"Let's go." Professor Yang glanced at the patient. He was already awake from the anesthesia, but he was slightly restless. He asked Chief Dong to take care of the patient. He personally took the pathological specimen to explain to the patient's family.
The sterile surgical gown and gloves were not taken off. This attire was very high in the eyes of the patient's family.
Lao He picked up a pair of sterile gloves and put them on. He greeted his assistant and gestured for him to go. Then, he followed behind Professor Yang and walked out.
"Old Yang, Boss Zheng's surgery is really good," Lao He said as he walked.
"He's a little too careful," Professor Yang said. "But it's rare for a young man to be mature."
"It's probably the first time I've encountered this kind of gallbladder. There's no harm in being careful." Although Lao He did not think so, he did not want to offend anyone. He gave an ambiguous evaluation.
The two chatted as they walked to the entrance of the operating theater.
Lao He opened the door and Professor Yang walked out.
He called for the patient's family. More than ten people came up and surrounded Professor Yang and Lao He.
"The surgery was successful. The gallbladder has been removed. It's a very rare porcelain gallbladder. Come and take a look. The gallbladder will be sent to the pathology department, "Professor Yang said." Look here. "
"Old Yang, wait a moment," Lao He said. Then, he turned on Professor Yang's phone and began to record.
The patient's family was a little puzzled, but perhaps this was a normal procedure. No one questioned it at this time.
After all, the surgery was successful. What was there to be picky about?
After Lao He's side was ready, Professor Yang gently tapped the gallbladder with the hemostatic forceps. He originally wanted to let the calcification deposit and the metal hemostatic forceps collide to make a sound.
However, something unexpected happened.
The gallbladder, which looked like perfect porcelain, was lightly touched and a crack appeared.
What was going on? Professor Yang was stunned.
If it was so fragile, why didn't the gallbladder rupture when it was in the patient's body?
Could it be that his strength was too great? He did not use much strength.
The patient's family members were all dumbfounded. Was this porcelain made in the kiln or was it a cut gallbladder …
"A porcelain gallbladder is like this. It's especially fragile." Professor Yang adapted to the situation and said casually. He did not let the atmosphere cool down, nor did he let people realize that he did not realize how fragile the gallbladder was.
"Look here." Professor Yang used the hemostatic forceps to turn the gallbladder over, but with a little force, the entire gallbladder shattered like an egg in an instant.
"…" Lao He was stunned.
"…" Professor Yang was stunned.
"…" The patient's family members were also stunned.
What the hell was going on?!
Inside the gallbladder, an irregular object about 4cm in diameter appeared in front of everyone's eyes. Then, there was a pile of blue gallstones.
It was just that this pile of blue solids looked a little scary.
Based on Professor Yang's experience, irregular objects were undoubtedly tumors in the gallbladder.
He froze for a few seconds, recalling Zheng Ren's careful movements during the surgery.
It turned out that the gallbladder was so fragile that it would break at the slightest touch.
No wonder Boss Zheng called him and told him not to make a move and wait for him to come.
At this moment, all the unreasonable phenomena during the surgery were explained.
So that was how it was.
This thought echoed in the minds of Professor Yang and Lao He.
After ten seconds of silence, Professor Yang continued, "This is the malignant tumor inside the gallbladder. During the operation, because the gallbladder wall has calcium deposition, forming a porcelain gallbladder, so the tumor has not spread for the time being. "
"As for the specifics, we'll have to wait for the pathologist to return. The groups of lymph nodes that were cut out looked fine on the outside. "
"Are there any other questions?"
Professor Yang used the hemostatic forceps to knock on the edge of the pathological basin, making a crisp sound.
It was like a teacher knocking on a blackboard.
The patient's family members were all silent. This kind of gallbladder was beyond their imagination.
Was it really a gallbladder?
However, at the entrance of the operating theater, facing Professor Yang, who was wearing a sterile surgical gown and the bloodstains on his gloves, no one questioned him.
Other than a few people with ulterior motives, most people would still give doctors a lot of respect.
"The patient will be sent out later. Wait here." Seeing that the family had no objections, Professor Yang left a sentence and returned to the operating theater with Lao He.
His back was cold. The more Professor Yang thought about it, the more afraid he became. He simply did not dare to think about it anymore.
"Old Yang, this surgery …" Lao He said faintly behind him.
However, halfway through his sentence, he was stuck.
Lao He racked his brains but could not find an adjective to describe Zheng Ren's level.
Too awesome?
How could the surgery that had just ended be described with the word 'awesome'?!
Professor Yang remained silent. He was still immersed in the lingering fear.
His choice was right. He chose to believe in Boss Zheng. Looking back, it was simply too wise.
If he had performed the surgery before Boss Zheng came, once the gallbladder was broken, let alone the patient's postoperative condition, the surgery would definitely not have been as perfect as it was now.
If bile leaked from the stomach, even if he could leave the stage alive, there was a certain chance that he would die during the perioperative period. Even if he could leave the hospital alive, the metastasis of the tumor would be another gate to hell.
Putting the pathology basin back, Professor Yang was still in a state of shock.
"Let's go for a smoke?" Lao He asked.
Professor Yang nodded. The two of them came to the duty room, and Lao He opened the window.
The night wind blew in, and it was a little cold. Hun Jiangjiang's brain was blown by the wind, and he became much more clear-headed.
After lighting two cigarettes, Lao He took a puff. Looking at Professor Yang's expression, he knew that he was afraid, so he smiled and said, "Old Yang, your luck is really good."
Professor Yang nodded. That was indeed the case.
"I've been doing anesthesia for more than 20 years. I've seen at least 800 gallbladders cut out, if not a thousand. This is the first time I've seen this kind of gallbladder."
"Yes, porcelain gallbladders. I've also cut out more than ten cases, but I've never seen this kind of gallbladder." Professor Yang took a puff of his cigarette and stood at the window. He looked at the lights of the city and said with emotion.
"It's best if nothing happens. Speaking of which, Boss Zheng doesn't look that old, but his skills are really awesome!" As Lao He spoke, he remembered something and said, "Old Yang, send me a copy of the video of the surgery."
"I'll go back. With such a big video, the phone will have to be shut down."
"You're so stingy," Lao He scolded. "You're a great professor. Do you care about this little bit of traffic?"
"My family is very strict. Now, I'm not even allowed to smoke." Yang Lei chuckled. There was nothing to be embarrassed about.
He took two hard puffs and threw the cigarette butt into a mineral water bottle. He hurriedly said, "I'm going back."
"What's the hurry?"
"Go back and watch the video." As he spoke, Professor Yang had already left the duty room. He hurriedly went to change his clothes and prepared to go down to take a look at the patient. Then, he found a quiet place to take a good look at how Boss Zheng cut off the gallbladder.
With that kind of brittleness, Professor Yang could not think of any way to completely remove it. Although he saw it with his own eyes, he still did not believe it.
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Around May Day, during the period when I was asking for monthly votes, my friends gave me a lot of help.
There was nothing I could do to repay them, so I could only update them.
Recently, I had been too tired. This morning, there was a problem with my condition, so I decided to be lazy. I only wrote a single chapter before resting to adjust my body. Tomorrow's update might not release five chapters at once, but it would be written in a little later. It would only be late, not absent.
I'll adjust my work and rest as soon as possible. In a day or two, I'll return to my original rhythm and pace.
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This was a chapter that had just been written and the words had been corrected. It was directly updated to show his sincerity.
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