Logically speaking, it was about time for a normal surgery to reach a completion rate of 79%.
At least, the patient would not die on the stage. After going down, the ICU doctors would be the ones to worry about everything.
The completion rate of this surgery was enough to ensure that the patient would not die. It was already a blessing to be able to save him. What else could he ask for?
However, this was not what Zheng Ren wanted.
He looked at the simulation mannequin on the operating table in a daze. After recalling the surgery twice, he could not find what the problem was.
He definitely couldn't let the System take the blame for this. Zheng Ren knew that it was definitely because his surgery was not perfect enough that the completion rate of the surgery was not high enough.
But where exactly was it?
The surgery training began again.
Zheng Ren did every step carefully, trying to find the important points that he had missed during the surgery.
However, when he finished suturing the skin, he saw that the completion rate of the surgery was still 79%.
He was about to curse.
Zheng Ren frowned and looked at the simulation mannequin. He did not even dare to leave the System's operating theater.
There were people outside. In the System space, only the time flow in the operating theater was different from the outside world. It was almost still. Zheng Ren usually did surgical training in the changing room. No one would be surprised if he sat there in a daze.
However, there were people outside today. If he maintained the same posture for too long, it would be very strange.
If it was a waste, then so be it. There was nothing he could do about it.
Zheng Ren went through the surgery twice again. There was a thought that kept circling in his mind, but he could not grasp it.
If this happened outside, Zheng Ren would not think about it. Instead, he would let nature take its course. When it was time to think about it, he would naturally think about it.
However, now that he was in the System's operating theater, every minute was extremely precious.
Helpless, Zheng Ren could only open another surgery to train himself and prepare to become more proficient in his techniques. Moreover, when he was performing the surgery, he wondered what he had missed out on.
76% …
75% …
Because he was thinking about something, the completion rate of the surgery did not increase but decreased.
The sixth surgery began. Zheng Ren habitually prepared to remove the patient's remaining kidney. Suddenly, a thought tore through the black curtain of his thoughts like lightning.
Zheng Ren remembered what had gone wrong.
Chief Miao had asked himself how much of the patient's kidney could be preserved if it was preserved. He said that the upper pole of the kidney could be preserved at most by 15%.
Once he got the ball rolling, everything else would fall into place.
Why was nephrectomy not required for kidney transplantation, but a "home" for the fresh kidney in the iliac fossa? This was because the original kidney still had a certain function, more or less.
Moreover, it was best to preserve glands such as the adrenal glands to avoid many diseases of the endocrine system after surgery.
Bilateral excision would cause the secretion of the endocrine system to be in disorder, and a successful surgery would fail at any moment.
Zheng Ren was suddenly enlightened.
This time, he did not directly cut off the remaining kidney of the test subject. Instead, he repaired it bit by bit to preserve as much kidney function and glands as possible.
But …
It was so difficult.
The test subject's kidneys were already shattered into a mess. It was quite difficult to preserve a certain portion of the kidneys in such a situation.
After more than ten surgeries, Zheng Ren gradually mastered the technique. The surgery completion rate increased from 5% at the beginning to 98%!
'That's it,' Zheng Ren thought.
Although it wasn't 100%, he was already satisfied. The difference was about 2%, which was probably related to the condition of the test subjects.
After all, it was a patient with hemorrhagic shock. The possibility of any surgery achieving a 100% success rate was not very high.
Zheng Ren was extremely gratified when he saw urine continuously being drawn out of the test subject's urine bag.
Let's end the surgery training and go back.
…
Zheng Ren opened his eyes. He had consumed a Grandmaster-level skill book. More than 20 hours of surgery training time had passed in the blink of an eye outside.
The sound of a stretcher trolley could be heard in the corridor. The severely burned patient was hurriedly pushed up under the protection of a sterile cover.
Chief Miao had already finished scrubbing his hands and called a professor who led the group to assist him in removing the kidney.
When he left, he glanced at Zheng Ren and said, "Boss Zheng, you can scrub your hands on the stage first. Try to repair the remaining kidney as much as possible. I'll be done in about 20 minutes. It won't take too long. "
After saying that, Chief Miao left.
Zheng Ren recalled the surgery process. He did not go to scrub his hands directly. Instead, he asked Su Yun to go to the neurosurgery department to borrow a microsurgery equipment for him.
"Boss, do you have to be so meticulous with a kidney transplant?" Su Yun was surprised.
When it came to organ transplants, Su Yun's starting point was much higher than Zheng Ren's. He learned and performed heart transplants. Zheng Ren's current level of organ transplants was not as good as Su Yun's.
In Su Yun's opinion, a kidney transplant, a surgery with large blood vessels, was completely unnecessary.
"The remaining kidney needs to be repaired," Zheng Ren said.
Su Yun was a little puzzled, but he still took the time to borrow the equipment for him.
Little Yiren also rushed to the operating theater. Zheng Ren scrubbed his hands with her.
This feeling was really good.
Normally, the scrub nurse would have to scrub her hands in advance and go on stage to count the number of instruments with the circulating nurse to prevent items like forceps and scissors from being left in the patient's stomach.
A long time ago, this kind of thing often happened.
However, ever since the emphasis was placed on checking, it had decreased a lot. Sometimes, because of a pair of hemostatic forceps clamped on a sterile sheet, the entire operating theater could search for it like crazy for an hour.
In the end, they would even scold the doctor who made a mistake.
'This should be the first time I'm scrubbing my hands with Little Yiren,' Zheng Ren thought to himself.
"Zheng Ren, is it just a kidney transplant?" Xie Yiren asked.
However … Zheng Ren's description of Little Yiren … was sincerely happy. If it was Su Yun, he would definitely scold him. However, when Little Yiren said it, she was full of confidence.
"Before the kidney transplant, we still have to repair the remaining kidney and try to leave as many remaining kidneys and adrenal glands as possible," Zheng Ren said.
"Oh, I've never seen anyone do it before."
"The patient is injured, so there's an extra step," Zheng Ren explained simply.
As he spoke, he peeked at Little Yiren scrubbing her hands.
The six steps of washing hands were simple and clear. Every step was extremely standard. In addition to her flawless appearance, she could definitely be used in a promotional video.
Especially when the water from the faucet flowed onto Little Yiren's jade-white hands, the water droplets that splashed seemed to carry a gentle fragrance.
It was like mountain spring water, tinkling and full of vitality.
After scrubbing his hands, Zheng Ren was still a little reluctant. However, he had to hurry up with the surgery. Chief Miao said that he would only need 20 minutes to come over.
'Next time, I'll wash vegetables with Little Yiren,' Zheng Ren thought to himself.
After scrubbing his hands, disinfecting, putting on his clothes and sterile gloves, Zheng Ren stood beside Yu Wangshan.
He reached out and the hemostatic forceps landed on his hand.
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