This is not for human use at all!
The money most doctors earn in their lifetime is not enough to buy this box of equipment. Not to mention a box of equipment, I couldn't even afford the rows of hemostatic forceps.
Director Ma Liangma swallowed and walked away from the sterile table. It was quiet, for fear of disturbing the 200 square meters of finely decorated house in the third ring road.
He came to the side of Director Jin's head and began to watch the operation.
When viewed directly with the naked eye, the surgeon and his assistant seemed to be motionless, as if they were both sculptures.
Only his hands were making subtle movements, and Ma Liang couldn't see clearly what he was doing.
It is rare to use microsurgery to break down and free the adhesions of tumor tissue.
But Ma Liang had seen it before, in the surgery live broadcast room.
What you can see in the Xinglinyuan surgical live broadcast room is the surgeon's field of vision, which is far clearer than what you can see from the best viewing platform next to the operating table.
While looking at the two pairs of almost "motionless" hands, he sketched the movements on their hands.
But Ma Liang just thought about it. The stability of his eyes and hands could no longer support him to perform such a delicate operation.
Dean Li also watched the operation, standing behind Su Yun. But after watching it for less than a minute, I felt a little confused.
You can't even see any movement, what's so interesting about it.
Looking around, even Professor Zhan from the Imperial Capital looked confused.
Professor Zhan was very careful, for fear of affecting the operation, he did not dare to move the hand that pulled the hook.
The tension in the internal organs was very high, so it was difficult to maintain stability, but Professor Zhan worked hard to maintain one movement and was extremely cautious.
Of all the people around, only Director Ma Liangma watched with great interest, as if he could understand! Dean Li noticed this.
"Director Ma." Dean Li said in a deep voice.
Ma Liang was immersed in the level of surgery that he could never reach, roaming as much as he could without hearing Dean Li's greeting.
Seeing that Ma Liang didn't speak, he suddenly became unhappy.
"Director Ma!" Dean Li called again, already a little impatient.
Ma Liang still didn't respond, and the anesthesiologist standing next to him quickly kicked Director Ma under the operating table.
"Why are you kicking me?" Ma Liang "woke up" after being kicked. He was still looking at the operation and complained.
"The director is calling you!" the anesthesiologist reminded in a low voice.
Uh... Ma Liang was excited for a moment, glanced at Dean Li, and immediately walked over.
Dean Li has left the operating table and is sitting on a small round stool in the corner.
"Dean, what's wrong?" Ma Liang asked.
"How far has the operation gone?" Dean Li asked.
"Uh, Dean, I don't understand."
Dean Li was startled. He couldn't understand why you were so intoxicated!
He glanced at Director Ma dissatisfied.
"I watched Boss Zheng perform microsurgery in the surgery live broadcast room. His level of skill was beyond the sky!" Ma Liang couldn't help but go off topic again as he spoke.
Dean Li frowned.
Ma Liang realized that he was wrong and quickly smiled and said: "The operation was too high-end and too detailed. I really don't know how far it has gone. It's probably... maybe... maybe... it's almost finished."
"Yeah." Dean Li was also helpless.
"But I think Lao Jin can save his life." Ma Liang said.
"oh?"
"Boss Zheng's surgeries have never failed." Ma Liang was like a little fan girl, looking for every opportunity to exaggerate Boss Zheng's surgeries.
"How is that possible!" Dean Li said disdainfully. This goes against his understanding of the entire world. Surgery never fails? That's not scientific!
"Dean, you don't know." Speaking of Boss Zheng, Ma Liang was in high spirits, as if he was sitting at the wine table gossiping, completely ignoring Dean Li's increasingly ugly expression.
"It is said that Boss Zheng's latest emergency treatment was at the King's Hospital in the UK, which is the best hospital in the world for liver transplantation. The second-stage aortic arch replacement surgery was completely sticky, and Boss Zheng used microsurgery to perform it. Come down."
"Also, the last emergency surgery that was broadcast live should have been on 912. In the ward, there was an emergency thoracotomy, upper body extracorporeal membrane lung, and emergency neurosurgery for moyamoya disease bypass surgery. If I were ten years younger, I would definitely go for that surgery. Go to Boss Zheng and ask to be his student."
"Furthermore, a young doctor in a border town suddenly suffered a heart attack. Boss Zheng remotely directed him to perform surgery and dissolve thrombosis himself. Boss Zheng flew over overnight and performed heart stent surgery on him."
Dean Li does not study business, he does not watch live broadcasts of surgeries, and few people mention it to him.
Now when he heard Director Ma Liangma say this, he was immediately shocked.
Whether the operation is good or not is one thing. No matter how much these surgical dogs brag, it only matters that much.
But one last thing...
"Give yourself thrombolysis? What's going on?" Dean Li also forgot about his displeasure and started gossiping.
Ma Liang suddenly became elated and began to talk about the emergency live broadcast that lasted for more than ten hours that day.
On the operating table, Professor Zhan was sweating.
Pulling the hook is also a labor of love.
The organs in the abdominal cavity are relatively fine. The most difficult thing is the orthopedic surgery on the thigh. Even if you are not a strong young man, you will not be able to carry it.
But even with the abdominal organs, Professor Zhan has reached his limit.
I really can’t pull the hook!
For twenty minutes, he was motionless and would have made anyone tremble.
But the surgeon and his assistant were carrying microscopes and were doing the most detailed operations.
Professor Zhan knows the importance of depth and weight, and he is afraid that if he moves this side, it will affect the operation of the surgeon.
If you accidentally pull it, the inferior vena cava will be torn again.
"Boss Zheng." Professor Zhan felt that he had reached his limit and could only whisper.
"Huh?" Zheng Ren lowered his head, still dissociating the outer membrane of the inferior vena cava, and just snorted with his nose.
"This side of me... can I change my hand shape?" Professor Zhan said.
"If you are capable, you can't even pull the hook. That is to say, my boss has a good temper, but if he has a bad temper, he will smash the hemostatic forceps directly on your face." Su Yun did not raise his head, but his harsh tone did not change.
Professor Zhan complained in his heart.
"Let someone else pull the hook, thank you for your hard work, Professor Zhan." Zheng Ren said.
"Boss Zheng, there is no need to change people, there is no need to change people." How could Professor Zhan be willing to see such a good location for the operation
Although he couldn't see anything, he could vaguely guess Boss Zheng's intention. For a surgery of this level, the closer you are, the more involved you will be.
"Oh, the operation will take about 4 hours. Can you hold on?" Zheng Ren didn't care and said calmly while doing the operation.
Professor Zhan was stupid, let alone 4 hours, even 4 minutes was enough for him.