However, Professor Yang was very curious. He wanted to see whether Zheng Ren would simply go up and give him a hand, or whether the thoracic surgery could also be done in the same manner as before.
If it was the latter... that would be too scary.
"Boss, you're making me very scared by being my assistant," Su Yun pushed Zhao Yunlong aside and said with a smile.
"Stop talking nonsense and hurry up with the surgery," Zheng Ren said. "It's more than ten hours. Hurry up and sleep for a while."
"You even said that you'll sleep for three days and three nights when you come back. It's such a strain for you to perform such a surgery right after you come back,"Su Yun nagged, but he did not delay the action of his hand.
Zhao Yunlong stood in the position of the second assistant and acted as the puppet of procedural justice, which made him feel very helpless.
In fact, the people from the cardiosurgery department who performed this kind of surgery could be considered to be somewhat related. It should normally be performed by those in the thoracic department.
However, which doctor had not taken part in this kind of surgery before?
Zhao Yunlong had seen Zheng Ren's surgery before that, but he had only seen unconventional surgeries such as splenectomy under local anesthesia and liver suture. He had never seen Zheng Ren perform thoracic surgery.
In Nanchuan town, after the ventilator was brought over, Zheng Ren went straight into the collapsed building to perform interventional hemostasis. He rarely came up at all.
He was also curious. Zhao Yunlong did not know how good Zheng Ren's thoracic surgery was, but he knew Su Yun's surgical skill.
It was much better than his own by a huge margin.
Otherwise, with Su Yun's mouth, Zhao Yunlong would not have put up with him at all.
Su Yun's surgical skills were great. So what if he was a little sarcastic? He had to admit that there was a gap between them.
This little boss of Su Yun's... He was probably a big shot in the thoracic surgery department. Otherwise, Su Yun would not be willing to be an assistant by his side.
He was only an assistant, so he probably would not be able to see anything, Zhao Yunlong assumed.
As soon as the surgery started, Zhao Yunlong knew that he was wrong.
Su Yun's technique was dazzling.
He performed the surgery well and even showed off his skills. With just a glance, one knew that this person was really awesome. However, after watching for a few minutes, Zhao Yunlong knew in his heart that boss Zheng's surgery was even better than Su Yun's!
With Su Yun, Zheng Ren did not need to be as polite as with Professor Yang.
After the thoracotomy, Zheng Ren unknowingly took over the responsibility of being the surgeon. Although he was standing in the position of the first assistant, he was basically the one performing the surgery.
All kinds of blunt dissection. The technique was simple, but it was also extremely practical. The speed of his hands were not fast. It was rigid, and it even gave people a feeling of stiffness.
However, every time at the right time, the right position, and the precise operation, it made an extremely complicated surgery much simpler.
'He's really a monster,' Zhao Yunlong thought to himself.
'Su Yun's vision is indeed good enough,' Zhao Yunlong thought to himself. Moreover, he was thick-skinned enough. If he were to meet Zheng Ren, he might not be able to bring himself to stick by his side as an assistant.
However, Su Yun was able to do it, and he was even willing to do it.
That was the gap…
Zheng Ren and Su Yun were performing the surgery, and Zhao Yunlong was basically a puppet. He looked at the surgery in a daze, and a strange thought suddenly arose in his mind—could it be that Su Yun had already noticed that there was such a big difference?
If that was the case, then his hypothesis was not valid at all. Compared to Su Yun, his level and vision was much worse.
Zhao Yunlong was silent.
That was a surgery that silences the viewers.
More and more people watched from the viewing platform, and that flat-c.h.e.s.ted patient also rushed over one after another.
When they saw the surgical staff allocation, they were a little surprised. It was possible that none of the people standing here were rookies. On their own, any one of them would be able to perform surgeries. One of them would cost 20,000 RMB, and they would not accept any offers of less than five surgeries.
That was how amazing they were!
In the eyes of this group of awesome people, it was obvious how difficult the surgery was.
Although the surgery did not seem that difficult under the knife, scissors, and pliers, it was because of the surgeon's skills.
Everyone watched the surgery in silence. Those who came late and did not have a proper view took their footstools and stood behind them to watch.
The assistant standing in the position of the surgeon was dazzling, but it couldn't hide the clumsiness of the surgeon standing in the position of the assistant.
The anesthesiologist used one-chamber ventilation, and the right lung collapsed. The right lung dissociated the diaphragm and broke down the adhesion, bit by bit from the c.h.e.s.t to the abdomen, slowly but firmly, without the slightest hesitation.
Liver hydatid passed through the diaphragm, and the middle and lower lobes of the right lung were full.
However, the surgeon would always find the right gap to dissociate and cut. Although 60% of the tissue in the middle and lower lobes of the right lung was cut off, a part of the lung was still preserved, and the lung's function would not be seriously damaged in the future.
Chapter 774 - Soul Assistant
Not only the lungs, but even the pericardium was affected.
If he were on the operating stage... everyone, regardless of whether they were from the Department of Thoracic Surgery, would have the same idea.
Putting himself in his shoes, if he were on stage, the surgery would probably take at least four hours and he might not even be able to do it.
