"Boss Zheng, are these surgical instruments?" Mr. Wang asked in surprise.
He thought Zheng Ren was trying to be cool, but he didn't expect him to be really cool.
These instruments are so beautiful and precise. As long as a doctor with some surgical experience can tell that they must be customized surgical instruments, they must be particularly easy to use.
Director Sun was dumbfounded. As soon as he took a look at these instruments, he knew they were expensive ones. He didn't even dare to think about it.
With Zheng Ren's income, he definitely couldn't afford this kind of equipment, so it was given as a gift by others.
"Mr. Zheng, which manufacturer is so generous?" Director Sun swallowed and asked.
He thought it was a gift from the manufacturer, and if he had the opportunity to meet a salesperson from this manufacturer, he would ask for a set of such surgical instruments.
Let's not talk about whether it is easy to use or not. Being able to bring surgical instruments to the stage like Mr. Zheng is a status symbol.
But speaking of city people, they really know how to play!
Tsk tsk, Mr. Zheng went to the imperial capital and learned badly.
Mr. Zheng, who used to be so honest and simple, has now learned to show off. Even though I said that, I was really greedy when I looked at it.
"It's not from the manufacturer." Zheng Ren watched Xie Yiren wash his hands, get dressed and go on stage. He stretched out his hand and took the hemostatic forceps and blunt scissors in his hand. He replied: "When I went to the Mayo Clinic a few days ago, Dr. Charles Given to me."
"Mayo Clinic?"
"Dr. Charles?"
Director Sun and Mr. Wang have obviously different concerns.
Director Sun was stunned for a moment, and then he realized what the point of the matter was. The Dr. Charles that Mr. Zheng was talking about... sounds strange. Who is that
He gave Mr. Wang a questioning look.
"Charles Moore was once known as the world's strongest surgeon. Later he engaged in basic research and won the Nobel Prize in Biology and Medicine for his nucleic acid project." Mr. Wang said.
Director Sun was speechless.
Nobel Prize winners are so far away from me, as if the distance between heaven and earth.
"Boss Zheng, you are awesome." Mr. Wang said softly.
"It's surgery, pay attention to the surgical field." Zheng Ren clicked the retractor in Mr. Wang's hand and whispered.
Mr. Wang came to his senses and held a light retractor in his hand, exposing his technique to Zheng Ren.
Blunt scissors and hemostatic forceps perform blunt separation simply and clearly, and the technique is not complicated, even slightly simple.
The abdominal cavity, which seemed to be so severely adhesions that no normal anatomy could be found, became clearer little by little under the somewhat simple hemostats and blunt scissors.
The blood vessels should be ligated and sutured cleanly and neatly.
Mr. Wang has no time to think about anything else. It is not enough to go all out as an assistant to Boss Zheng. There was only one thought in his mind. It seemed that only this set of surgical instruments could be worthy of Boss Zheng.
Just like some small blood vessels, it is difficult to clamp with ordinary hemostatic forceps. A section of connective tissue needs to be freed and then exposed to achieve the purpose. And the hemostatic forceps in Zheng Ren's hand were inserted directly, and with a single pinch, even the thinnest blood vessels were tightly clamped.
It's just... Mr. Wang wondered why Zheng Ren didn't dissociate from the stomach wall, but moved up. When he saw that ten minutes later, the adhesions in the abdominal cavity were broken down and a broken gallbladder appeared in front of everyone, Mr. Wang understood.
"Boss Zheng, is the gallbladder perforated and the gallstones fell out?" Mr. Wang asked.
"I guess so." Zheng Ren did not continue to dissociate the gallbladder area, but turned downwards and began to dissociate the adhesions near the stomach wall and remove the tumor.
Director Sun didn't understand it at all. He had never seen such a situation before and was immediately confused.
As a doctor who has been engaged in clinical work for 20 to 30 years, it is a bit excessive to be unable to even read. Director Sun felt that his face was a little red, and the light retractor felt as heavy as a stone.
But in front of Mr. Zheng, there is no need to be too polite. In the past, when Mr. Zheng was still in the emergency department, he had already given up. Director Sun sighed and turned very happy.
Fortunately, he gave in early, and Liu Tianxing was not so lucky.
I heard that after Liu Tianxing underwent interventional surgery for liver cancer, the tumor was not under control and was growing rapidly. That's liver cancer, the king of cancers. It's estimated that Lao Liu won't last long.
Countless thoughts appeared in Director Sun's mind like a lantern.
Mr. Zheng really surprised me too much. It seemed that he had changed after not seeing each other for a while...
Just as he was thinking about it, the crisp sound of Dang Dang interrupted Director Sun's thoughts.
"Director Sun, please help me here." Zheng Ren's voice came softly.
Uh... I'm in the middle of surgery, why am I distracted. Director Sun quickly observed the surgery field. The surgical area that was originally a mess of adhesions is now clean, and the "tumor" on the stomach wall has also begun to show its outline.
Zheng Ren made a gesture with the hemostatic forceps in his hand, signaling Director Sun to pull it here.
Director Sun felt ashamed. If he couldn't even pull the retractor well, he could really retire.
He concentrated on retracting the hook and watching the operation, and the operation speed was a little faster.
After a few minutes, the "tumor" was basically completely peeled off and appeared in the surgical field.
It's time for a resection, right? Should I do a major gastrectomy or something else? Director Sun tried to put his thoughts into the practitioner.
But Zheng Ren's steady surgical movements suddenly stopped.
He looked at the "tumor" on the stomach wall and seemed to hesitate.
"Boss Zheng?" Mr. Wang asked.
"I suspect that the gallbladder was perforated and the stones fell on the stomach wall, forming a package." Zheng Rendao.
This judgment is a bit bold, but it is not impossible. Mr. Wang hesitated for a moment and did not interfere with Zheng Ren's thoughts. He just watched silently.
Mr. Wang knew what Zheng Ren was thinking.
The condition has been basically clear, and all that remains is judgment.
A surgical method that causes minimal damage to the patient is to cut open the surrounding tissue outside the stomach wall, remove the stones, and send them for pathology.
However, once the judgment is misjudged, or the local tissue is repeatedly stimulated and becomes cancerous, this operation will cause implantation and metastasis, resulting in the patient's tumor becoming uncontrollable.
However, if we follow the surgical procedure for gastric cancer resection, such as subtotal gastrectomy, it is safe to do so and it will be easier to explain to the patient’s family, but the patient’s quality of life after surgery will be greatly affected.
The subtle choice between these is difficult to make.
Mr. Wang still prefers the latter, after all, the risk is minimal if he does this.
Not only are the medical risks, but the risks to patients are also much smaller.
Everything has advantages and disadvantages. This choice of technique may be the method that Mr. Wang can think of that has the least disadvantages and the greatest benefits.
The operating room was silent, and every minute and every second was so painful.
After nearly three minutes, Zheng Ren made up his mind and said: "Mr. Wang, I want to try free resection. Please be careful not to contaminate the surgical area by retracting the hook."
Mr. Wang breathed a sigh of relief. No matter what the decision was, as long as someone made it, it would be fine.