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"Can I choose?" Su Yun asked.
"I bought a stereo and used my phone's Bluetooth. You can choose." Lao He smiled and said, "I tried it yesterday and played it randomly. I didn't expect to randomly play a cool song. I've already deleted it."
Doctors, or rather, no matter what they did, it was only right to get a good sign.
Playing cool during the surgery … Zheng Ren felt that if he had been the chief surgeon at that time, he might have fallen out with Lao He.
"Yes, don't play cool, and don't play classical music. In the past, I met an old academician. Every time he went to surgery, he had to amplify the grief mantra. "Su Yun began to gossip.
In the operating theater, the nurses' gazes had long drifted to him.
Xie Yiren went on stage and was the scrub nurse. She was counting the number of instruments with the circulating nurse, but in the end, the circulating nurse made three mistakes. Little Yiren was also very helpless. The circulating nurse's gaze could not help but look at Su Yun.
Zheng Ren felt that this guy was really not suitable for surgery. It was actually quite good to squat in the ICU.
Was this not a waste of time?
"The Guzheng song is the same. It makes me sleepy." Lao He started chatting as if they were familiar with each other.
"Find a beyonc song and play it. Just don't play the song from the 59th Grammy Awards." Su Yun saw that the anesthesia had been completed, so he turned around to scrub his hands.
Zheng Ren did not care about what music was played at all. During the surgery, he basically automatically blocked all the noise.
"Why?" Lao He asked.
"At that time, she was pregnant. I think it was twins. There was no problem with her singing. She was as excellent as ever. However, the music was more soothing. I was sleepy listening to it. "Su Yun's voice echoed in the corridor.
While Lao He was looking for beyonc's song, in the operating theater, the people who came to watch the stage came up one after another.
Although many of them had nothing to do with the general surgery department, everyone was curious.
To be able to correctly diagnose a rare disease was something that could be done at the wine table. When one's face was red from drinking, one could slap the table and brag.
However, this Boss Zheng not only diagnosed correctly, but he also wanted to broadcast the surgery live on the Internet.
At first, many people did not understand, but there were always people who found out the truth. After listening to Professor Yang's description, they secretly took a look at the patient before the surgery. Everyone also expressed their understanding of Boss Zheng's actions.
This was like stepping on a f * cking tightrope.
But was it worth it for a patient whom he did not know?
The increasingly serious doctor-patient relationship caused all the doctors to put away their compassion. It was the most reasonable thing for them to do according to the procedures.
In fact, this was also the case. If everything went according to procedure, such a problem would not have occurred at all. If there was a problem, there would naturally be someone to solve it. The problem would not fall on the doctor's head.
However, the sorrowful atmosphere in the operating theater was not there at all. When he came in, he heard them discussing beyonc.
What the hell was this?
Soon, Su Yun came back after brushing his hands. He disinfected and wiped his hands. He took the curved plate and oval forceps from the nurse and prepared to disinfect them.
"Look at Beyoncé. She went to the Grammys pregnant with twins, but she didn't lip-sync or go off-key." Su Yun said while disinfecting. "The whole show is filled with the holiness of motherhood. The voice is quiet and distant, like the sound of nature. Lao He, if you have time, you can watch the live version. I highly recommend it. "
"Sure." Lao He especially liked Su Yun's carefree surgical style.
With his personality, if he really encountered a strict and meticulous surgeon who was too lazy to say a word, it would be very boring.
For example, Boss Zheng …
Zheng Ren saw that Su Yun had started to disinfect and lay out the surgical sheet, so he went to scrub his hands.
When he turned around, he saw seven or eight doctors standing in the operating theater. Zheng Ren was stunned for a moment.
They were here to watch the stage. Zheng Ren immediately understood.
He walked out of the operating theater sideways and went to scrub his hands. As he walked, he recalled the surgery process in the System's operating theater.
The entire surgery took a long time, but it was still considered smooth. The final surgery completion rate was 98%, and he was quite satisfied.
Zheng Ren was not worried about this.
While he was scrubbing his hands, Zheng Ren seemed to have obsessive-compulsive disorder and carried out another surgery training. With the absorbable splenic omentum, the final surgery completion rate reached 99%.
Zheng Ren estimated that he would have to use cosmetic sutures to achieve perfection with the remaining 1%.
However, this was not necessary.
When he returned to the operating theater, Su Yun had already laid out the sheet amidst the passionate music. He stood in the assistant's position and waited for Zheng Ren.
Hu Yanhui put on the Google Glasses for Zheng Ren. The airtight door of the operating theater closed and the surgery officially began.
Zheng Ren stood in the position of the surgeon and was a little absent-minded.
He had not stood here for a long time in a general surgery.
Su Yun took the dry gauze and aspirator and waited for Zheng Ren to open the skin. However, after waiting for a few seconds, he saw that Zheng Ren did not move. He asked in surprise, "Boss?"
"Uh …" Zheng Ren came back to his senses and said, "What song is playing?"
"Beyonc. Do you have any other recommendations?" Su Yun knew that Zheng Ren rarely listened to songs. In fact, this music was played for him to listen to.
"It's stopped. Good luck," Zheng Ren said.
"F * ck … Boss, can you be more old-fashioned?" Su Yun retorted. "Do you think it's the Spring Festival Gala?"
"Good luck," Zheng Ren said. He stretched out his hand and slapped the scalpel in his palm.
The patient's skin layer was very thin. Not only was there almost no fat layer, but even the epidermis and dermis layer were only two-thirds of that of a child of the same age.
Electrocautery to stop the bleeding and blunt dissection.
Layer by layer into the abdomen and peritoneal protection were the most routine operations.
A song of good luck came and the surgery was immersed in endless blessings.
At first, Lao He felt that it was a little old-fashioned, but after listening to it once, he felt that Boss Zheng's consideration was very thorough and appropriate.
Patient, surgery, good luck came. It was really a f * cking combination.
This song was festive. In the future, this would be played in the surgery!
The surgical incision was very long, almost from the xiphoid process to the navel. After opening the abdominal cavity, everyone was dumbfounded.
Looking at the radiographic films was one thing, but seeing the huge spleen with their own eyes was another thing.
The people in the stands began to lose their composure.
Even in the 912 hospital, many surgeons were knowledgeable, but they had never seen a stomach full of spleens.
From the CT scan, it looked like a grapevine with spleens one after another. But now that it was opened and looked at with the naked eye, it was full of spleens. Almost all the organs in the abdominal cavity had moved.
After the patient's stomach was decompressed by the gastrointestinal tract, it turned into a small ball and shrank into a pile of purplish-red spleens. It looked pitiful. Meanwhile, the intestines only appeared intermittently, struggling in the vast sea of spleens.
The patient's diaphragms on both sides were too high to varying degrees. The lower part of the liver was pushed by the spleen, and the upper part was pressed by the diaphragm. The volume was only about 60% of the normal volume.
"How is the surgery done?"
"I don't know. It's different from cirrhosis of the spleen."
"I'm afraid the patient won't be able to take it if we cut it off directly."
A few chief physicians and professors were whispering to each other behind them.
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