The trauma doctor was cheered up. "What? Where? What's the situation?"
"I told you. It's the scrub nurse that went to scrub her hands."
"Uh... Didn't they say that people from the same department aren't allowed to date?"
"Your operating theater is the same department as Da Wai's?" The interventional doctor looked at him with disdain.
Hmm, that made sense.
The trauma doctor sighed. Why didn't he have such good luck?
Soon, the scrub nurse was done. On the big screen, Xie Yiren began to prepare the surgical tools. Zheng Ren used a marker to draw the edges of the skin and then began to disinfect it.
This was not the frontline, nor was it Pengxi Village. There were all kinds of high-value medical supplies. After the interventional procedure, there was a hemostatic plate to help stop the bleeding. There was no need to apply pressure for 15 minutes at all.
Now, there was an unlimited supply of medical supplies. Su Yun was not the child of a poor family. If there were useful things, who would use human pressure to stop the bleeding?
"The position is so low. Can the edge of the skin be preserved?" the trauma doctor muttered in a low voice.
"It's not like you haven't seen it before. In the beginning, you were the one who jumped the most fiercely and was slapped in the face the most. Why are you still asking me this now?" The interventional doctor had already closed his eyes and spoke in a half-awake manner.
His voice was very soft as if he was talking in his sleep.
"Up until now, I still don't quite understand it. It's really strange. Do you always push yourself to the limit?"
"The earthquake relief work is over. Come to our intervention department and help out for a few months. You'll understand it."
"You speak as if you understand. The level of a surgeon's interventional thrombectomy is enough for you to learn for a lifetime. Besides, after the earthquake relief... Everyone is safe and sound. There shouldn't be so many injured people." The trauma doctor's voice gradually became softer as he looked at the image on the big screen and became engrossed with it.
The surgery began. The surgeon stretched out his hand and a scalpel was slapped into his palm.
The surgeon followed the pre-operation drawing of the edge of the skin to cut open the skin. Moreover, the surgeon still followed his own practice and did not follow the classic textbook procedure of tying a tourniquet around the middle of the t.h.i.g.h to prevent a large amount of bleeding.
In the beginning, many doctors raised their doubts about this.
However...
It was proven later that the surgeon was doing it to allow the blood vessels to be fully perfused after the blood vessels were opened. Moreover, the surgeon's level of blunt dissection was simply too high. After the surgery, he did not even touch the part that could cause a large amount of bleeding.
After cutting open a layer of tough membrane above the deep fascia, the surgeon slapped the surgical knife to the side of his legs. He stretched out his hand and the hemostatic forceps were immediately slapped into his hand.
Blunt dissection of the deep fascia began. The deep fascia had a rich blood supply.
Although the deep fascia was very tough, the surgeon used the same technique as a butcher dissecting a cow. Very soon, the deep fascia was separated, exposing the muscles, blood vessels, and nerves of the affected limb.
At this stage, the bleeding did not exceed 10ml. The entire surgical field was so clean that it made people feel as if the operation was staged. Not to mention the slightly larger blood vessels, even the capillaries were intentionally or unintentionally avoided.
The trauma doctor was a little surprised. He frowned and thought carefully.
What was wrong with the surgery?! At the very least, there was a slight difference from what he had seen before. Because he was too tired, his sluggish nerves also felt that there was a slight change in the surgery.
It was not that the surgeon was tired and the surgery was rough. It was...more precise and faster.
The surgery was different from usual because it looked smoother, but how was that so?
His eyes were looking at the big screen but his mind was recalling the previous surgery.
There was nothing new about the surgery. He knew everything, except that the surgeon was confident that he would not use the tourniquet.
However...
Then, the trauma doctor saw the surgeon grab the hemostatic forceps on the patient's leg. He reached out and there was a pair of small-patterned forceps in his hand.
A patterned forceps? The scrub nurse must have given him the wrong instrument.
However, the next scene stunned him.
Another pair of blunt scissors were placed in the surgeon's hand.
The surgeon took the patterned forceps and shook them in a simple arc in his palm. Then, he used a strange posture to pinch the patterned forceps. With the blunt scissors in his palm, he began to drift away from the tissue around the anterior tibial artery.
The patterned pliers were smaller and more precise. This kind of moving required a higher technique.
The trauma surgeon knew that he could not do this.
The patterned pliers and blunt scissors kept changing positions inelegantly. The whole process looked quite crude and simple.
Under normal circ.u.mstances, two hands were needed to complete this action. However, the surgeon's left hand was holding a leather hook and it was all operated by one hand.
This technique had never been shown before by the surgeon.
Could it be that the surgery suddenly became smoother because of... Because of the scrub nurse?
A strange thought appeared in the trauma surgeon's mind and he could not get rid of it.
Chapter 737 - Being Lovey-Dovey To Perform Surgery
"Boss, this switch in flow was caused by Little Yiren, right?" Su Yun looked at Zheng Ren using the patterned pliers to do a more detailed blunt dissection. He was also a little puzzled and asked the question on his mind.
