In the operating theater of the Imperial Capital Hospital, the surgery for the partial removal of the giant spleen for Gaucher disease was nearing its end.
When the huge spleen was cut off, Professor Yang put on a sterile gown and sterile gloves and began to measure the diameter, diameter, and weight of the spleen.
The surgery was not performed by Professor Yang, but he felt that this matter could be written into a scientific research case report. Perhaps Boss Zheng needed it. Who knew?
But the main reason was curiosity.
In the end, only the specific data were the most objective about how big the spleen was cut off.
In the future, when he bragged at the wine table, he would not be stopped by others.
It was 56 cm x 32 cm x 11 cm and weighed 7.6 kg. After the actual measurement, Professor Yang was also shocked by this number.
The child was thin and withered. If such a big spleen was cut off, wouldn't he float up in an instant?
'Only Boss Zheng would dare to cut off a 15 kg spleen,' Professor Yang thought to himself.
However, the patient's blood pressure, heart rate, and pulse were stable. The high pressure of the invasive arterial pressure had been stable at around 130 mmhg. It did not rise too much or drop rapidly.
After cutting off the giant spleen, Zheng Ren reset the liver and intestines. Professor Yang knew that this was because he was worried that there would be negative pressure in the abdominal cavity because of the loss of a huge body, which would lead to a series of changes in the condition.
"Boss Zheng, 15 kg," Professor Yang returned to the operating table and said with a smile.
"Okay." Zheng Ren focused on the reduction of the intestines and only grunted softly, indicating that he understood.
In the eyes of others, this attitude would be a little arrogant.
However, Professor Yang did not care. The surgery was still going on. It was not enough for him to be fully focused, let alone be distracted and chat with him.
The loop of good luck came, echoing in his ears.
This song was not bad. The next time he performed the surgery, he would also play this song. Professor Yang watched Zheng Ren's surgery and his mind was in a mess.
After washing and hemostasis at the transverse section of the spleen, he wrapped it with the greater omentum and absorbable splenic omentum and drained it with a drainage strip.
The abdomen was closed and the surgery was over.
"Boss Zheng, will you often perform surgeries in the future?" Lao He asked.
He did not ask about the general surgery but directly asked about the surgery. After all, Boss Zheng and Chief Miao had performed a kidney transplant surgery. All the anesthetists in the operating theater knew about this.
"I don't know," Zheng Ren answered as he closed the abdominal cavity.
"If you come for surgery again next time, can you find me for anesthesia? It doesn't matter if it's an emergency in the middle of the night. My house is close, "Lao He chuckled and said.
"Hmm? What's wrong? "Zheng Ren asked.
"I just feel that your surgery was very smooth and comfortable to watch," Lao He said, "When the spleen was transsected just now, it was the best partial splenectomy I've ever seen. The surgical field is so clean. I'm so happy to see it. "
Zheng Ren felt that it was a little strange. Even if the surgery was done well, there was no need for Lao He to rush over from home in the middle of the night to set up a table for him, right?
Who cared? Zheng Ren was too lazy to think about it.
Lao He did a good job in anesthesia. He had not seen any stupid mistakes in a few surgeries. This was enough for Zheng Ren.
It didn't matter how strong the anesthetic was, as long as it didn't drag them down. If it really didn't work, he could go and get anesthetized himself.
He had already imagined what he would do if he encountered an average anesthesiologist or if the patient's trachea was abnormal and the intubation could not be inserted.
However, since Lao He took the initiative to request it, he had no reason to refuse.
"I don't care, as long as Chief Xu agrees," Zheng Ren said with a smile.
The subcutaneous tissue of the small patient was very thin, so it was easier to suture.
When Lao He heard Zheng Ren's words, he grinned.
He observed the patient's condition and displayed his peak level of anesthesia. As Zheng Ren's last needle was threaded and the knot was tied, the patient woke up from the anesthesia and began to move slightly.
Zheng Ren nodded. It was very good.
When Hu Yanhui saw that Zheng Ren was about to step down, she quickly took off his Google Glasses and looked at Zheng Ren with admiration.
She could see the traffic of the live broadcast of the surgery.
He could not understand the surgery, but if he could not understand the traffic, he was not worthy of being an engineer.
The surgery attracted a huge amount of traffic. Even the Xinglin Road server, which had just been modified, became unstable for a moment.
At that time, Hu Yanhui was still worried that if Boss Zheng's surgery failed and the patient could not get off the stage, it would cause a huge loss. However, the surgery was carried out at a steady pace. Boss Zheng, who was standing on the stage, seemed to have unlimited confidence. He was as reliable as a mountain.
Hu Yanhui could vaguely hear the exclamations of the people on the other side of the wireless network.
He turned around and walked off the stage. Zheng Ren saw that the spleen was placed in a plastic bucket instead of the usual pathological basin.
The operating theater had never prepared such a large pathological basin, so a clean bucket could only be used instead.
Zheng Ren thought for a moment and felt that he should not scare the young patient's mother. He took a sterile sheet and covered the bucket. Then, he asked Xie Yiren for a long-handled oval forceps.
"Boss Zheng, don't forget the forceps when you come back later!" the circulating nurse reminded him.
"I know." Zheng Ren turned around to look at Xie Yiren and smiled.
He was not afraid of forgetting it. Little Yiren reminded him.
"Boss Zheng's surgery is simply too skilled," Lao He nagged as he handled all kinds of equipment.
"Skilled?" Su Yun was stunned for a moment. He felt that there was something wrong with this word.
"Yes, I feel that Boss Zheng has performed at least a hundred surgeries," Lao He said. "He knows everything about the location and the small arteries. There's a problem with the retractor in the middle. Boss Zheng slightly touched the outer wall of the blood vessel. I think he directly used the forceps to clamp the small arteries. "
"What are you talking about, Lao He?" Su Yun said unhappily. "What do you mean there's a problem with the retractor?"
"Uh …" Lao He was speechless.
However, when Su Yun recalled the previous surgeries, he also had some doubts. Usually, when watching Zheng Ren's surgery, there was only infinite emotion. This level was really world-class. However, as an anesthesiologist, Lao He was beyond ordinary surgeons. Standing further away, he could see more clearly.
Had he done it before? Why don't I have any recollection of it? Su Yun quietly watched the young patient wake up. He was ready to be sent to the anesthesia recovery room and then sent to the ICU. He kept standing there, thinking about Lao He's words.
"Hey, let's go." Zheng Ren did not know when he returned. He put the knife aside and returned the oval pliers to Xie Yiren.
"Boss, have you done surgery before?" Su Yun blurted out.
"No," Zheng Ren replied calmly.
"Then why are you so familiar with it?"
"His standards are high." "Maybe in your opinion, some people need hundreds of surgeries to achieve a certain level of proficiency, but you can do it with one look and two looks. But when the skill reaches a certain level, you'll find that there's no need to even look at it. "
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