"Prepare to open the diaphragm," Zheng Ren said faintly.
Su Yun nodded. He had already made preparations.
Seeing Zheng Ren as an assistant, he seemed to have a new understanding, and his level of being an assistant had also increased.
He reached out and was about to ask the scrub nurse for long tweezers when Su Yun's cell phone in his pocket rang.
"Chief Dong, help me answer the call," Su Yun said.
"Oh." Dong Jia looked at the surgical field reluctantly. He took out his cell phone from Su Yun's back pocket, picked it up, and put it next to Su Yun's ear.
"Yiren, you're here," Su Yun said.
"I'm on the stage with the boss. I'll get someone to pick you up."
After he said that, Su Yun glanced at Dong Jia.
Dong Jia's heart was filled with grief.
There were more than ten people watching the surgery, and the surgical table was completely surrounded. Because he came early, his position was second-best.
At this time, even if he had to pee, he would hold it in.
Once he went out, he might not even be able to use the footstool when he came back. He would have to stand on a chair to watch.
If the person in front of him made any movements… He could already imagine himself falling down and his head hitting the edge of the sputum aspirator.
Head injury, contusion, and laceration on his scalp, epidural hematoma…
I don't want to go…
Dong Jia's thoughts were just thoughts. He didn't even have the chance to speak before he was defeated under Su Yun's gaze.
Forget it. I should just go and pick him up obediently.
"Brother Yun, is that a thoracic surgeon or a general surgeon?" Dong Jia turned around and was about to leave when he casually asked.
"What are you thinking about?" Su Yun pinched a piece of tissue with a pair of long tweezers to expose Zheng Ren's surgical field. He
said, "It's the boss's scrub nurse from operative view."
Everyone was speechless.
The air in the operating theater was as quiet as death.
Was this the standard configuration of a Nobel Prize candidate? As an interventional surgeon, he did not only perform general surgery and thoracic surgery, but he also had to bring his own assistant on stage.
He could tolerate all that, but he even had to bring his own damn scrub nurse…
Many of the big shots in 912 were envious.
There were some people who brought their assistants and scrub nurses when they went out for freelance surgeries, but that would be bullying outsiders. In 912, who would dare to do such a thing?
When this person appeared in front of them, they were supposed to denounce him passionately. However, when they saw the surgery in front of them, everyone fell silent.
It was an indisputable fact that the scrub nurses could not keep up with the pace of the rare surgery in the operating theater.
However, would it be enough if they switched to a specialized scrub nurse?
Dong Jia was stunned for a moment. He kept quiet obediently and squeezed out of the crowd.
As soon as he moved, the position he stood in was immediately filled up.
"Chief Dong, remember to inform the head matron of the operating theater." Su Yun's voice came from the crowd.
"Okay." Dong Jia wanted to cry but had no tears.
Why did such a difficult matter fall on his head again? How should he tell the head matron of the operating theater? Could it be that the scrub nurse under him could not keep up with the rhythm, and the surgeon brought his own scrub nurse?
That would be asking for a beating. He would be beaten black and blue. That was a small matter. He was afraid that when he went for surgery in the future, he would be met with rolling eyes.
No, he had to shift the blame for this kind of thing. At the very least, it had to be someone at the level of a chief.
Dong Jia was someone who knew what to do. He instantly got a grasp of the situation. He knew very well what should and should not be done.
He walked out of the operating theater and opened the door. A 22-year-old girl stood at the door. Her long hair fell on her plain white clothes. She was elegant, beautiful, and gentle.
Uh…
Dong Jia was stunned.
It was one thing to have a scrub nurse. That was still tolerable. Why did he find such a goddess-like girl to be a scrub nurse? That was too much!
However, he was only stunned for a second before he revealed a smile and asked, "May I ask if you are Xie Yiren?"
"Hello, I am Xie Yiren," Xie Yiren said with a smile.
As her smile bloomed, Dong Jia felt that the cold operating theater was filled with flowers.
This time, it was not just envy and jealousy. Faint hatred emerged.
His molars creaked as he ground his teeth.
"What did you say?" When Xie Yiren heard the voice, she thought Dong Jia was talking.
"Uh... No, please come in," Dong Jia quickly said, "This is the women's changing room. I don't know what it's like inside. I've never entered it before... This is the key. If you need anything, please let me know."
"Okay."
"The operating theater is in six hands. It's a hybrid operating table. I'll wait for you at the door." Dong Jia was especially talkative, much more than usual.
Xie Yiren smiled sweetly and nodded. She took the key and entered the changing room.
It would be great if he had such a beautiful scrub nurse... just like an overbearing president who needed a beautiful secretary by his side.
The thoughts in Dong Jia's mind started to run wild.
However, despite the human mind frequently fantasizing, it would soon return to reality.
The exclusive scrub nurse, a species that was even rarer than pandas... Dong Jia could forget about it for the rest of her life.
If his own chief didn't even have one, how could he have one?
Sigh, Boss Zheng was really lucky. Dong Jia did not leave. Instead, he stood at the door of the changing room and waited for Xie Yiren to change her clothes before bringing her in.
After a few minutes, Xie Yiren changed her clothes and walked out.
