After getting on the operating table, Zheng Ren asked, "Does the patient have any other medical history before the operation?"
"I have a history of hypertension for 3 years, and no history of diabetes or coronary heart disease. I have a history of smoking for 20 years, and every day..."
"Oh, no need to be so detailed. What about the details? For example, trauma, etc., have you asked?" Zheng Ren asked.
This was the second time Zheng Ren asked. He was afraid that the hospital manager would ignore this important question by saying something casually before.
If he hadn't seen so many adhesions in his abdominal cavity, Zheng Ren wouldn't have asked repeatedly in detail.
The answer was no, and the patient did not report any history of major trauma or other surgeries.
Zheng Ren nodded and looked at the surgery area in a daze.
Director Sun smiled and asked: "Boss Zheng, what are you thinking about? I have been dreaming about you having surgery recently, and now I can see it with my own eyes."
"No, I'm going to figure out how to do the surgery. When the lady comes up, there will be surgical instruments." Zheng Ren said.
"..." Director Sun was speechless.
"..." Mr. Wang was speechless.
Boss Zheng's surgery was good, but his arrogance was getting bigger and bigger. Specialized instrument nurses are not enough, but also specialized surgical instruments
Director Sun's mouth was open under the sterile mask, trying to breathe air like a fish thrown onto the shore.
Under normal circumstances, if the director of surgery wants to perform certain difficult operations, he will inform the head nurse of the operating room in advance and find a specialized nurse to prepare the equipment.
But this requires greeting first, and the head nurse in the operating room may not agree.
If you need special equipment, bring it yourself and let the circulating nurse disinfect it. This is not a big deal.
But what Boss Zheng means is that all the surgical instruments must be replaced with his own
This is a bit much.
Director Sun felt a little uncomfortable. This kid Zheng Ren was still a junior doctor in the opposite ward last year. He couldn't even perform a slightly larger operation.
But the carp leaping over the dragon gate is different.
When I come back for surgery this year, it doesn’t count as a nurse bringing my own instruments. I also have to bring a set of surgical instruments. This is too much.
Do you really think of yourself as an expert? Although it is true from a technical level, but... the surgical instruments in Haicheng City No. 1 Hospital are so unsatisfactory? You can't even do a single operation
You really forgot your roots. Didn't you practice your surgery step by step using these surgical instruments
Mr. Wang also felt that it was a bit much, smiled a little awkwardly, and asked: "Boss Zheng, what kind of equipment is it?"
"There is a complete set of surgical instruments, which are very easy to use." Zheng Ren said: "The operation is relatively difficult. Please wait a moment, the lady will be here soon."
The instrument nurse was not as reserved as Director Sun and Mr. Wang. She smiled and said: "Mr. Zheng, you have become so arrogant after you went to 912. We have also hired professors before, and I have never seen anyone even bring their own surgical instruments."
"Hehe." Zheng Ren smiled.
Nurses in operating rooms generally have aggressive and fiery personalities. Zheng Ren didn't want to provoke these hot girls if it wasn't necessary.
It would be nice if Su Yun came back. Once this happens, Zheng Ren will miss Su Yun very much.
If Su Yun were here, these little nurses would probably be well-behaved and not talk in weird ways.
One by one, Brother Yun, Brother Yun kept shouting.
Zheng Ren said he was sorry, but he didn't want to sit idle on the operating table doing nothing. That would be too hateful.
"Director Sun, let me take a look at the pre-operative CT scan."
"Um."
Director Sun immediately asked the hospital manager to insert the CT film into the reader in the operating room. Zheng Ren put his hands under his armpits and began to read the film.
Still a little careless, I should have read this before going on stage. Zheng Ren took a look at the film and thought to himself. Is it because he has inflated his ego after reaching the peak level of interventional surgery
this is not good.
Zheng Ren secretly warned himself that he must not be careless.
From the movies, there was indeed a substantial space-occupying image in the stomach, but after Zheng Ren reconstructed it, he found that there was no blood flow inside.
Simply put, it is unlikely that this space-occupying lesion is a tumor.
There were errors in the preoperative diagnosis. But Zheng Ren felt there was no need to say this. Accusing Director Sun of misdiagnosis on the operating table was a direct slap in the face. It takes a lot of hatred and hatred to achieve this.
But Director Sun is not very responsible for this mistake. It's such a big space-occupying place, so it looks like it's a tumor. If I hadn't reconstructed it myself, I wouldn't have been able to tell the difference.
But if it’s not a tumor, what is it
Zheng Ren also became curious. This patient's condition became more and more interesting. As long as it's not cancer, the patient's family will probably be filled with gratitude after the surgery, so it won't be particularly stressful.
"Director Sun." Zheng Ren asked, "Is it going to be frozen?"
"Yes." Director Sun said, "Mr. Zheng, what do you think it looks like?"
"Let's take a look after it's done." Zheng Ren said: "You are right, it is unlikely to be cancer."
Director Sun was sweating in his heart. Was his judgment correct? If it was right, I wouldn't have asked someone to look at it. But Mr. Zheng said this to give himself face, and he knew it in his heart.
With that said, Xie Yi came up carrying a sterile bag.
When sterilizing the surgical box, just like sterilizing the surgical bag, there must be two layers of insulating furoshiki on the outside.
The dark green sterile bag was square and looked very strange.
"Sister Liu, I'm here."
"Yiren, you come to set up the table, and I'll go and take a rest." The instrument nurse didn't have any objections to Xie Yiren. She smiled and took the surgical instruments that opened the sterile wrapper and placed them on the instrument table.
The original equipment was not put away, but neatly placed aside.
She was curious, glanced at Zheng Ren, and asked, "Mr. Zheng, can you open it and take a look?"
"Open it and prepare for the operation." Zheng Ren then asked: "My lady, have you brought the surgical blade?"
"Here you go, let's fight on the stage."
Do you even bring your own scalpel? Except for Zheng Ren and Xie Yiren, everyone in the operating room fell silent.
A razor blade tore open the sterile package and hit it on the operating table. Xie Yiren immediately went to clean his hands.
The instrument nurse carefully opened the dark green sterile bag, and a silver-white box appeared in front of her.
The box is not airtight and is designed accordingly according to the operating room disinfection requirements. It just looks very clever, not an eyesore, but looks particularly artistic.
"Boss Zheng, is this box worth some money?" the equipment nurse asked.
"It was given by someone else, I don't know." Zheng Ren said honestly.
The silver-white box shines with the light of future technology under the lights of the operating room, which looks a bit dazzling. The instrument carefully opened the surgical box, and several mezzanines slowly stretched out, which was particularly technological.
Rows of knife handles, hemostats, and retractors are arranged one by one, like weapons waiting for soldiers to pick up and rush to the battlefield.
"Wow." The instrument nurse was impressed by the exquisiteness of the entire set of surgical instruments and exclaimed.