Instead, they looked simple.
Under normal circumstances, two hands were needed to complete this action. However, the surgeon's left hand was holding a leather hook, and he relied on one hand to operate.
This kind of technique had never been revealed by the surgeon before.
Could it be that the surgery suddenly became smoother from smooth to smoother because … because of the scrub nurse?
A strange thought appeared in the trauma doctor's mind, and he could not get rid of it.
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