"Boss Zheng, how are we going to perform the surgery today?" Lao He asked with a smile.
"Let's give it a try first. If we can get into the frame, the surgery will be over. If not, we'll have to operate on the general surgery. At that time, we'll help, "Zheng Ren said.
Zheng Ren and Lao He were chatting. The patient's tracheal intubation had been inserted and connected to the ventilator. The general anesthesia was successful. If they were impatient, they could already scrub in.
At this moment, a tall and thin doctor walked in.
The isolation suit was already fat, and the tall and thin doctor was swaying when he wore it. He was a rough man and was not afraid of being exposed.
"Boss Zheng, thank you for what happened that day," the tall and thin doctor came in front of Zheng Ren and said very politely.
Zheng Ren was stunned for a moment. Did he know him?
He must have recognized the wrong person.
It would be great if Su Yun was here. That guy would never forget anyone who met him once. Zheng Ren felt a little regretful. He brought Su Yun up. He reckoned that he would have already chatted with this person by now. Then, he would be able to determine who it was from the clues.
This way, no one would be embarrassed.
The tall and thin doctor smiled and said, "Boss Zheng, I'm Feng Jianguo from the General Surgery Department. This is the first time we've met. Last time, you helped us remove a stent. Do you still remember it? "
Uh … So that was the case. Zheng Ren quickly smiled and said, "Oh, Professor Feng. Nice to meet you."
"The patient's surgery has been completed. It's very clean. There's no fistula. We'll wait for the second-stage anastomosis," Professor Feng said. "Thank you, Boss Zheng."
Lao He listened to the conversation between the two and frowned. "Old Feng, your surgery was done in the interventional surgery room. If it's the operating theater outside, I'm afraid the head nurse will scold you every time she sees you."
"That can't be helped. We have to do what we have to do." Professor Feng did not care. It was normal for everyone to complain below the stage. If something really happened, no one would be afraid.
Were there not many surgeries to dig out feces in the operating theater?
"Boss Zheng, I've seen the radiographic films. It's very difficult. If the stent can't go in, what should we do next? " Professor Feng did not avoid it. He just said nice things. The patient was lying there. He could not treat the disease even if he listened.
It was always better to communicate with each other first.
"Anything is fine. Mark it with methylene blue first. If you can find it, that would be the best. If we can't find it, we can only embolize it and wait for the intestinal tube to die, "Zheng Ren said.
For this kind of surgery, the methylene blue marking had to be superselected in place.
Otherwise, when the superior mesenteric artery was superselected, the medicine would be administered, and there would be no way to know that there was an arterial dissection.
Boss Zheng spoke very confidently. He reckoned that the superselection would not be a problem.
Professor Feng made a judgment.
Seeing that the anesthesia was almost over, Professor Rudolf Wagner came out to wash his hands and disinfect them. Zheng Ren said, "Professor Feng, I'm going to wash my hands."
Professor Feng nodded without saying a word as he watched Zheng Ren turn and leave.
"Boss Zheng, I'll find you a violin song," Lao He said loudly.
"Sure," Zheng Ren replied indifferently.
Lao He was wearing a lead apron. This was an interventional surgery under general anesthesia. The anesthetist had to follow inside, so he was also wearing a lead apron. Hearing Zheng Ren's words, he gave his assistant a few instructions and went to look for music to download.
The operating theater was built earlier. Although the sound system was not bad, there was no Bluetooth, so they could only plug in a USB drive.
Boss Zheng had a preference for the violin. He was probably a good player, Lao He thought to himself.
When he reached the duty room on the sixth floor, he opened the cabinet and took out the USB drive. Lao He immediately returned to the operating room.
The airtight lead door had already been closed, and the assistant was watching from inside. Lao He glanced at the screen of the electrocardiogram monitor in the operating room. All kinds of vital signs were stable, and there was nothing wrong.
He plugged in the USB drive, clicked it open, and began to look for the downloaded violin music.
"Lao He, what are you doing?" Professor Feng asked.
"When Boss Zheng is performing surgery, he likes to listen to music. Isn't this playing music for him to relax?" Lao He said.
"Are you sure?" Professor Feng asked in surprise.
"Two nights ago, in the emergency department, he performed a porcelain gallbladder. Boss Zheng was very meticulous in separating the gallbladder. By the way, I sent the video of the surgery to Xinglin Garden. Did you watch it? "Lao He raised his head and glared at Professor Feng, expressing his dissatisfaction.
This is your first time meeting Boss Zheng. Why are you asking me if I'm sure?
Find Tchaikovsky
Violin Concerto in D Major. Lao He was prepared to play this. The last time he saw Boss Zheng perform the blunt dissection of the gallbladder, the final rhythm and the beat of the music faintly matched. It was called beautiful.
He did not know if Boss Zheng could perform interventional surgery like last time.
"Old Feng, it's a pity that you didn't watch it." Lao He found Tchaikovsky.
He introduced the Violin Concerto in D Major to Professor Feng. "Boss Zheng's surgery in the General Surgery Department is better than yours."
Anyway, they were chatting in the operating theater. It did not matter if it was a little exaggerated. Lao He was not afraid that Professor Feng would be angry.
However, Professor Feng did not say anything.
Lao He was stunned for a moment. Could he really be angry? Logically speaking, Old Feng's temper would not be like this.
Just as he was thinking, the airtight lead door opened and the scrub nurse walked in.
This was …
"Lao He, the surgery is over. You don't have to play music anymore," Professor Feng said as he patted Lao He's shoulder.
"…" Lao He was stunned for a moment.
After opening the stage, he went downstairs, took out the USB drive, and chatted for a while.
Logically speaking, at this time, the superselection should have just ended. How could the surgery be over?
"Stop fooling around." Lao He laughed and said, "Are you angry because I said that your surgery is not as good as Boss Zheng's?"
"Who's fooling around with you? Hurry up and push the medicine for the patient," Professor Feng said.
"The anesthesia is quite good."
"The surgery is over. Hurry up and wake up. We'll go down," Professor Feng said.
Lao He was really stunned. He took a look inside. Zheng Ren had already turned around and left the stage. The tall and big German professor was pressuring the puncture point to stop the bleeding.
F * ck, was it really done?
Lao He could not care less about Tchaikovsky.
Violin Concerto in D Major. He quickly ran in and asked, "Boss Zheng, did the surgery go smoothly?"
This question was a little slippery, but Zheng Ren did not think much of it.
"It went smoothly. There shouldn't be any problems after the surgery." Zheng Ren smiled, tore off his sterile clothes and threw them into the medical waste bin.
"How did it go so fast?" Lao He was surprised and let it slip.
"It's alright. After the superselection goes in, the stent is removed, and it's over." Zheng Ren did not care. The matter of playing music had long been forgotten by him.
Little Yiren was not there either. She was listening to some violin music.
Violin Concerto in D Major. Zheng Ren did not even know what a concerto was. He did not have that kind of elegant bone.
Lao He stared blankly at the screen opposite the surgeon. On it was the final scene of the interventional surgery — a membrane stent had completely covered the damaged part of the blood vessel, and the blood flow had returned to normal.
It was really done, but it was too fast.
Boss Zheng's general surgery skills were high, and his intervention skills … were even higher!
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