Zheng Ren's voice came. In Su Yun's ears, it was a biological necessity, as if it was the will of the universe.
He could tell that Professor Yang did not dare to make a move.
Under such circumstances, who would dare to make a move? There was no operative view. The grayish-white wall of the vesicle that had been sucked out covered the hepatic portal softly. He did not know what was going on inside.
The only thing to do was to trim the wall of the vesicle bit by bit and expose the field of vision. Then, he would decide what to do.
The surgery time was extended indefinitely. The patient was already in a state of shock. If the ventilator assisted breathing for too long, even if the surgery was successful, the situation after the surgery was unknown.
This guy was finally here!
Su Yun clenched his right hand into a fist and pressed down hard.
Although he had always discouraged Zheng Ren from participating, he still had a desire deep in his heart.
At this moment, Su Yun forgot about the medical dispute. He was just a pure doctor.
Professor Yang was in a dilemma. When he heard someone speak, he was delighted.
However, he immediately thought that the people in his family who were qualified to perform the surgery were all at the frontline. Other than him, no one would do it, and no one could do it.
Even he … could not do it. His mood immediately dimmed.
Yang Lei turned around and looked. The person who spoke seemed to be familiar. Because he was wearing a sterile cap, he did not see it at first.
However, on second thought, Professor Yang remembered who it was.
"You are …"
"Zheng Ren."
The operating room was dead silent. Only the mechanical ventilation of the ventilator and the ticking of the monitor could be heard, confirming that this was a lively world.
"Professor Yang, I came from a general surgery major. My level … is very high," Zheng Ren said very seriously.
Someone actually said that?
He said that his level was very high?
How shameless was he?!
Su Yun lowered his head. Unfortunately, he could not see the strand of black hair on his forehead. This boss was really a coward. If it were him, he would definitely say the main points of the surgery without saying anything and intimidate the audience first.
He did not doubt whether Zheng Ren could perform such a difficult surgery at all. However, this way of appearing … Boss, you are too lame.
Since he had already said so, who could say no in the face of the halo of a Nobel Prize nomination? Moreover, he was just an assistant. It was common to be a temporary assistant, and it was not a taboo.
Zheng Ren saw that everyone was silent, so he took it as a tacit agreement. He turned around and went to wash his hands.
Soon, he scrubbed his hands, disinfected, and put on a surgical gown. Su Yun followed behind and helped him tie up the surgical gown. He pulled the corner of the gown and said, "Boss, you have to be more confident."
"Hmm? Am I not confident enough? "Zheng Ren asked curiously.
"…" Su Yun shook his head. There were so many people here, so there was no need to argue with him.
"Chief Dong, please make way," Su Yun said to Zheng Ren when he saw him standing behind the assistant and looking at him.
Dong Jia was stunned. Was this Boss Zheng going to be the first assistant?
Although he was puzzled, Dong Jia did not refute it. He was just a chief resident. Although he was older than Zheng Ren, he still had to show Zheng Ren enough respect.
Professor Yang did not notice the conversation on this side. He held a pair of scissors and was carefully cutting open the grayish-white membrane of the cyst bit by bit.
"What color is the drainage fluid?" Zheng Ren asked when he came up.
"A colorless and transparent liquid," Director Dong replied.
Zheng Ren nodded. This meant that there was no bile duct basket. The simulation of the simulation mannequin in the operating theater was as good as ever.
Zheng Ren took a look at the situation and knew how far the surgery had progressed.
He had been simulating this surgery in the operating theater of the System for a month. Although there were a lot of failures in the early stages, he gradually began to succeed later on.
He had exhausted almost all of his surgical training time, but Zheng Ren was already familiar with this surgery.
Professor Yang and Dong Jia each held a traction wire. Zheng Ren reached out and said, "Director Dong, let me do it."
The traction wire was sewn onto the wall of the cyst. He used a certain amount of strength to pull the traction wire up to prevent the liver tissue from being damaged when the cyst was cut open.
Both Professor Yang and Dong Jia did not dare to pull the traction wire too hard. This was because the entire liver tissue and cyst wall looked very fragile. They were afraid that if they used too much force, they would tear a certain tissue and cause bleeding.
Dong Jia was a little strange. No one else could do it. However, he had an inexplicable respect for Zheng Ren. Perhaps it was because of Fang Lin's rescue, or perhaps it was because of the Nobel Prize halo.
After handing the traction wire to Zheng Ren, Dong Jia watched attentively.
He increased the strength by more than 50%, and a piece of the cyst wall slightly deformed. Dong Jia's heart thumped, as if it was beating with sinus arrhythmia.
Just as he was about to remind Zheng Ren, Dong Jia saw the scissors in Professor Yang's hand pause slightly. Then, he began to move.
It was good that the field of vision was exposed … But was it okay to do this?
The question did not appear for long.
After cutting it, Zheng Ren's right hand, which was holding the traction wire, changed the angle again, and a deeper surgical field was exposed.
The surgery, which was originally at a tortoise speed, finally returned to normal and began to speed up.
The more Dong Jia watched, the more surprised he became. He had nothing to say about this assistant.
Whatever Professor Yang wanted to do next, Zheng Ren could always expose the surgical field in that position a little earlier.
Using the traction wire, hemostatic forceps, appendix retractor, and even gauze, the advance was just right. The surgeon only needed to do the simplest work.
As he watched, Dong Jia became puzzled.
There were a few points that Professor Yang did not seem to realize. It was Zheng Ren who exposed the surgical field when he was confused that Professor Yang continued to separate the vesicle tissue.
This …
Was his skill level that high?
Dong Jia stood beside Zheng Ren and gradually became absent-minded.
This place was originally the position of the third assistant. After Zheng Ren replaced Dong Jia as the first assistant, Dong Jia did not go to Professor Yang's side to be the second assistant. Instead, he stood near the equipment table.
In the beginning, he could still do something to help.
But soon, Dong Jia realized that he … had nothing to do.
Zheng Ren was still at ease. He did not say anything. All his meaning was expressed with his body language.
He would expose his field of vision in advance as to what he should do. Professor Yang only needed to follow along.
Seeing that it was Professor Yang who was the chief surgeon for the surgery, Dong Jia and Chief Dong vaguely felt that Zheng Ren was the chief surgeon.
He had grasped the rhythm of the surgery, making a jerky, cautious, and treading on thin ice surgery simple and smooth.
Just as he was thinking, the surgery suddenly paused.
The smooth surgery suddenly stopped, like a person standing on a high-speed car. Following the inertia, he staggered.
It was so uncomfortable …
Nearly ten doctors were watching from the side, and they all felt the same way.
Zheng Ren held the traction wire in his right hand and stretched out his left hand. However, his left hand was empty. The scrub nurse stared blankly, not knowing what Zheng Ren needed.
"Sponge forceps," Zheng Ren said in a low voice. "Um … Su Yun, go and call Yiren. It's better to ask her to come to the surgery."
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