Zheng Ren's operation was not fast, but it was not slow either.
Lao He watched Boss Zheng's technique intently and sighed in his heart, it was really awesome. Although it has been proven countless times that Boss Zheng is awesome, it seems that he has no limit at all.
Autologous liver transplantation can be done, and even the intestinal tract of this soft tofu can be processed so well.
What else is there to say
"Lao He, please change the music." Professor Feng said: "Last time I had an operation all night, and I listened to the good luck all night, and it made me sick."
"Let's just listen to it." Lao He didn't even raise his eyelids, "The song that Boss Zheng ordered was changed just like that?"
Feng Jianguo was speechless.
Boss Zheng... He didn't seem to listen at all, he was concentrating on the operation. Only those who pull hooks by themselves need music to relieve their fatigue.
"Old Feng, you should watch the operation carefully and learn more from Boss Zheng." Lao He said with a smile: "If Boss Zheng comes for anesthesia, I will be the little doctor and learn step by step. Look at you, what is this? manner."
Feng Jianguo couldn't laugh or cry. Is there still something wrong with his attitude? Don’t you respect Boss Zheng enough? Call him for help as soon as possible.
Boss Zheng knows anesthesia? They are not at all...
Suddenly, Professor Feng remembered that the anesthesiology department rescued a patient with malignant hyperthermia not long ago.
Boss Zheng happened to go take a look at that time and directed the rescue on the spot. Even Director Xu of the anesthesiology department squatted on the ground and looked at the urine bag.
md, what kind of aura is this? !
Putting aside whether it would happen or not, Feng Jianguo was certain that even if he was present at the time and was familiar with the diagnosis and treatment of malignant hyperthermia, he would not dare to yell at Director Xu to squat on the ground and observe the urine output.
Are you saying that Boss Zheng doesn’t know how to anesthetize
joke!
If Boss Zheng had never studied anesthesia, how could he be so familiar with malignant hyperthermia, the most difficult problem in the anesthesiology department
If he didn't know how to anesthetize and still wanted to learn about malignant hyperthermia, wouldn't he be full of food
What Lao He said does make some sense.
After thinking about it, even the good luck of looping playback seems to be less noisy.
Yes, the picture is a good start.
Focusing on the field of surgery, Boss Zheng is loosening the connective tissue in the intestines bit by bit. Not to mention myself, even Director Wei has basically no work to do.
Professor Feng smiled bitterly, maybe he would give up his position as a surgeon to Boss Zheng next time.
Director Wei, isn't he just occupying something
It seemed that Director Wei heard Professor Feng's sarcastic voice. It seemed that he was not willing to be lonely. He took advantage of Zheng Ren's time to change the instrument and clamped it down with large tweezers.
"Director Wei, be gentle." Zheng Ren said softly.
"Yeah." Director Wei nodded.
This is not the first time Zheng Ren has said this. It seems that he has been saying this since he opened the peritoneum.
Although Director Wei was a little bit critical of Zheng Ren's caution, he still obeyed and reduced the intensity, and tentatively moved in.
The connective tissue is very hard, and you can tell by touching it that the intestines are more tender than the softest tofu. It is no exaggeration to say that it can be broken by a bomb.
He didn't force it. The operation was not something he could do just because of his bravery.
If it weren't for Boss Zheng, he could be shut down now, Director Wei thought to himself.
"Boss Zheng, how did you loosen it?" Director Wei withdrew his finger and asked.
"Little by little, the intensity should be small." Zheng Ren said.
"Uh...that's not what I meant." Director Wei sighed.
"Oh, the outside of the inner membrane of the connective tissue should be free along this line without touching the outer membrane of the intestine." Zheng Ren said: "That's basically it."
Free connective tissue lateral to the intima? That is, the side of the intestine that is adjacent to the connective tissue...
In other words, Boss Zheng is not freeing the intestines, but breaking down the cocoon.
Director Wei was speechless.
Can you still do this
You can still do this!
But even if he knew the principle, Director Wei couldn't do it.
This kind of surgery cannot be solved by experience and requires a deep understanding of the anatomy and connective tissue structure.
That alone is not enough, you also need to be bold, careful and steady.
If I were in my prime between thirty-five and forty, I might still be able to give it a try. But now that I am over fifty-five, some surgeries simply cannot be completed.
Director Wei is a little disappointed, and no one can overcome it because of his age.
He was somewhat envious of the energetic, yet mature and steady Boss Zheng in front of him.
At a slightly immature age, Boss Zheng has already raised his surgical level to an astonishing level. When he reaches maturity in the future, I don’t know where he will go.
People with such talent are really enviable.
The operation was proceeding in an orderly manner, and Zheng Ren just gave a few brief explanations to Quan Xiaocao behind him. As the operation progressed, he became silent, concentrating on freeing and breaking down the adhesive tissue in the intestines.
No distractions.
This operation can really be described as stripping off the cocoon.
Generally speaking, in common abdominal cocoon, this white connective tissue wraps around the intestines like an egg shell. There are even reported cases of abdominal cocoon, in which only part of the intestine is wrapped.
Part of the intestinal tract is wrapped, and the operation can even be completed by rough intestinal incision without any need to peel off the cocoon.
But the patient in front of me does not fall into these two situations.
The intestines in the surgical area are completely wrapped, and there are countless fiber cords inside.
Director Wei thinks it’s time to write a case report on this kind of abdominal cocoon syndrome. And it’s only because of case reports that it’s in The Lancet.
Because it's too difficult to do.
"Old Feng, how long does it take?" Lao He checked the anesthesia equipment and prepared to replenish the anesthetic.
Feng Jianguo hesitated for a moment and looked up at Zheng Ren.
"The operation will take a long time, please continue to administer the medicine." Zheng Ren said solemnly: "We will finish the operation in a while, and we will have to come to the gynecologist to remove the ovaries."
"..." Director Wei was stunned.
"..." Feng Jianguo was also stunned.
Lao He agreed neatly and began to replenish the anesthetic drugs.
"Boss Zheng, is there something wrong with your ovaries?" Feng Jianguo asked in surprise.
"Yes, I just saw inflammation in the ovaries, which is very serious." Zheng Ren said.
"When did you see it?"
"Fourteen minutes ago, when Director Wei used a large retractor to pull the patient's right abdominal wall, he took a look." Zheng Ren said while performing the operation.
Uh... This is too exaggerated.
Didn't you say that the operation couldn't be done? You didn't even see that there was anything wrong with the ovaries
Feng Jianguo felt a bit bitter in his mouth. He turned his head and changed his angle, trying to see the patient's pelvic cavity.
But at this moment, the big retractor is not there, and the surgical field is completely covered, so you really can't see anything.
"Boss Zheng, when will the gynecologist come up?"
"Wait... the surgeon with the highest level of gynecology, please call him to prepare." Zheng Ren said: "It will take us two hours to finish everything."