Thank … Thank you … "Chairman Jiang's voice trembled.
Who would have thought that the patient had no external injuries, but there was a metal object in his body? If it was really the sharp kind, it would cause some diseases to spread through the blood during the surgery … At the thought of this, Chairman Jiang's back was covered in sweat.
At this moment, the phone in his trouser pocket of his isolation suit vibrated.
Chairman Jiang looked a little anxious and impatient. He said, "Who's that? Help me answer the phone."
"Oh," Zheng Ren replied.
"Who is this? You keep calling. Don't you know that the surgery is going on?" Chairman Jiang nagged, using words to ease the tension in his heart.
Zheng Ren picked up the phone and saw that it was Brother Wang.
"Hello." Zheng Ren picked up the phone.
"Zheng … Chief Zheng? You … "on the other side of the phone, Chief Wang said hesitantly.
"I just came up.
"How was the surgery?"
"It was very complicated. There was an unknown liver rupture, spleen rupture, stomach rupture, and duodenal bulb rupture. I've seen this patient's CT before. The duodenal bulb is suspected to have a tumor. I heard from the family that he did an ERCP biopsy half a month ago. It was in-situ cancer, "Zheng Ren said in one breath.
Chairman Jiang was dumbfounded.
So many injuries? And there was even a tumor?
However, before he could ask, the phone was pressed to his ear.
After exchanging a few words with Chief Wang, the look in his eyes changed.
After hanging up the phone, Chairman Jiang said a little awkwardly, "Boss Zheng, when did you come?"
"When you asked me to take the blood," Zheng Ren said.
Chairman Jiang was sweating profusely, drenching his isolation suit.
"Boss Zheng, can you help me?" Chairman Jiang said directly as if he had met his savior.
He had unknowingly offended someone. He had heard about Boss Zheng's surgery from Chief Wang. P-J syndrome. Hundreds of intestinal polyps were cut and squeezed out by Boss Zheng bit by bit. At that time, Chief Wang was full of admiration.
Otherwise, when he heard that he was going to Sea City to support, Chief Wang would not have directly volunteered to go.
The surgery was extremely difficult, and there was also the unknown lightning.
Now that there was a strong person to help, Chairman Jiang would not bite the bullet and refuse. Besides, Chief Wang had said on the phone that Boss Zheng and the patient's family had some interaction, so he came to take a look.
He was just an assistant, Chairman Jiang thought.
Zheng Ren nodded and said, "Then I'll go wash my hands. Be careful with the spleen and block the bleeding. Don't cut it yet. Be careful not to get hurt."
Mr. Jiang nodded quickly.
After scrubbing his hands, he put on a sterile gown and stood in the third assistant's position.
He reached out and whispered, "Hemostatic forceps and blunt scissors."
The scrub nurse quickly placed the two instruments in his hands.
Zheng Ren glanced at Chairman Jiang and said, "Chairman Jiang, I won't stand on ceremony then."
After that, he transferred the blunt scissors to his right hand, held the hemostatic forceps in his left hand, and began blunt dissection.
His skillful technique forced the surgical field to be filled with dark red blood, as if it was not an obstacle to Zheng Ren at all.
A few seconds later, he tapped the aspirator in his assistant's hand with a pair of blunt scissors and said, "Suck the blood. Don't get distracted."
"…" The assistant was stunned. He didn't understand the situation.
Even so, he immediately came to his senses and began to suck the blood according to Zheng Ren's instructions, exposing the operative view.
The adherent tissues around the spleen were quickly peeled off.
The more it peeled off, the more blood it bled. Because of the unknown risk below, he could not directly cut off the spleen. This matter was a little complicated.
However, Zheng Ren's hand speed and craftsmanship were at the level of a master. After separating the adherent connective tissue on the spleen, Zheng Ren held the blunt scissors in his palm and took the aspirator to find the bleeding point.
It was not a point, but a surface.
A wound about five centimeters in diameter and three centimeters deep was stirred up on the spleen. The wound was messy. It was hard to say that it was a sharp injury. However, it was definitely not a blunt injury. This wound was very strange.
The more Zheng Ren did this surgery, the stranger he felt. This kind of wound was obviously an external injury and not some tumor rupture that caused bleeding.
However, Zheng Ren still did not know how he got the external injury. The patient did not have a wound. According to Lin Jiaojiao, he vomited a mouthful of blood while eating.
What the hell.
The gauze was stuffed in and instantly penetrated.
"Press it down!" Zheng Ren said.
The junior doctor who was the first assistant responded. He did not dare to do it directly. Instead, he asked the scrub nurse for a hemostatic forceps and used the instrument to press it down.
Who knew if this patient was positive for syphilis or AIDS? Once he was injured and infected, it would be an unexpected disaster.
He would hide if he could.
Zheng Ren squeezed the assistant and moved his position to the surgical field.
The first assistant was also very tactful. He immediately made way for Zheng Ren. He was only responsible for pressing the bleeding position of the spleen and sucking the blood.
"Boss Zheng, there's something down there. Please be careful," Chairman Jiang said nervously.
"Okay, pull the retractor and expose it," Zheng Ren said. Then, the blunt scissors and hemostatic forceps in his hand began to move down.
After a surgery, there were too many adhesion and proliferation of connective tissue in the internal organs. Without a normal and clear physiological anatomical structure, he could only explore it bit by bit in the bloody surgical field.
However, Zheng Ren did not hesitate. He only moved and disintegrated bit by bit. He was neither fast nor slow, carefully avoiding the sharp objects in the abdominal cavity.
Even so, the surgery was not slow.
There were a few holes in the patient's stomach and traces of tearing. Zheng Ren was more ruthless. He followed the two holes and directly made an incision about ten centimeters.
After opening it, the aspirator was put on and the remaining gastric juice was extracted.
The surgical field gradually became clear. A black ball with a diameter of more than one centimeter appeared in the surgical field. On the side of the ball near the spleen, there was an unfolded metal blade.
"…"
"…"
"…"
Everyone on the stage was dumbfounded.
What kind of high-tech thing was this? Were people using this kind of thing to commit suicide nowadays?
Zheng Ren thought for a moment and used the hemostatic forceps to clamp the side of the blade near the metal ball. He bit the hemostatic forceps tightly to prevent the blade from retracting and causing side damage.
After the hemostatic forceps were bitten to death, Zheng Ren handed it to Chairman Jiang and reached out again.
Another hemostatic forceps was slapped into Zheng Ren's hand.
"Boss Zheng, what is this?" Chairman Jiang stabilized his right hand, afraid that if he moved, the blade would cause more damage to the patient.
He was very curious. He had been a doctor for a long time. No matter what he found in the digestive tract, it was normal. For example, beer bottles, ping pong balls, steel bars, and wooden sticks, he had long been used to it.
However, he had never seen this little thing in the patient's stomach before.
Zheng Ren did not say anything and continued to follow the metal blade to free the body's tissues.
Little by little, very slowly, very carefully.
The metal blade was mixed with the proliferating connective tissue after the gastric bypass surgery and was stuck by the very tough connective tissue.
He used the hemostatic forceps in his hand to bite off the other end and began to dissociate the connective tissue.
The blade was thin and tough, but extremely sharp.
After dissociating, Zheng Ren asked Chairman Jiang to take out the black metal ball and the metal blade and throw them into the pathology basin.
"Dang!" The sound was crisp, but not pleasant to the ear.
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