Not only the lungs, but even the pericardium was already involved.
If he were on the stage … Everyone, whether they were from the thoracic surgery department or not, would have the same thought.
If he were to put himself in their shoes, the surgery would probably take at least four hours, and he might not even be able to do it.
"Prepare to open the mediastinum," Zheng Ren said lightly.
Su Yun nodded. He was already prepared.
Seeing Zheng Ren as an assistant, he seemed to have gained new insights and experiences. His level as an assistant had also increased.
He reached out and was about to ask the scrub nurse for a long pair of forceps when Su Yun's phone in his trouser pocket rang.
"Chief Dong, help me answer the phone," Su Yun said.
"Oh." Dong Jia looked at the surgical field reluctantly. He took out his phone from the pocket behind Su Yun's butt and put it by Su Yun's ear after connecting the call.
"Yiren, you're here," Su Yun said.
"The boss and I are on the stage. I'll get someone else to pick you up."
After saying that, Su Yun glanced at Dong Jia.
The sadness in Dong Jia's heart flowed like a river.
There were more than ten people watching the surgery, and they surrounded the operating table so tightly that not even a drop of water could trickle through. Because he came early, his position was a second-class good place.
At this time, even if he had to pee, he would have to hold it in.
Once he went out, he was afraid that there would not be enough footstool to use when he came back. He would have to stand on a small round stool to watch.
And if the person in front of him made any movements, his mind had already imagined the scene of him falling and hitting his head on the edge of the sputum aspirator.
Head trauma, scalp contusion and laceration, epidural hematoma …
'I don't want to go …'
Dong Jia's thoughts were still just thoughts. He did not even have the chance to say anything before he was defeated by Su Yun's gaze.
Forget it. He should just go and pick him up honestly.
"Brother Yun, are you a thoracic surgeon or a general surgeon?" Dong Jia turned around and was about to leave when he asked casually.
"What are you thinking about?" Su Yun used a long pair of forceps to pinch a piece of tissue and expose the surgical field to Zheng Ren. "She's the boss's scrub nurse."
"…"
"…"
"…"
The air in the operating theater was dead silent.
Was this the standard configuration of a Nobel Prize candidate? As an interventional doctor, not only did he perform general surgery and thoracic surgery, he also had to bring his own assistant on stage.
These were all tolerable, but he even had to bring his own scrub nurse …
Many of the big shots of the 912 were envious and jealous.
Some people brought their assistants and scrub nurses with them when they went out for freelance surgeries, but that would be bullying outsiders. Who would dare to do this in the 912?
When this person appeared in front of them, they should have been denouncing him passionately. However, when they saw the surgery in front of them, everyone fell silent.
It was an indisputable fact that the scrub nurse could not keep up with the rhythm of a rare surgery in the operating theater.
However, would it be enough if he changed to a specialized scrub nurse?
Dong Jia was stunned for a moment. He obediently did not say anything and squeezed out of the crowd.
As soon as he moved, the spot where he was standing was immediately filled by people.
"Chairman Dong, remember to inform the operating room matron." Su Yun's voice came from the crowd.
"Okay." Dong Jia wanted to cry, but no tears came out.
Why did such a difficult task fall on his head again? How was he supposed to tell the operating theater matron? Could it be that the scrub nurse under you couldn't keep up with the rhythm, so the surgeon brought his own scrub nurse?
That would be asking for a beating, and he would be beaten black and blue. These were all small matters. He was afraid that in the future when he performed surgeries, he would be greeted with supercilious looks.
No, he had to shift the blame for this kind of thing. At the very least, it had to be someone at the chief level who called.
Dong Jia was a person who knew what to do. He instantly recognized the reality. He knew very well what he could and couldn't do.
He walked all the way out of the operating theater and opened the door. A 22-year-old or 23-year-old girl stood at the door. Her shoulder-length hair fell on her plain white clothes. She was gentle, beautiful, gentle, and pleasant.
Uh..
Dong Jia was stunned.
It was fine if there was a scrub nurse. He could still tolerate it. Why did he find a goddess-like girl to be a scrub nurse? This was too much!
However, he was only stunned for a second before he smiled and asked, "May I ask if you are Yiren?"
"Hello, I'm Xie Yiren," Xie Yiren said with a smile.
A smile bloomed. Dong Jia felt that the cold operating theater was filled with flowers.
This time, it was not only envy and jealousy, but also a faint hatred.
Creak, creak. The sound of his molars grinding could be heard.
"What did you say?" Xie Yiren heard the sound and thought that Dong Jia was talking.
"Uh … No, please come in, please come in," Dong Jia quickly said. "This is the women's changing room. I don't know what it's like inside. I've never been in it before … Here's the key. If you need anything, please call me."
"Okay."
"The operating theater is six hands. It's a hybrid operating table. I'll wait for you at the door." Dong Jia was exceptionally talkative, several times more than usual.
Xie Yiren smiled sweetly and nodded. She took the key and entered the changing room.
If only he had such a beautiful scrub nurse … It would be like a domineering president with a beautiful secretary by his side.
The thoughts in Dong Jia's mind began to run wild.
However, humans would occasionally fantasize and soon return to reality.
A scrub nurse, a species that was even rarer than pandas … Dong Jia could forget about it for the rest of his life.
Even his own chief did not have one, so why should he have one?
Sigh, Boss Zheng was really lucky. Dong Jia did not leave. Instead, he stood at the door of the changing room and waited for Xie Yiren to change her clothes before bringing her in.
A few minutes later, Xie Yiren changed her clothes and walked out.
Dong Jia suppressed the chaotic thoughts in his heart and said, "This side."
"What surgery?" Xie Yiren asked.
"Liver hydatid disease invades the right kidney, right lung, pericardium, and inferior vena cava," Dong Jia said. "It's already reached the pericardium."
"Oh," Xie Yiren replied calmly.
"Have you been on the operating table before?" Dong Jia asked in surprise.
This was the first time he had seen such a rare disease. How could this nurse named Xie Yiren have seen it before? It could not be.
"No," Xie Yiren said. "But it's not difficult to see what Zheng Ren wants to use and hand it over."
"…"
"You just need to know what he wants and be a little faster than him," Xie Yiren said matter-of-factly.
Dong Jia broke down when he heard this.
Dong Jia had never heard anyone say what Xie Yiren said. However, it was very easy to understand. The literal meaning was enough.
This was to understand the surgeon's various behavioral habits, then look at the surgical field, determine what the surgeon needed, and prepare the equipment half a step ahead of time?
How tacit …
These words could not be heard by the other chief physicians. Who would not want such a soul assistant? However, if every chief physician asked the operating theater matron for such a scrub nurse, the operating theater would collapse.
This was a special case. This was a special case. It was the privilege of a Nobel Prize candidate. Dong Jia kept telling himself in his heart to brainwash himself.
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