Boss Zheng, do you have any special needs for anesthesia? "the anesthesiologist, Lao He, asked attentively.
When he saw Zheng Ren come in, he was very excited. He had been looking for an opportunity to talk to Zheng Ren. However, Zheng Ren immediately started the surgery. He was really a very serious doctor. He did not even have a chat, Lao He thought to himself.
"As long as it's normal." Zheng Ren felt that the voice was a little familiar, but he could not remember who this person was.
"After the last malignant high fever rescue, I heard from them that you gave an excessive amount of hyperventilation on your side, and the effect was especially good. Boss Zheng, you have a deep understanding of anesthesia. Have you worked in the ICU before? "Lao He started chatting as if he was in a normal surgery.
Although the gallbladder looked blue and a little eerie, wasn't Boss Zheng here? Although he had never seen Zheng Ren perform surgery, since he was standing here, Lao He had confidence in him.
A doctor like Boss Zheng could not do it. Who would be willing to ruin their own reputation?
Lao He analyzed it from another angle.
Malignant high fever … Zheng Ren quickly recalled the anesthesiologist who admired him when he went to the urology department's observation platform after the rescue.
His surname seemed to be He.
"Play some music?" Zheng Ren did not dare to rashly ask what his surname was. Instead, he probed while performing the surgery.
"I knew you would definitely be willing to listen to music during the surgery. What do you want to listen to?" Lao He began to get excited.
Boss Zheng did not even greet him when he came in. He thought that Zheng Ren had forgotten about him. Although this was the truth, Zheng Ren's question about music gave Lao He an illusion.
"Yiren, what do you want to listen to?" Zheng Ren asked.
"Tchaikovsky.
Violin Concerto in D major, "Xie Yiren said casually as she focused on the operating table. Xie Yiren said casually as she focused on the operating table, holding the instruments that Zheng Ren would need at any time.
"Okay." Lao He checked the ventilator and various pumps again. There was nothing to deal with for the time being. He asked his assistant to take care of it and went to turn on the stereo in the operating room.
"Brother Yang, slow down," Zheng Ren said in a very low voice.
Professor Yang nodded. He stood on the side of the surgeon and could not see the operative view. It was very awkward.
An ordinary open cholecystectomy was made into a minimally invasive surgery by Zheng Ren.
In the narrow space, the patterned forceps dissociated the connective tissue around the gallbladder in millimeters.
Part of the tissue was hyperemia and edema, and part of the tissue was porcelain due to calcium deposition. Zheng Ren's operation was different in different places.
The patterned forceps and the smallest forceps alternated and rotated. The surgery progressed very slowly.
"Boss Zheng, you also like the violin. You have quite a wide range of hobbies." Lao He adjusted the volume to a moderate level. In the operating theater, they finally got rid of the lifeless atmosphere.
Zheng Ren glanced at Little Yiren and could feel that she was following Tchaikovsky
The Violin Concerto in D major sounded, and her body relaxed a little.
As long as Little Yiren liked it, it was fine. Zheng Ren reached out and said, "Needle holder."
Uh … Professor Yang looked at the operating area in shock. Was he going to suture at this time? That's impossible! In the process of dissociating the surrounding connective tissue, why did Boss Zheng need a needle holder?
Xie Yiren placed a needle holder with the smallest suture needle in it into his hand.
There was no thread on the needle, and the tip of the needle … was pointing inward.
Professor Yang was in a mess on the stage.
He had performed and watched at least a thousand surgeries, but he had never seen a needle holder like this.
If it was a randomly assigned scrub nurse, Yang Lei felt that he could throw the table at this time!
Throwing the table was to throw the wrong instrument directly onto the instrument table in front of the scrub nurse to express his dissatisfaction and the dignity of the surgeon.
What was even more serious was that it would directly hit the radiographic film viewer.
The sound of the radiographic film viewer breaking would express the extreme dissatisfaction in his heart on behalf of himself. What the hell! He could even get the needle on the needle holder upside down!
This seemed to be Boss Zheng's girlfriend. He reckoned that she would not scold him. But how would Boss Zheng express his dissatisfaction? Or …
Professor Yang was letting his imagination run wild when he saw that Zheng Ren did not express any opinion. He took the needle holder and began to use the position of the needle to separate in the narrow area.
This …
Even the patterned forceps could not reach in. Was he going to use a small needle to perform blunt dissection? Yang Lei was stunned. What if he broke a blood vessel during the dissociation? How could Boss Zheng have an operative view in that position?
Although he was standing in the position of the surgeon, he could not see anything.
Not to mention him, even Zheng Ren had to tilt his head and constantly change the angle to perform blunt dissection.
"My assistant, Professor Rudolf Wagner from Heidelberg, Germany, likes to play the violin. When I was in Sea City, I always heard him hum Tchaikovsky.
Violin Concerto in D major, "Zheng Ren said casually as he performed the surgery. As long as he was a doctor, he would chat.
Lao He exclaimed. Look at Boss Zheng. Even his assistant was a f * cking German professor.
Lao He knew about this matter. It had long been spread throughout the hospital.
Although there was no lack of foreign professors who came to perform surgery, give lectures, and communicate, there had never been a full-time assistant.
Look at his extravagance. Not only did he bring a scrub nurse on stage, but his assistants were all German professors.
"Lao He, my phone is in my pocket. Help me take it," Professor Yang suddenly said.
"Old Yang, what's wrong?"
"You're over there. Help me record it," Professor Yang said in distress. "I don't have an operative view on this side. I still have to write the surgical record."
Lao He glanced at Chief Dong. His eyes were filled with endless confusion. He could not see any operative view.
The periphery of the porcelain gallbladder was a mess. Zheng Ren's operation was all within the narrowest range. No one could witness the entire process.
Should he go down the stage and ask Zheng Ren to write the surgical record? This was a little unrealistic.
Lao He smiled and picked up Yang Lei's phone. He looked at the battery. 65%. It should be enough.
"Boss Zheng, do you want to use a headlamp?" Lao He came behind Zheng Ren. Zheng Ren's vision was also dark. In this kind of situation, even if it was a video, he would not be able to see anything, so he asked.
"Okay, sorry to trouble you," Zheng Ren said.
He did not care because this surgery had been done more than a hundred times in the operating theater of the System!
All the details and places where there might be problems were familiar to him.
Including using the needle eye of a small needle to perform blunt dissection, they were all lessons learned after countless failures and dissections.
However, in the operating theater of the System, Zheng Ren did not think of using a headlamp.
Headlamps were rarely used in general surgery, but they were often used in thoracic surgery.
Soon, Lao He brought a public headlamp and placed it on Zheng Ren's head. He tried it and changed the angle, allowing the light to follow Zheng Ren's field of vision.
Lao He was very familiar with this.
As the light lit up, Zheng Ren cursed himself in his heart.
If he wanted to use a headlamp in the operating theater of the System, he would not have to fumble in the dark. In that case, he would more or less be able to save up a portion of the surgical training time.
But now, the surgical training time had been squandered.
Zheng Ren immediately dispelled his distracting thoughts and began to focus on the surgery.
In Tchaikovsky
Under the cheerful, lively, and youthful melody of the Violin Concerto in D Major, the speed of the surgery gradually increased.
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