After checking the extracorporeal circulation machine, Lao He looked at the stunned anesthesiologist from the International Hospital. He felt happy but had no expression on his face.
"Here, find a player." He took out a USB flash drive from the pocket of his isolation suit and handed it to the anesthesiologist here.
"Teacher... this is..." The anesthesiologist here was stunned by the orderly, busy and unhurried preparation process for the operation.
Anyone who works in the medical field knows what it means to make careful and meticulous preparations after this group of people comes in.
This is so professional!
What does it mean to be professional
Their level is as high as the sky!
It's nothing if you can perform surgery in your own hospital with confidence. When you go to a strange place, there are many things you don’t know how to handle, so being able to find replacements at will is your skill!
Now, this very old anesthesiologist took out the USB flash drive. Could it be that this is some kind of secret weapon
Lao He smiled slightly, said nothing, and continued to check the types of drugs on the anesthesia list, the concentration of the drugs, and the speed of administration.
The young anesthesiologist held the USB flash drive and was filled with excitement.
The awesome anesthetist from 912 must have given the USB flash drive to him before the operation, which contained secrets about the operation!
As long as the operating room is slightly higher grade, there will be audio playback equipment, especially the hybrid operating room.
In smaller hospitals, there is no such thing as a hybrid operating room. It's just that the hybrid operating room of the international hospital can't perform many operations throughout the year.
The young anesthesiologist inserted the USB flash drive with a sacred feeling in his heart and turned on the computer.
There is only one file in the USB flash drive. Click to open it.
The singing of good luck immediately came from the operating room.
Fold a paper crane and tie a red ribbon, wishing kind people good luck every day...
I'll go... The little anesthesiologist was dumbfounded.
What the hell is this? Want it to be a little more earthy
It is tradition to play songs in the operating room. Of course, many doctors don't like noise and prefer silence.
When it comes to singing, the older generation likes red songs. A small bamboo raft walking in the river is quite impassioned.
But what the hell is this, is good luck coming
"Lao He, you've gone too far!" Su Yun shouted, "You go out for surgery, and you still play this crappy song!"
"Brother Yun, please don't introduce me. Boss Zheng likes it." Lao He said with a playful smile. Others took Su Yun seriously, but Lao He didn't think so.
The medical team has only one leader, and that is Boss Zheng. As long as he flatters Boss Zheng, it doesn't matter what other people think.
Besides, it’s just a song, why bother being serious
He just said it with a playful smile, leaving Su Yun with nowhere to display his martial arts.
"Boss, take care of it!" Su Yun shouted while checking the equipment needed for the operation with Xie Yiren.
"We're watching a movie, don't make any noise." Zheng Ren put his left hand under his right armpit, held his chin with his right hand, and carefully looked at the patient's lung CT film taken before surgery.
"Ultrasonic scalpel?" Su Yun asked, counting the instruments.
"Keep a spare."
"There is no octopus." Su Yun said.
"It's okay, you don't need to be fixed, you can keep dancing." Zheng Ren said nonchalantly.
Su Yun didn't speak this time.
He knew very well how high the technical level would be if he wanted to suture the heart without fixing it.
But it was still coronary artery surgery. Suturing the heart and beating continuously... Su Yun himself was only 70% sure.
Is this guy's surgical skills so high? Su Yun was a little surprised.
My heart was slightly confused, but at this time, the song of good luck still passed through the eardrums to the brain regardless of the cost.
Su Yun glanced at Lao He and smiled bitterly in his heart.
Lao He is probably determined to be with his boss for the rest of his life.
But come to think of it, for such a big matter as Director Mao, the boss turned against the wind and made a comeback despite the pressure of the whole hospital, smoothing all the troubles for Lao He.
As long as there is a wink, bowing down and bowing is the only option, is there any need to think about it
Su Yun breathed a sigh of relief. The black hair on his forehead was pressed into the sterile cap and could not float.
"Preparations for anesthesia and lifting and circulation are complete, Boss Zheng." Lao He said subsequently.
"The surgical instruments are ready." Xie Yi said, and then began to check the number with the operating room nurse here.
"Boss, I disinfected it." Su Yun shouted. He wanted to use his own voice to drown out the song of good luck.
But the singing seemed to have strong penetrating power. No matter what, I could hear it clearly.
"Okay." Zheng Ren said solemnly.
After disinfecting and laying out sterile sheets, Zheng Ren went to wash his hands and went on stage.
He didn't ask what Director Mao had told him before the operation. These were not his responsibility. In the system operating room, Zheng Ren also tried interventional surgery to remove the large frame.
But even if Zheng Ren's level of interventional surgery reaches the peak level, he can't do this at all.
A position of the large frame is stuck in the fossa ovale, which cannot be solved by changing the angle of the interventional guidewire.
Zheng Ren came to this conclusion after dissecting the experimental subjects.
Fortunately, the success rate of thoracotomy was 100%, and the completion rate of the operation was 100%, but Zheng Ren was not worried.
The buzzing sound of the sternum saw echoed in the operating room, and a normal midline incision was made through the sternum into the mediastinum.
"Boss Zheng, how do you intubate?" Lao He asked.
"Ascending aorta, superior vena cava." Zheng Ren answered simply.
Having cooperated with Lao He on two extracorporeal circulation surgeries, Zheng Ren was assured of Lao He's technical level.
The ascending aorta and superior vena cava were cannulated routinely to establish parallel circulation, the heart was not stopped, the right atrium was incised, the inferior vena cava was cuffed and a double-lumen balloon urinary catheter was used to control inferior vena cava bleeding.
The operation process was simple and clear. Mao Chi stood behind Zheng Ren and watched the operation with emotion.
Although it is said that its ambition has declined, in its heyday, when more than a dozen bypass surgeries were performed a day, no one was so sluggish in performing extracorporeal circulation.
How many operations will it take to feed this
Mao Chi sighed in his heart, even if he was gifted, he wouldn't be able to reach this level without having to undergo 180 surgeries.
But with my current mind, where can I find 180 surgeries
"Director, director." Professor Zhang rushed over and saw that the stage was already in session, and he immediately panicked +2.
"Have you finished explaining?" Mao Chi asked without looking back, holding his hands behind his back and watching the operation.
Just like when he was in 912, Mao Chi's aura of a senior director was clearly visible.
"The explanation is over. The patient's family members have strong opinions, but as long as the operation can be successful..." Professor Zhang looked at it with his head tilted.
When he saw only two people standing on the operating table, his heart suddenly sank.
Isn't it nonsense that only two people can undergo heart surgery? !
"There are too few people. It was my negligence. I asked someone from the chest department to help." Professor Zhang did not dare to act recklessly on the operating table. After all, Director Mao was here and it was not his turn to speak.
"No need." A gentle voice said on the operating table, "It will be done soon."
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Note: Above and in the middle, let’s break it off here. The title of the chapter “Secret Weapon” is too good to give up.