Zheng Ren did not intend to pay attention to this guy. Before Xie Yiren came, he would talk to him when he was tired so that he could feel more energetic.
Now that Xie Yiren was by his side, he could see her eyes and brows when he raised his head. Zheng Ren felt that his life was already complete. He did not need to talk to Su Yun to be energized.
Seeing that Zheng Ren ignored him and focused on the surgery, Su Yun felt very bored. In order to be more energetic, he could only chat with Xie Yiren.
"Yiren, how did you know to give him the patterned pliers? I remember that the boss has never used them before."
"They've been used before. During an intestinal surgery, I remember that they were used when Zheng Ren was performing surgery on Chief Sun's grandson." Xie Yiren was full of energy. Her eyes were staring at the operating field. Her hands were busy with all sorts of medical equipment. As long as Zheng Ren needed it, it would appear straight in his hand as if by magic.
"He has?" Su Yun frowned. Thinking back, it seemed that he had.
A middle bend was too big and rough for a child's body to do a blunt dissection. Therefore, Zheng Ren used patterned forceps.
But what did that prove?
He never voiced out what equipment he needed. Would he die if he spoke? Su Yun had thought that he had done a good job as an assistant and scrub nurse at the same time. But when Xie Yiren came, his unprofessionalism was immediately exposed.
However, Su Yun was the kind of person who was very aggressive. He knew how to deal with Zheng Ren so nothing would happen to him. But if he said a few words to Xie Yiren, the hemostatic forceps would hit his radial process in the next second.
"Boss, your skills are improving," Su Yun said as he pulled the retractor and concentrated on it. The two small retractors always appeared in the most comfortable position for Zheng Ren, exposing the operative view quite thoroughly.
"Well, there will naturally be progress if you do it so many times,"
Zheng Ren said absent-mindedly.
Pui! Su Yun cursed in his heart.
Relying on the acc.u.mulation of surgeries, they could only produce a qualified surgeon but not a master-level figure.
In the beginning, the number of surgeries was very important.
But after one hundred and eighty surgeries were performed, a surgeon would reach a critical point. Generally, people with low comprehension skills would progress slowly when they hit this peak. They might even be at this level for the rest of their lives.
On the other hand, some people with high comprehension skills would still be able to advance bravely and continue to develop their skills after the acc.u.mulation of surgical skills.
Su Yun felt that he belonged to a different kind of category. With just one glance, the level of a doctor's surgery could reach the acc.u.mulated amount of a hundred and eighty surgeries. With just two glances, he could reach the level of a doctor who could bravely improve.
Once he put it into practice, he would become the kind of doctor who could specialize in it.
However, Zheng Ren... Su Yun had always been unable to understand how he did it.
How could he pull off surgical techniques that he had not even seen? The moment he started, he was already at his limit. That was not all. In the process of earthquake and disaster relief, even simple and crude surgeries such as amputation could become fancy under his hands.
Grinding contusion blood vessels and nerves with the technique of free intestinal adhesion was so delicate that it required a certain level of skill. However, Zheng Ren seemed to be able to do it with ease. He did not put in any effort at all.
Most importantly, this guy had no upper limit at all!
After more than a day of amputations, Su Yun could clearly feel the improvement in Zheng Ren's surgical skills. It was not an exaggeration to say that Zheng Ren had improved by leaps and bounds.
In the beginning, it was quite easy to set up a table. Even though he was an assistant and half a scrub nurse, it was still very easy for him.
However, as Zheng Ren's speed became faster and faster, Su Yun could not keep up. He had to be very focused.
Xie Yiren's arrival meant that she could take up the scrub nurse's role. Su Yun thought that he could do better but did not expect Zheng Ren's technique to jump by such a huge magnitude after the change of hands.
F*ck! Su Yun cursed in his heart. 'Focus and be a good assistant.'
If he could not even be a good assistant, he would really lose all his face.
The operating table fell silent. A machine began to operate as the missing parts were added to it. Although there was no sound, the doctors who were watching the surgery heard the roar of the motor and saw the wheels rolling over.
In the surgical demonstration classroom, the trauma doctor was dumbfounded.
He did not expect that a simple and rough amputation surgery could have such delicate operations.
Although the operation was done very carefully, the speed was particularly fast, so fast that it was too much for the eye to take in.
No one said anything. The surgeon did not even raise his head. As long as he stretched out his hand, the instruments that he needed at that time would be gently placed into the palm of his hand.
The trauma doctor felt that he had been abused.
Were all the grandstand surgeries so easy? Did they know how hard it was for a chief resident to be on stage?
Before the scrub nurse arrived, the surgery was already quite shocking.
He did not expect that it would not be the end of it. When the young and beautiful scrub nurse arrived, it was as if the scrub nurse had been injected with epinephrine. Her hand speed had doubled, and all sorts of techniques were used to make people...
Love!
This was all the power of love!
Even when performing surgery, one could use the power of love to improve!
He really wanted to spit twice and turn his head away, but the trauma doctor could not bear to part with such an exciting surgery.
Although he could not understand all of it, he tried to understand as much as he could. There were many details that would definitely be of great help to him.