Dong Jia suppressed the chaotic thoughts in his heart and said, "This way."
"What surgery?" Xie Yiren asked.
"Hepatic hydatidosis. It invaded the right kidney, right lung, pericardium, and inferior vena cava," Dong Jia said, "It's already proceeding to the pericardium."
"Oh," Xie Yiren replied calmly.
"Have you worked as a scrub nurse?" Dong Jia asked in surprise.
That was the first time he had seen such a rare disease. How could this young nurse Xie Yiren have seen it before? It couldn't be.
"No," Xie Yiren said, "But it's not difficult to pass whatever Zheng Ren wants to use."
Dong Jia was speechless.
"I just need to know what he's thinking and be a little faster than him," Xie Yiren said matter-of-factly.
Dong Jia broke down upon hearing that.
Dong Jia had never heard of what Xie Yiren said before. However, it was very easy to understand. The literal meaning was enough.
That was to understand the various behaviors and habits of the surgeon. Look at the operating field to determine what the surgeon needed and then prepare the equipment half a step ahead of time?
Just what kind of tacit understanding did they have…
Those words must not be heard by the other chief directors. Who would not want to be that kind of soul-bound assistant? However, if every chief director asked the operating theater's matron for that scrub nurse, the operating theater would collapse.
'This is a special case. This is a special case. It's the privilege of a Nobel Prize candidate,' Dong Jia kept repeating internally to brainwash himself.
Chapter 775 - Like Drinking Nectar
'He was a candidate for the Nobel Prize, so it is only right for him to have a soul as a scrub nurse. When would I be able to reach this stage...'
'Forget it, I cannot even independently host the national level scientific research.'
For scientific research of the doctoral thesis, the teacher brought his own name. He did not even have enough national-level scientific research, yet he still wanted to win a prize?
'Wasn't that nonsense?'
What was Soul Stage? It was right in front of him, but it was far away.
He was silent as he brought Xie Yiren to the hybrid operating room.
The moment he entered, Dong Jia saw that Su Yun was packing up the sterile surgical dr.a.p.es. Was the thoracic surgery done? So fast?
How was the adhesion on the pericardium resolved?
Although he was not a thoracic surgeon, Dong Jia felt that he had missed out on 100 million yuan.
"Xie Yiren is here," Su Yun said as he glanced at Xie Yiren.
Xie Yiren nodded, but her gaze passed through the crowd and landed on Zheng Ren.
Zheng Ren narrowed his eyes. He looked like he was smiling and was a little apologetic.
"May I know who is from the Vascular Department?" Zheng Ren asked.
"I am Mao Chi from the Vascular Department," Chief Mao from the Vascular Department stepped forward and said.
"The patient's hepatic hydatid worm has invaded the left and caudal lobes of the liver. Part of it is located between the portal vein and the inferior vena cava. Part of it is growing downward due to external pressure, and it has invaded part of the inferior vena cava. You and the General Surgery Department will need to perform the surgery together," Zheng Ren said.
"Okay." Chief Mao had long understood the procedure of the surgery.
After the thoracic surgery, it was time for him to perform the surgery himself. Moreover, it was a joint operation with general surgery, so it was quite difficult.
"First, we will remove the left lobe of the liver to reveal the extent of the invasion of the caudate lobe echinococcosis. We will
cut open the junction between the occupying area and the right liver. Without blocking the inferior vena cava, we will remove the tumor and part of the anterior wall of the inferior vena cava and reconstruct the inferior vena cava." Zheng Ren looked straight into chief Mao's eyes, magnanimous and confident.
"Are you preparing for the surgery for the Upper Vascular Department or the surgery of the General Surgery Department?" Chief Mao suddenly asked.
"Both of you," Zheng Ren said. "The left lobe of the liver, the total caudate lobe, the part of the inferior vena cava, the reconstruction of the inferior vena cava, and the cholecystectomy. I can act as an assistant and assist you and Professor Yang in the surgery."
'This...' Chief Mao and Professor Yang looked at each other. Neither of them said anything.
One person acting as the assistant of two surgeries? How could they do that?
The patient changed his position again, and a few surgeons went to scrub in. Chairman Dong and Professor Yang whispered a few words to each other. Professor Yang was very helpless, but he was here to help. If he offended someone, he could only say it himself. He had to pinch his nose and admit it.
He took out his phone and walked out before he could scrub his hands. He went to communicate with the matron of the operating theater.
After a few minutes, he walked in with a pale face and said, "Chief Zheng, your nurse should scrub in then please come on stage."
Dong Jia gave him a thumbs up in his heart. Professor Yang was really good. He could even handle such a matter!
However, looking at his expression, he did not know how much scolding he had received.
However, everything was worth it. To be able to see the goddess-like scrub nurse supporting the stage, even if he was scolded, it was worth it.
Because of the two departments' combined surgery, the head and legs were each equipped with a scrub nurse.
After nearly four hours of surgery, they had finally reached this step.
The air in the operating theater was stagnant, as if a major medical incident had occurred. No one spoke. Only the scrub nurse and the circulating nurse were counting the sounds of lightly tapping the equipment.
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