After changing his clothes, Zheng Ren put on his mask and walked up the stairs to the operating theater on the fifth floor.
Zheng Ren felt a little emotional as he walked outside the emergency operating theater with ease. Professor Yang's luck did not seem to be very good. Recently, there had been one major surgery after another. There was a ruptured liver hydatid and a porcelain gallbladder.
The key was that this porcelain gallbladder was not ordinary. It was too difficult. He hoped that he would listen to him and not do it.
Zheng Ren used his foot to open the induction door and walked in.
In the operating theater, the light of the shadowless lamp was very bright. It was pale, and the smell of blood filled the air.
This was the unique smell of the emergency department at night. If it was a patient with a knife wound or a car accident, the smell of blood would be even stronger.
He was used to performing emergency surgeries in Sea City General Hospital. At this moment, when he smelled this unpleasant smell, Zheng Ren's heart rate, which had accelerated because of running, slowed down.
"Brother Yang, did you move?" Zheng Ren asked as soon as he came in.
Professor Yang stood on the stage, wanting to cry but having no tears.
He wanted to move. However, a blue gallbladder and the complicated adhesion around it made him give up all thoughts.
An abnormal color meant an abnormal condition.
If not for Zheng Ren, Professor Yang would have been forced to do it. Was he going to watch until the blood pressure disappeared? Or should he just close the abdomen and tell the patient's family that he had done his best?
Nonsense.
No matter how difficult the surgery was, he had to bite the bullet and do it at a certain time.
However, the situation was different now. When Boss Zheng heard that it was a blue porcelain gallbladder, he immediately called him and told him not to do it.
He knew what he was doing. Otherwise, Boss Zheng would not have called him alone and specially reminded him. Yang Lei recognized Zheng Ren's surgical skills.
Professor Yang had been waiting and finally, Zheng Ren came over.
"It hasn't moved," Professor Yang said. "It looks like the adhesion around it is very heavy. It will be difficult to separate it completely."
"Okay." Zheng Ren went to wash his hands.
"Boss Zheng, why don't we remove the gallbladder in sections?" Professor Yang had been thinking about how to perform this surgery. When he saw Zheng Ren coming, he asked.
"No, the blue gallbladder has a high probability of having a malignant tumor. If we can remove it all, it's better to remove it completely," Zheng Ren said.
Although Yang Lei had not interacted with Zheng Ren for long, he more or less knew Zheng Ren's temper and character.
Zheng Ren had a gentle personality and was a simple and honest person. For him to reject her so directly, he must have a certain level of confidence.
What should I do then? I'll just wait.
"Brother Yang, I've brought the scrub nurse. Can you …" After Zheng Ren finished brushing his hands, he suddenly remembered that he had forgotten about this.
"Oh, I've already greeted the head nurse," Professor Yang said with a smile. This was the second time. Why didn't he call the head nurse as soon as possible? If they waited for Zheng Ren to arrive and asked for a scrub nurse, they would probably be scolded again if they went to the operating theater to trouble the matron.
This Boss Zheng was good at everything, and he looked very easy-going. It was just that he was too arrogant. He had to bring his own scrub nurse for every surgery.
Yang Lei silently cursed in his heart, but he was not very serious.
Professor Yang knew that the level of the scrub nurse was indeed high.
When Zheng Ren arrived at the assistant's position, Chief Dong moved to the side and habitually gave up the first assistant's position.
It was the same feeling as the System's operating theater. Zheng Ren was very familiar with it.
When he was training the surgery in the System's operating theater, he consciously stood in the first assistant's position so that he would not be used to it after going on stage.
However, there was a surgeon on the other side, and there was an assistant beside him. Little Yiren was wearing a sterile gown. This feeling was much better than the lonely and cold training surgery in the System's operating theater.
Zheng Ren had been warning himself not to have symptoms of schizophrenia and make a big mistake.
Now that he was standing on the stage, he realized that he had been thinking too much.
The taste of the human world was completely different from the cold surgical training. If he could be confused like this, it would be better for him to be destroyed by humanity.
Zheng Ren took off the warm saline gauze and saw a blue gallbladder appear in front of him.
"Right, light." Zheng Ren reached out and took a hemostatic forceps from the patient's leg. He pointed at the left side of the gallbladder. "Here."
Professor Yang was stunned. Here? The position seemed to be a little off.
"Boss Zheng, how are you going to separate it?" Yang Lei asked.
"Bit by bit. The surgery will probably take a long time," Zheng Ren said. "I've seen the radiographic films before. The gallbladder wall is very thin, and there are symptoms of acute jaundice. It's considered that there are stones blocking the bile duct, causing the gallbladder wall to be severely hyperemia and edema. I was afraid that it would break if I touched it, so I deliberately waited for me to open the stage. "
Professor Yang was a little puzzled, but Zheng Ren's words made sense. Although the surgery had become a little more complicated, it was still a safe method.
As she spoke, Little Yiren had already finished washing her hands, changed her clothes, and replaced the original scrub nurse.
The scrub nurse had no objections.
Who would want to stand on the operating table in the middle of the night and work? Even if they did not sleep, it was good to sit down and use their phones.
People were all the same. They could earn money and did not have to work. This was the most handsome kind of life.
The shadowless lamp was set up. The snow-white light shone on the position Zheng Ren needed. He reached out and a pair of patterned forceps appeared in his hand.
Originally, he had looked for Zheng Ren to discuss it. However, this time, Zheng Ren did not stand on ceremony and directly took over the surgery. Yang Lei still had some opinions in his heart.
But no matter what, he only felt uncomfortable in his heart.
"Boss Zheng, patterned forceps …" Yang Lei wanted to remind him, but then he saw Zheng Ren use the patterned forceps to do blunt dissection.
"The gallbladder is too fragile. We can't use the usual method to do blunt dissection," Zheng Ren said.
It was just that the instrument was a little smaller. It did not seem to make any difference.
However, as the surgery continued, Professor Yang gradually understood why Zheng Ren wanted to use the patterned forceps to do blunt dissection.
The patterned forceps seemed to have a soul. They reached into the bottom of the blue gallbladder. It was just a head, not even one centimeter deep. Then, they opened.
Zheng Ren was very careful and cautious. He moved away bit by bit.
The surgery was not like the surgery for patients with liver hydatid disease, which was carried out boldly. Zheng Ren did it very patiently. The patterned forceps could do it, but ordinary hemostatic forceps could not do blunt dissection.
The space was so narrow. As he looked at it, Professor Yang was a little puzzled. Was the surgery done so meticulously?
That was probably what it meant to use an anti-aircraft gun to hit a mosquito.
Although the gallbladder looked very strange, as long as one was careful or wore two layers of sterile gloves to avoid infection, it would be enough.
However, he still did not question it on the stage.
Although he thought so, Professor Yang had a vague feeling in his heart that what Boss Zheng did was definitely not an exaggeration. Instead, he had his reasons.
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