With such exquisite techniques, he was sure that there was only a handful of them that could perform such things in the entire country.
It was not just a matter of technique. The surgeon did not deliberately pursue the finer details, nor did he delay the course of the surgery because of the technique's finer details.
His speed was what made the trauma doctor despair.
If it was an eSports battle, he knew that under the surgeon's hand speed, he would definitely not be able to resist at all. He would be hit by a series of dazzling combos all the way until he died.
Speed? Technique? It seemed that after his continuous efforts, all he would be able to do was...
Just as he thought about this, tears streamed down the trauma doctor's face.
He must have been sleepy and muddled-headed. The surgeon had first performed an interventional thrombectomy and then judged how much blood capillary network remained based on the patient's condition before performing the surgery.
This was a one-stop surgery. He... Regardless of whether he worked on it his entire life, he would not even be able to reach this level if he had two lifetimes put together.
The dissatisfaction he felt a day ago had unknowingly turned into respect and worship. When the scrub nurse made her appearance, he had immediately been converted into a worshipper, one that would throw himself wholeheartedly into understanding the other's work.
The interventional medicine department's chief and the chief of the orthopedics department watched the surgery from a corner. The two of them were discussing something.
Until now, it was still a mystery how the surgeon judged the capillary network to be re-established, reserved the skin flap, and removed as little of the body's tissue as possible.
The surgery was right here. The surgeon had no intention of hiding it. As long as he wanted to learn something, as long as he asked, the surgeon would tell him everything.
However, it was this kind of calmness that made all the doctors sink into a state of confusion. The surgeon had been worked to the bone and was now operating like a dog. Who would have the nerve to breach this question right now?
However, there was a surgery recording. He would watch it again if he could not learn it, eventually being able to pick it up himself.
Chapter 738 - Had A Strong D.e.s.i.r.e To Live
After the surgery, Zheng Ren felt extremely comfortable. All his pores were exuding a pleasant atmosphere. He lowered his head and finished the last stitch, roaring, "Down..."
As soon as he said that, Zheng Ren immediately sensed a sharp gaze on him.
A strong d.e.s.i.r.e to live arose from the bottom of his heart. Zheng Ren swallowed the last few words.
He raised his head and saw Xie Yiren looking at him with a serious gaze that he had never seen before. Zheng Ren immediately smiled apologetically.
Wearing a hat and a mask, he could only use his eyes to express his intentions.
"When was the last time you slept?" Xie Yiren asked in a low and stern voice.
"Around 22 hours ago. The Boss slept all the way here from the hospital in Pengxi Village. He hasn't slept since then." Zheng Ren didn't say anything but Su Yun reported everything straightforwardly.
"When was the last time you ate?" Xie Yiren's voice was countless times colder. Zheng Ren felt that her usually gentle eyes had become cold and stern.
"I ate a bite before I went to sleep. The Boss ate a bowl of rice in Pengxi Village. It's been more than 55 hours." Su Yun was proud. Finally, he could hang Zheng Ren to dry outside.
"And you still want to continue on with surgery? Do you want to die?" Xie Yiren whispered, "Rest for three hours. I'll go out and buy you food."
Zheng Ren felt that he had unlimited energy now. Just as he was about to say something, he felt that c
old gaze suddenly become sharp, like a knife stabbing his body.
"Uh... Okay..." Zheng Ren hesitated for a moment and replied.
It was also good to rest for a while. He had not eaten for two days and could not endure it just by relying on the energy drinks. This time, when he suddenly saw Xie Yiren, it made his spirit jolt but still could not bring about a fundamental change.
"Pick up the patient!" Su Yun roared. Then, he raised his head to look at Zheng Ren and asked, "Boss, are you going to say it or should I?"
"I'll go. Don't let the operating table be occupied three hours later," Zheng Ren said.
Xie Yiren lowered her head to pack up the surgical supplies. Zheng Ren gave her a deep look before he turned around and walked out of the operating theater.
Two doctors were in the operating theater looking at Zheng Ren's thrombectomy image. When they saw Zheng Ren walk out, they stood up immediately. Because they were too anxious, the chair slid backward and hit the wall with a bang.
Because they got up too quickly, the person who was sitting almost fell down.
Uh... What happened?
Zheng Ren looked at the two doctors in confusion. The older one among them asked politely, "Doctor Zheng, what do you need?"
Zheng Ren had not left the operating theater all this time. He thought that the doctors from Chengdu Provincial Hospital were really polite, so he smiled and said, "I need to arrange a table in the operating theater. Who should I look for?"
"Arrange a table?" The young doctor was stunned. An older doctor in his forties next to him immediately realized something and asked, "Doctor Zheng, you must be tired."
"Yes, I've been running around for five to six days so I need a place to sleep for three hours," Zheng Ren said. "I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to stand up after waking up, so I thought of informing you in advance."
"Oh, leave this to me. I'll talk to the chief nurse," the older doctor immediately said. "Is three hours enough? Just now, Chief Chen said that you didn't seem to have much rest in Pengxi Village. Why don't you sleep a little longer?"
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