"Boss Zheng, how are we going to do the surgery today?" Lao He asked with a smile.
"Let's try it first. If we can get under the shelf, the operation will be over. If it doesn't work, we will have to undergo general surgery. When the time comes, we will assist." Zheng Rendao.
Zheng Ren and Lao He were chatting. The patient's tracheal intubation had been inserted, connected to the ventilator, and the general anesthesia went smoothly. Don't worry, he can already brush his hands.
At this time, a tall and thin doctor walked in.
The isolation gown was already bulky, and the tall and thin doctor was hanging around in it. This is a rough old man who is not afraid of being exposed.
"Boss Zheng, thank you very much for what happened that day." The tall and thin doctor came to Zheng Ren and said politely.
Zheng Ren was stunned for a moment, wondering if he knew him
Might be the wrong person.
It would be great if Su Yun was here. No one who has met him will forget him. Zheng Ren felt a little regretful and brought Su Yun up. It is estimated that he had already chatted with this person by this time, and then he could judge who it was from clues.
This way, no one is embarrassed.
The tall and thin doctor smiled and said: "Boss Zheng, this is Feng Jianguo from the General Surgery Department. This is our first meeting. You helped us place a stent last time. I think you still have an impression."
Uh... That's it. Zheng Ren quickly smiled and said, "Oh, Professor Feng, nice to meet you."
"The patient's surgery has been completed. It is very clean and there is no fistula. He is waiting for the second-stage anastomosis." Professor Feng said, "Thanks to Boss Zheng for this."
Lao He listened to the conversation between the two, frowned, and said: "Lao Feng, your surgery is performed in the interventional operating room. If you change to a large surgical operating room, I'm afraid the head nurse will scold you every time she sees you."
"There's nothing you can do about it. You have to do what you have to do." Professor Feng didn't care. It was normal for everyone to complain. If something really happens, no one will give up.
Are fecal removal operations rarely performed in major surgical operating rooms
"Boss Zheng, I've seen the film. It's very difficult. If the stent can't go in, what should we do next?" Professor Feng didn't shy away from it. He just said nice words, but the patient was lying there, and even nice words couldn't cure the disease.
In everything, it is better to communicate first.
"Anything is fine. Mark it with Meilan first. If you can find it, it's the best. If you can't find it, you can only embolize it and wait for the intestinal necrosis." Zheng Ren said.
This kind of surgery, Meilan mark, should be super selected.
Otherwise, super-selected medicine will be injected into the superior mesenteric artery, and the result will be blue, without even knowing that there is an arterial dissection in that blood vessel.
Boss Zheng said he was very confident, and he estimated that the Super Selection would be no problem.
Professor Feng made a judgment.
Seeing that the anesthesia was coming to an end, Professor Rudolf Wagner came out to wash his hands and prepare for disinfection. Zheng Ren said: "Professor Feng, I'm going to wash my hands."
Professor Feng nodded, said nothing, and watched Zheng Ren turn around and leave.
"Boss Zheng, let me find violin music for you." Lao He said loudly.
"Okay." Zheng Ren replied nonchalantly.
Lao He was wearing a lead garment. This was an interventional surgery under general anesthesia, and the anesthesiologist had to follow him, so he also wore a lead garment. Hearing what Zheng Ren said, he explained a few words to his assistant and happily went to find the downloaded music.
The operating room was built relatively early. Although the sound system is good, it does not have Bluetooth and can only plug in a USB disk.
Boss Zheng has a preference for the violin, and he is probably also a good player, Lao He thought to himself.
Go to the duty room on the sixth floor, open the cabinet, take out the USB flash drive, and Lao He immediately returns to the operation room.
The airtight lead door has been closed, and the assistant is watching inside. Lao He glanced at the ECG monitoring screen in the operation room. All vital signs were stable and nothing was wrong.
He plugged in the USB flash drive, clicked it and started looking for the downloaded violin music.
"Lao He, what are you doing?" Professor Feng asked.
"Boss Zheng likes to listen to music when he is undergoing surgery. Isn't this some music for him to relax?" Lao He said.
"Are you sure?" Professor Feng asked in surprise.
"Two nights ago, I went to the emergency department for porcelain gallbladder surgery. Boss Zheng was very meticulous in dissociating the gallbladder. By the way, I sent the surgery video to Xinglin Garden. Have you seen it?" Lao He raised his head, glared at Professor Feng, and expressed to express his dissatisfaction.
It's your first time meeting Boss Zheng. Why do you ask me? I'm not sure.
I found Tchaikovsky's Violin Concerto in D major, and Lao He was going to play it again. Last time I watched Boss Zheng perform the blunt separation of the gallbladder, the final rhythm seemed to be in harmony with the beat of the music. It was called beautiful.
I wonder if Boss Zheng can perform interventional surgery as spectacularly as he did last time.
"Old Feng, it's a pity that you didn't read it." Lao He found Tchaikovsky's Violin Concerto in D major and introduced it to Professor Feng, "Boss Zheng's general surgery is better than yours."
Anyway, it was a chat in the operating room. Everyone was half-truthful and half-false. It didn’t matter if it was a bit exaggerated. Lao He was not afraid of Professor Feng’s anger.
But Professor Feng did not speak.
Lao He was stunned for a moment. He couldn't be really angry. Ordinarily, Lao Feng's temper wouldn't be that bad.
Just as he was thinking about it, the airtight lead door opened and the equipment nurse walked in.
This is…
"Lao He, the operation is over, you don't need to play music anymore." Professor Feng patted Lao He on the shoulder and said.
"..." Old He was stunned for a moment.
After turning on the stage, I went downstairs, picked up the USB flash drive, and came up to chat for a while.
Ordinarily, at this point, it should have just been super-selected. How could the surgery be over
"Don't make trouble." Lao He laughed and said, "Are you angry because I said your surgery is not as good as Boss Zheng's?"
"Whoever is making trouble with you should hurry up and give the patient some medicine." Professor Feng said.
"The anesthesia is quite good."
"The operation is over. Wake up quickly and we'll go down." Professor Feng said.
Lao He was really stunned and took a look inside. Zheng Ren had already turned around and stepped off the stage. The tall German professor was applying pressure on the puncture point to stop the bleeding after the operation.
Mom, are you really done
Lao He didn't bother to play Tchaikovsky's Violin Concerto in D major and ran in quickly and asked: "Boss Zheng, did the operation go well?"
This question was a bit glib, but Zheng Ren didn't think anything of it.
"It went well, I guess there will be no problems after the operation." Zheng Ren smiled, tore off the sterile clothes and threw them into the medical waste bin.
"Why so fast?" Lao He said in surprise.
"It's okay. Go in, take off the stand, open it, and it's over." Zheng Ren didn't care. He had long forgotten about playing music.
The little lady is not here either, so I am listening to some violin music.
Tchaikovsky Violin Concerto in D major, Zheng Ren doesn’t even know what a concerto is, he doesn’t have that kind of elegance.
Lao He stared blankly at the screen opposite the surgeon, which showed the final scene of the interventional surgery. A covered stent completely covered the damaged blood vessel, and the blood flow was restored to smooth flow.
It's really over, but it's too fast.
Boss Zheng’s level of general surgery is high, and his level of intervention is even higher!