The patient was sent to a room that had been simply disinfected. Zheng Ren was a little confused. If according to the old thinking, surgery would be regarded as seeing blood. Master Yan is a master of folk customs. Isn't there any taboo
But Master Yan didn't say anything, so Zheng Ren just pretended that he didn't know.
"Boss Zheng, I am Qiu Zhongyun, director of the Anesthesiology Department of the First Affiliated Hospital of Tiannan Medical University." Yan Changsen introduced to Zheng Ren.
Director Qiu finally saw Boss Zheng this time. He greeted him politely and bent his waist slightly to express his respect.
"Director Qiu, you're welcome," Zheng Ren said, "Actually, local anesthesia can also be done, but it's best if you come here, so hurry up and prepare for epidural anesthesia."
Although Zheng Ren spoke politely, he had no intention of chatting with Director Qiu. After putting on a hat and mask, he asked Master Yan to prepare warm water for hand washing and disinfection, and put on the sterile clothes brought by Director Qiu.
As the dark green sterile gown was put on, an old house that had gone through many years was transformed into an operating room, filled with the smell of modern technology.
"The lights are a bit dim." Su Yun said, "I really miss the shadowless lamp."
"You've never been transferred to an emergency room?"
"Boss, are there lights in the emergency department? We can't bring a flashlight to illuminate this surgery. There must be shadows. We have to overcome this situation ourselves."
After Director Qiu finished anesthesia, he and Su Yun, who was wearing a three-layer mask, positioned the patient. He didn't understand why the assistant around Boss Zheng wore a three-layer mask. Could it be that this was a standard feature of the Nobel Prize
Nor can it! Boss Zheng, like ordinary doctors, only wore a mask.
Director Qiu was very understanding. He just said hello and didn't say much from then on. Looking at the patient's sacrococcygeal bulge, it looks a bit like a K-wire. Who knows, it will become clear once you open it and take a look.
The door was closed tightly, and Zheng Ren stood in the position of the surgeon. He did not reach out and wait for the lady to pat the lancet into his palm, but said directly: "Knife, gauze."
"Bipolar electric cautery, adjust the power." Su Yun pressed the electrocoagulation button, and a beeping sound sounded.
Zheng Ren waited for the power adjustment to be completed, then raised the knife and made a direct incision of about 15cm on the patient's sacrococcyx.
The blood flowed out and was wiped with sterile gauze. Su Yun then started electrocoagulation to stop the bleeding.
Cut layer by layer, and soon the Kirschner wire was exposed.
"Uh... It's really a Kirschner needle!" Director Qiu subconsciously said in surprise when he saw the Kirschner needle with his own eyes. How did you "swim" from such a far away location? !
"Are you sure? Otherwise." Su Yun said casually while assisting Zheng Ren in freeing.
Director Qiu was still somewhat unaccustomed to Su Yun's way of speaking, and he felt a little unhappy. If a young doctor talked to me like this, he would have been kicked to an unknown corner by himself if he were in the first attached hospital.
However, Director Qiu Zhongyun immediately thought of the Feng Shui master at the foot of the mountain standing guarding in the wind, and wisely thought that he should not cause any conflicts.
"This is Dr. Su, right? You and Boss Zheng are really young." Director Qiu said pleasantly, "When I was your age, I was still doing anesthesia in the operating room without seeing the sun every day. It's a bit wrong. , I was scolded by the director so badly."
"Huh?" Su Yun glanced at Director Qiu from the corner of his eye, then smiled and said: "Director Qiu, you are too polite. It's okay, it's a minor surgery, don't worry."
"By the way, aren't you and Boss Zheng an interventional doctor?" Director Qiu vaguely remembered that Boss Zheng seemed to have something to do with live broadcasting of surgeries, but he couldn't tell that face to face. If he said the wrong thing, he would offend the person completely. It would be better to pretend. It's better not to know.
"There are no pure interventional doctors. They all became monks and changed careers." Su Yundao said, "I am a cardiothoracic surgeon, and my boss is a general surgeon."
"So how long have you been doing intervention?"
"So far, it seems to be less than a year."
"..." Director Qiu was stunned. One year, Nobel Prize? This is simply a fantasy.
"You two are really young and promising." Director Qiu said with emotion.
Just as Su Yung was about to speak, the hemostatic forceps in his hand vibrated, and then he heard a "pop" sound.
"Concentrate on the surgery." Zheng Ren said in a deep voice without squinting.
"Boss, you are too serious." Su Yun didn't care and said with a smile: "Director Qiu, don't you watch the live broadcast of Xinglinyuan's surgery? The boss has done a lot of chest and abdominal surgeries. Boss, we took advantage this time , the cost of this operation is more than the cost of giving lectures for a year."
Su Yun's thinking was rather jumpy and his speech was a little incoherent.
"The adhesion is very severe. Be careful and the bleeding should not exceed a piece of gauze." Zheng Ren continued to perform blunt dissection.
"I know, it won't happen. Take a Kirschner needle. If there is a lot of bleeding, it will be shameless." Su Yun said, but his hands were not slow, and the sound of electric heating kept sounding, like The soundtrack is the same.
Director Qiu was fascinated.
Veteran anesthesiologists have their own standards for surgical judgment and evaluation, and are even more objective and fair than many surgeons.
This was the first time he had witnessed Boss Zheng perform an operation with his own eyes. The operation...how to say, it could be said to simplify the complex.
What are you most afraid of about surgery? We are not afraid of bigness or complexity, but we are afraid of adhesion. It was so sticky that there wasn't even a surgical field, so the surgery couldn't be done at all. God knows if there is a blood vessel in an adherent connective tissue. Once it bleeds, the forceps in your hand will loosen and you won’t be able to find it.
Director Qiu has seen many severe surgeries for adhesions. The intestines were stuck together in lumps, and the lungs and pleura were so sticky that if they were torn apart, a hole would form. Similar surgeries were impossible to perform.
The same is true for the surgery in front of me. The surrounding area of the Kirschner wire has been wrapped by connective tissue, and the adhesions have become severely organized.
But Boss Zheng has hemostatic pliers in one hand and blunt scissors in the other. His movements are not fancy, and can even be said to be too simple. No matter how difficult the place is, it's just a blur, with no difficulty at all.
Su Yun held the electric cautery and hemostatic forceps in his hands to stop the bleeding, and the two of them cooperated perfectly.
Free, release, and stop bleeding in one go. The operation was 1/3 done, and there was only a little red blood stain on the sterile gauze at Zheng Ren's hand. Like plum blossoms in the white snow, scattered on the snow.
It would be nonsense to say that there was no bleeding, but every capillary would be burned out and clotted immediately, and there would be no large-scale bleeding at all.
The surgery was done really well, Director Qiu said with emotion. In the past, I occasionally heard people say that they watched Boss Zheng perform surgery in the live broadcast room of Xinglin Garden and how good the surgery was. At that time, I didn't think anything of it.
But only by watching it live can you truly appreciate the awesomeness of Boss Zheng’s surgery.
Director Qiu was actually influenced by foreign objects. From the moment he went up the mountain, he subconsciously put himself down.