However, Director Lin openly spoke for Boss Zheng, and if he said anything else, he would not be able to get through.
Who would want to offend someone from the medical department if it wasn't a matter of deep hatred
An operation is nothing. If you have an enmity with the medical office and go out to perform knife-throwing, you will be stuck.
He was so interested that he didn't say anything. Instead, he stood behind Zhao Yunlong and looked at the operation carefully to find any faults.
Surgery? Not all doctors can do it, but it’s not easy to find faults.
If there is something wrong, even if it is a little ridicule, I will be very happy.
Well, the incision is fine, but it would be too much to find fault here. The cut is not deep, this is for electric burning.
The electric cautery worked well. During the skin opening process, the bleeding did not exceed 2ml, which is considered good.
The mediastinum was opened, and Professor Zhang was watching the operation with squinted eyes. Suddenly a foul smell suddenly rushed out.
The smell was strong and thick, like a stone hitting Professor Zhang's face with a bang.
Suddenly he felt his nose was sore and tears were about to fall.
Everyone watching the surgery took a step back in unison.
Lin Ge covered his nose and said, "This smells like this! Boss Zheng, do you want to open the chest or the abdomen?"
"There was no way. Some of the food residue entered the mediastinum from the esophagus and stayed there for half a month."
Zheng Ren didn't say yes, but as soon as he explained, Professor Zhang immediately thought of swill.
"Don't use a suction device," Zheng Ren said, then hit Zhao Yunlong's wrist with a hemostatic forceps, "Don't move, I'll do it."
Zhao Yunlong was stunned.
Is it difficult to suck pus
However, he has trust in Zheng Ren. This trust is built on traveling through mountains and rivers, running out of ammunition and food, performing operations one by one in the ruins, and building the wounded one by one.
The sound of squeaking kept sounding, and Professor Zhang immediately felt sick when he heard this sound.
Without looking, you can feel that the pus in the mediastinum must be thick to a certain extent. Otherwise, the suction device would not make such a noisy sound at all.
The next step is probably warm salt water.
Thick liquid may clog the suction device.
"Warm salt water." Zheng Ren said in a muffled voice.
If you wear a mask too much, it's normal for your voice to be muffled.
Sure enough, just as Professor Zhang imagined, as soon as Zheng Ren finished speaking, a basin of warm salt water appeared at hand.
The suction device was put in, and after a few seconds it was finally clear.
Professor Zhang glanced at the pipe out of habit, and saw a lump of black and yellow sticky stuff being washed away with the warm salt water.
The smell was so strong that Professor Zhang almost stood in the corner of the operating room.
Let him show off his strength and encounter such a disgusting operation on stage! Professor Zhang felt a strange pleasure in his heart.
But the people on the operating table didn't move at all. Couldn't they smell it? Professor Zhang was in a daze.
"Boss Zheng, how many layers of masks did you wear today?" Lin Ge came to the operating table, watched the operation, and suddenly noticed something abnormal.
"Hehe." Lao He said with a smile: "Before the show started, Boss Zheng specially reminded us to wear more layers. Boss Zheng seemed to be wearing three layers, and I was wearing five layers, and also used some men's perfume."
"The principle of sterility is no longer necessary." Professor Zhang muttered quietly in the corner.
"Lao Zhang, when you usually go into surgery, I often smell the smell of men's perfume on you. What? You, Lao Zhang, can use it, but we anesthesiologists can't use it?" Lao He directly retorted.
Instrument nurses and anesthesiologists are the most accurate people to evaluate the level of surgeons.
If you can't work, talk less, and no one is trying to make it difficult.
After all, everyone's talents are different, and the level they can reach in the end is also different.
But if the surgery doesn't work well and it's still nothing, that would be quite annoying.
Lao He is an anesthesiologist and is not under Professor Zhang's control, so it is easy to fight him.
There used to be a director in the Department of Orthopedics who was of average skill and would only perform emergency surgeries after ten o'clock.
Every time he takes the stage, it's really full of smoke. Whether it's an anesthetist or a nurse, anyone they meet will say something bad.
Lao He is considered to have a mild temper, but Professor Zhang slapped a whole bunch of people with one sentence, including himself and Boss Zheng.
How good was your surgery? !
"Am I not wearing sterile clothes?" Professor Zhang said sarcastically.
"I sprayed men's perfume on the mask, but I didn't spray the outermost layer." Lao He said directly without thinking.
Professor Zhang stopped talking.
Lao He ignored him and said to Lin Ge: "Director Lin, let me spray some perfume on you."
Ringer wanted to refuse. He was really not used to the smell of men's perfume. But the smell was really unpleasant, so I finally agreed.
Lao He took a look at the vital signs, parameters of the ventilator, and dosage of medicine, then gave an explanation and took Linge to the locker room.
Within a few minutes, the two came back, and Linge felt refreshed.
Zheng Ren carefully coiled the tube of the suction device on his finger, constantly adjusted the suction force, and sucked the edge of the abscess clean.
Near the edge of the aorta, Zheng Ren didn't dare to move at all. Both Su Yun and Zhao Yunlong knew that the wall was thin and they would probably have to dig in a little bit.
Gradually, the edges of the abscess cavity were revealed.
"Boss, this surgery is difficult." Su Yun frowned and said.
"Well, let's do it bit by bit." Zheng Ren said: "The distance between the thoracic aorta and the azygos vein affected by inflammation is a bit long. Well... Lao He, help me put on the microscope."
"Do you really want microdissection?" Zhao Yunlong asked.
"Well, if we peel it off directly, the blood will flow into the room." Zheng Ren turned his head sideways and said, "The stent is not enough, the distance is too long, and some sections under the abscess have almost reached the intima of the aorta. This patient is Here we are, if we delay it at home for one more day, I will probably die on the way."
"Where is the fish bone? Can you see it when it swims away for a while?" Lao He asked.
"Yes, but it probably won't be corroded properly." Zheng Ren said, "Just do it little by little. I can't say how long it will last."
"But fortunately, we have equipment." Su Yun said with emotion when he saw Zheng Ren picking up the smallest hemostatic forceps and blunt scissors.
Zheng Ren also felt the same.
"Yes, I met a patient at the Xilin Town People's Hospital whose lift chair exploded and suffered trauma to the electroplating rod. This kind of rough work can be done with the equipment in Xilin Town. If this patient were to meet in Xilin Town, he would probably be stupid."
"Xilin Town? Boss Zheng, when did you go?" Lao He's glasses almost burst into flames.
"I just came back last night." Zheng Ren said casually.
"What's the matter, Lao He, do you want to go too?" Su Yun glanced at Lao He and asked with a smile.
"That, take me with you if you have the chance, take me with you."
Lao He adjusted the microscope for Zheng Ren, and soon everything was ready.
"Old Zhao, I'm not polite to you, I'm here." Zheng Ren and Zhao Yunlong greeted each other and started the operation.