Zhao Yunlong is very conscious and has no thoughts of stealing skills.
Although he is known as the strongest hospital chief in 912 and will be able to lead a team after three years of seniority, Zhao Yunlong knows how good Boss Zheng's surgery is.
The possibility of the patient taking it off by himself is really low, only 40% at most.
As for the second-tier Professor Zhang, whose academic level is higher than his practical level, there is almost no possibility of successfully performing this operation.
He is also the kind of person who knows everything in his mind.
After all, human energy is limited. Even if you only face one branch of subject, it will be difficult to understand it without exhausting your whole life.
As for the honest Mr. Zheng opposite, he is a special case.
Even Mr. Zheng only performed surgeries and left all academic issues to Su Yun. The two of them cooperated in a tacit understanding.
Seeing that he had begun to drift away, Professor Zhang went to find two masks and put them on.
Even with the three-layer sterile mask, you can still smell the thick and rich smell. It was as if black and yellow pus was under the nose. Breathing slightly, the smell of mustard rushed directly from the nose to the forehead.
After taking a look at the surgical area, Professor Zhang felt a sense of joy in his heart.
Still, he was of high skill and had already anticipated the situation inside, so he was unwilling to open it at all.
The entire mediastinum was sticky and messy, and the visceral pleura had been eroded and leaked. Lung repair would be required soon.
It's a small thing...
On one side of the aorta, the thick pus coating did not dare to be cleaned at all, and a sticky pile stood on the aortic wall.
As the heart beats, the purulent coating flashes up and down, indicating that the aorta wall is very thin and exudes a foul smell.
Stunned, 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 the consequences.
Even if you repair the lungs and clean out the abscess cavity, what will happen to the aorta
Just leave it like that
The surgery is the same as no surgery!
Don't think that just having a layer of aortic stent will make it okay.
he thought with gloating.
With medical care, everything will be fine? Nonsense!
Young people think they can go to heaven if they go smoothly. Look, aren’t you going to stumble? !
He looked at the surgical area and saw that the small scissors, which were less than 5cm long, were pointing at the abscess adhering to the aortic wall. With a "slip" of his hand, about 3cm of abscess was cut open.
"Slow down!" Professor Zhang immediately 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 will happen next." Professor Zhang felt his heart pounding.
At that moment, he subconsciously wanted to take a step back.
In his imagination, the aorta would probably rupture, followed by a shower of blood.
But, none of this happened.
"Oh, it's okay." Zheng Ren lowered his head again, looked at the surgical area with the microscope, and continued the operation.
The scissors and hemostats are so small that you can feel them instead of holding them.
Even so, he still acted quickly. The small pliers and scissors were flying up and down, and Professor Zhang was dazzled.
He knew that it wasn't how fast he moved, but how meticulously he performed the surgery. But the equipment is too small, and I don’t wear spectacles yet…
Really, I just reminded him with good intentions, why didn’t he appreciate it
What should I do if I rupture the aorta after slipping out 3cm? He was lucky just now, but he won't have such good luck next time.
Zhao Yunlong could no longer keep up with Zheng Ren's pace, especially when he entered the stage of microsurgery. Su Yun gradually took over the assistant's work.
The operation was carried out with difficulty. A layer of pus was peeled off from the aortic wall, and the muscular layer of the aorta could be vaguely seen.
The more Professor Zhang watched, the more frightened he became.
If it's a neurosurgery, just use a microscope. Thoracic surgery, when he first started working, was known for its drastic measures.
Whether it’s an incision, surgical field, instrument or anything 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 made a mistake and clamped the muscle layer of the aorta...
"Slow down!" Professor Zhang said subconsciously.
"It's not fast." This time Zheng Ren didn't even raise his head and said directly: "Do it step by step. Don't rush the operation."
Professor Zhang wiped his eyes. It turned out that there was a small piece of pus residue, and Zheng Ren used hemostatic forceps to clamp it away from the outer wall of the exposed blood vessel.
So confident, still young and with good eyesight. If it were me, I would feel powerful even if I twisted it with my fingers.
"Lao Zhang, have you turned into a slow man?" Lao He laughed and said.
"..." Professor Zhang burst into tears, not knowing whether he was smoked or something.
He said that he could no longer speak and looked at him honestly, Professor Zhang thought in his heart.
He is good at teaching, and what he usually talks about most is textbook-like operations.
But now he suddenly had an idea in his mind that the operation in front of him was a textbook operation.
Won't! Absolutely impossible!
Professor Zhang "corrected" the wrong idea in his mind and blinked his glasses vigorously to let himself see more clearly.
"Mr. Zheng, the separation here seems a bit fast." Zhao Yunlong said worriedly when he saw the blunt scissors in Zheng Ren's hand and began to open his mouth without hesitation.
"Fortunately, CT shows that the underlying tissue is hard enough." Zheng Ren tapped Zhao Yunlong's hemostatic forceps, "Follow the forceps and use as little force as possible. By the way, do you have artificial blood vessels?"
"Uh..." Zhao Yunlong had a bad feeling in his heart.
This section of the aorta is like a section of water pipe, which has been corroded by strong acid-like thick juice and 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. But this is the human aorta, after all, it cannot be replaced just by asking.
If the blood vessel is replaced, the difficulty level of the operation will directly change from level A to level S.
In that case, it would be better to do this surgery with Su Yun. The reason why he asked Zheng Ren to remove the stent was because Zhao Yunlong wanted to avoid replacing artificial blood vessels as much as possible.
"Ready... Mr. Zheng, do you want to change?" Zhao Yunlong asked.
"Be prepared first, there may be problems with the loose blood below. If something happens, just block it and replace the blood vessel."
"Extracorporeal circulation is not prepared..."
"It will be done in 2 minutes, and the impact will not be big. Su Yun, when the time comes, you and Lao Zhao will be responsible for the anastomosis of the upper blood vessels, and I will do the lower anastomosis."
"Boss, why are you acting like you're going to announce your funeral arrangements?" Su Yun was wearing a brand new sterile gown, and he looked out of place standing on the operating table.
"Worst plan, we still have to do it." Zheng Ren continued to wander.
Professor Zhang was immediately refreshed as he listened to the conversations of several people on the operating table.
The operation had reached the most difficult part, probably... At this time, he could no longer tell what steps the operation had taken.
This was an unconventional surgery. Although every step was as classic and standard as a textbook, he still couldn't understand it.