"Boss Zheng, are there any special needs for anesthesia?" the anesthesiologist Lao He asked diligently.
When he saw Zheng Ren come in, he was very excited and always wanted to find a chance to talk to Zheng Ren. But Zheng Ren started the operation directly. He was really a serious doctor. He didn't even chat all day long, Lao He thought to himself.
"As long as it's normal." Zheng Ren sounded familiar, but he just couldn't remember who this person was.
"After the last rescue of malignant hyperthermia, I heard them say that you gave excessive amounts of hyperventilation, and the effect was particularly good. Boss Zheng, you have done a lot of research on anesthesia. Have you ever worked in the ICU?" Lao He said. As usual during surgery, the chat mode was turned on.
Although the gallbladder looks blue and a bit eerie, isn't it because Boss Zheng is there? Although he has never seen Zheng Ren perform surgery, since he is here, Lao He has confidence in him.
If a doctor like Boss Zheng cannot succeed, who is willing to ruin his reputation
Lao He made the analysis from another perspective.
Malignant hyperthermia... Zheng Ren quickly recalled the anesthesiologist who admired him very much when he went to the urology department observation room after the rescue.
His surname seems to be He.
"Play some music?" Zheng Ren didn't dare to ask the person's last name rashly, but said tentatively while operating.
"I knew you would be willing to listen to music during the operation. What do you want to listen to?" Lao He started to get excited.
Boss Zheng didn't even say hello when he came in. He thought Zheng Ren had forgotten him. Although this is also true, Zheng Ren asked about music, which gave Lao He an illusion.
"Yiren, what do you want to hear?" Zheng Ren asked.
"Tchaikovsky Violin Concerto in D major." Xie Yiren said casually while looking at the operating table intently, holding the instruments that Zheng Ren would need at any time.
"Okay." Lao He checked the ventilator and various pumps again. There was nothing to deal with for the time being, so he asked his deputy to take a look, and then turned on the stereo in the operating room.
"Brother Yang, slow down." Zheng Ren said in a small voice.
Professor Yang nodded. He stood on the side of the surgeon and could hardly see the field of surgery, which was very awkward.
An ordinary open cholecystectomy was turned into a minimally invasive surgery by Zheng Ren.
In a small space, the striped forceps loosen the connective tissue around the gallbladder almost in millimeters.
Some tissues are congested and edematous, and some are porcelain due to calcium deposition. Zheng Ren's operations are different in different places.
The pattern forceps and the smallest forceps were used alternately to free the patient, and the operation was carried out very slowly.
"Boss Zheng, you also like the violin. You have a wide range of hobbies." Lao He adjusted the volume to a moderate level, and the operating room finally got rid of the lifelessness.
Zheng Ren glanced at the little girl and could feel her body relaxing a little as Tchaikovsky's Violin Concerto in D major played.
As long as the little girl likes it, Zheng Ren stretched out his hand and said: "A needle holder."
Uh... Professor Yang looked at the surgery area in astonishment. Do we need to suture at this time? impossible! During the process of freeing the surrounding connective tissue, what does Boss Zheng need to hold the needle for
Xie Yiren slapped a needle holder with the smallest suture needle in Zheng Ren's hand.
There is no thread on the needle, and the tip is pointed... inwards.
Professor Yang became confused on the stage.
I have done and seen at least a thousand surgeries, but I have never seen a needle holder like this.
If it were a randomly assigned nurse with equipment, Yang Rui felt that he could fall off the stage at this time!
Throwing the wrong instrument is to throw the wrong instrument directly on the instrument table in front of the instrument nurse to express one's dissatisfaction and the majesty of the surgeon.
What's more serious is that it hits the reader directly.
The sound of the film reader breaking will express your inner extreme dissatisfaction on your behalf. What are you doing? Even the needle on the needle holder can be reversed!
This seems to be Boss Zheng’s girlfriend, so she probably doesn’t know how to curse. But how will Boss Zheng express his dissatisfaction? Or…
Professor Yang was thinking wildly, but Zheng Ren didn't express any opinion. He took the needle holder and started to separate in a small area using the position of the needle eye.
this…
Even the grain-type pliers can't reach in, so a small needle is needed to bluntly separate it? Yang Rui was stunned. What should I do if I break a blood vessel while dissociating? In that kind of position, can Boss Zheng have the skills
Although he was standing in the position of a magician, he couldn't see anything.
Not to mention him, even Zheng Ren had to tilt his head and constantly change the angle to perform blunt separation.
"My assistant, Professor Rudolf Wagner from Heidelberg, Germany, likes to play the violin. When he was in Haicheng, I always heard him hum Tchaikovsky's Violin Concerto in D major." Zheng Ren said casually while performing the operation. What about chatting? As long as you are a doctor, you can chat.
Lao He was amazed, look at Boss Zheng, all his assistants are German professors.
Lao He knew about this, it had already spread throughout the hospital.
Although there was no shortage of foreign professors coming to perform surgeries, lectures, and exchanges during 912, there were no full-time assistants.
Look at the pomp and circumstance. Not only the nurses bring their own equipment on stage, but the assistants are all German professors.
"Lao He, my phone is in my pocket, please help me take it." Professor Yang suddenly said.
"Lao Yang, what's wrong?"
"You're over there, help me record the video." Professor Yang said distressedly: "I don't have a surgical field here, so I still have to write the surgery record."
Lao He glanced at Mr. Dong. There was endless confusion in his eyes, and he couldn't see any technical skills.
The surrounding area of the porcelain gallbladder was completely sticky. Zheng Ren's operations were all within the narrowest range. No one could witness the whole process.
Get off the stage and ask Zheng Ren to write the surgical record? This is a bit unrealistic.
Lao He picked up Yang Rui's phone with a smile and took a look at the battery. 65% should be enough.
"Boss Zheng, do you want to use a headlight?" Lao He came up behind Zheng Ren and saw that Zheng Ren's field of vision was also dark. In this case, I couldn’t see anything even on the video, so I asked.
"Okay, that's troublesome." Zheng Ren said.
It doesn't matter to him, because this operation has been performed hundreds of times in the system operating room!
I know all the details and possible problems.
Including using the eye of a small needle to perform blunt dissection, these are all lessons learned after countless failures and dissections.
But in the system operating room, Zheng Ren didn't think of using a headlamp.
Headlamps are rarely used in general surgery, but are often used in thoracic surgery.
Soon, Lao He brought a public headlamp, placed it on Zheng Ren's head, tried it, and then changed the angle so that the light followed Zheng Ren's field of vision.
Lao He is very skilled at doing this.
As the lights came on, Zheng Ren cursed himself in his mind.
If you remember to use a headlamp in the system operating room, you don't have to fumble in the dark. In that case, some of the surgical training time can be saved.
Now, surgical training time is being wasted.
Zheng Ren immediately dismissed the distracting thoughts and began to concentrate on the operation.
In the cheerful, lively and youthful melody of Tchaikovsky's Violin Concerto in D major, the speed of the operation gradually became faster.