Chapter 1361 Slow Man (1)

Zhao Yunlong was very self-conscious and had no idea of ​​a trickster.

Although he claims to be the strongest hospital manager in 912, and he has enough qualifications to lead the group after 3 years, Zhao Yunlong knows how well Boss Zheng has performed the operation.

It is really unlikely that this patient will be taken down by himself, at most 40%.

On the other hand, the second-line Professor Zhang, whose academic level is higher than the practical level, has almost no chance of winning the operation.

He is also the kind of person who knows.

After all, human energy is limited, and even if you only face one branch of discipline, it is difficult to understand without exhausting your whole life.

As for the simple and honest Mr. Zheng on the opposite side, it was a special case.

Even Mr. Zheng only performed surgery and left all academic issues to Su Yun, and the two cooperated tacitly.

Seeing that he had begun to wander, Professor Zhang found two masks and put them on.

The three-layer sterile mask can also smell the thick and rich smell. As if the black-yellow pus was under the nose, he breathed slightly, and the smell of mustard generally rushed directly from the nose to the forehead.

Taking a look at the surgery area, Professor Zhang felt a sense of happiness in his heart.

It’s still because he has a high level, he has already anticipated the situation inside, and he is unwilling to open it without saying anything.

The entire mediastinum was sticky and messy, and the visceral pleura had been eroded and leaked, and a lung repair would be done in a while.

It's a little thing...

On the side of the aorta, the thick pus moss did not dare to be cleaned at all, and a sticky pile stood on the aortic wall.

With the beating of the heart, the pus moss also flickered up and down, indicating that the wall of the aorta was already thin, and it exuded that stench.

Dumbfounded, Professor Zhang glanced proudly at Zheng Ren on the operating table.

If you don't listen to the old man's words, you will suffer in front of you.

Even if you repair the lungs and clean the abscess cavity, what about the aorta?

Just leave it like that?

Surgery is the same as no surgery!

Don't think that having a layer of aortic stents is all right.

He thought of it with schadenfreude.

Can everything be fine with the medical office covering it? Bullshit!

Young people, if you walk smoothly, you think you can go to heaven. Look, don't you have to fall back? !

He looked at the operation area, and only small scissors less than 5cm long touched the pus moss adhered to the aortic wall. With a "slip" of his hand, the purulent moss of about 3cm was cut open.

"Slow down!" Professor Zhang shouted in a deep voice from behind.

"Ah?" Zheng Ren was stunned for a moment, then looked up at Professor Zhang, "Professor Zhang, what's wrong? Why slow down?"

"Surgery, slow down, I don't know what's going on next." Professor Zhang felt his heart pounding.

At that moment just now, he subconsciously wanted to take a step back.

In his imagination, the aorta is estimated to rupture, and then the sky will rain blood.

Only, none of this happened.

"Oh, it's alright." Zheng Ren lowered his head again, looked at the operation area with a microscope, and continued the operation.

The scissors and hemostats are very small, not to hold, but to feel.

Even so, it was still moving quickly. Small pliers and scissors flew up and down, and Professor Zhang was dazzled.

He knows that it's not how fast the action is, but the preciseness of the operation. But the equipment is too small, I haven't worn glasses yet...

Really, just kindly reminded him, why didn't he appreciate it?

Slip out 3cm all at once, what should I do if I break the aorta? He was lucky just now, and he won't have such good luck in the future.

Zhao Yunlong couldn't keep up with Zheng Ren's rhythm, especially when he entered the stage of microsurgery, Su Yun gradually took over the assistant's work.

The operation was carried out with difficulty, and a layer of pus moss was peeled off from the aortic wall, and the muscular layer of the aorta could be vaguely seen.

The more Professor Zhang looked, the more frightened he became.

If it is neurosurgery, it is not enough to use a microscope. Thoracic surgery, when he first started working, was known for his slashes.

Whether it's an incision, surgical field, instruments, or something else.

It would be very tiring to peel off like this, Professor Zhang guessed.

Suddenly, Professor Zhang saw that the hemostatic forceps seemed to have a misoperation, clamping the muscle layer of the aorta...

"Slow down!" Professor Zhang said subconsciously.

"Unhappy." This time Zheng Ren didn't even lift his head, and said directly: "Do it step by step, and the operation can't be rushed."

Professor Zhang wiped his eyes, and it turned out that there was a small piece of pus residue, which Zheng Ren used hemostatic forceps to clamp away from the outer wall of the exposed blood vessel.

Really confident, still young, with good eyes. If it is myself, I feel that the strength will be great when I twist it with my fingers.

"Old Zhang, are you turning into a slow man?" Lao He said with a laugh.

"..." Professor Zhang burst into tears, not sure if it was smoked or something.

I can't speak any more, and I watch it honestly, Professor Zhang thought to himself.

He is good at teaching, and what he usually talks about is textbook-like operations.

But now he suddenly had an idea in his heart that the operation in front of him was a textbook-like operation.

Won't! Absolutely impossible!

Professor Zhang "corrected" the wrong thoughts in his heart and blinked his glasses hard to make himself see more clearly.

"Mr. Zheng, it's a bit quick to separate here." Zhao Yunlong said worriedly when he saw the blunt scissors in Zheng Ren's hand and began to open his mouth without hesitation.

"Fortunately, the hardness of the tissue below is enough on CT." Zheng Ren tapped Zhao Yunlong's hemostatic forceps, "Keep up with the forceps, and try to keep the force as small as possible. By the way, do you have artificial blood vessels?"

"Uh..." Zhao Yunlong had a bad premonition in his heart.

This section of the aorta is like a section of water pipe, corroded by strong acid-like thick juice, and it is about to rot.

If it is a water pipe, the best way is to replace it with a new one, which is an artificial blood vessel. However, this is the human aorta, after all, it is not a matter of changing.

If the blood vessel is replaced, the difficulty level of the operation is directly changed from A to S.

In that case, it would be better to do this operation together with Su Yun. The reason why he asked Zheng Ren to remove the stent was because Zhao Yunlong wanted to try his best not to replace the artificial blood vessel.

"It's ready... Mr. Zheng, do you want to change?" Zhao Yunlong asked.

"Prepare first, there may be problems with the following dissociation. If something happens, block it directly and replace the blood vessel."

"Extracorporeal circulation is not ready..."

"It's done in 2 minutes, it won't have much impact. Su Yun, you and Lao Zhao will be responsible for the anastomosis of the upper blood vessels, and I will do the lower end anastomosis."

"Boss, why are you the same as explaining the funeral?" Su Yun's sterile clothes were brand new, standing on the operating table, out of place.

"What's the worst plan? I still have to do it." Zheng Ren continued to wander.

Professor Zhang listened to the speeches of several people on the operating table, and his spirit was immediately lifted.

The operation has reached the most difficult position, it should be... At this time, he can no longer judge what steps the operation has reached.

This is an unconventional operation. Although every step is classic and standard like a textbook, he still can't understand it.