The cross-section of the spleen was removed very slowly, at least in Zheng Ren's opinion. He had been controlling his hand speed.
After hundreds of surgical trainings, we know exactly where small arteries are encountered. The capillaries are cauterized to stop bleeding, and the arterioles are cut, separated, clamped, and ligated, all with ease step by step.
Many expressions of astonishment appeared not only on the faces of the people watching, but also on the doctors watching the live broadcast of Xinglinyuan's surgery.
It is important that the surgery is clean because the surgical field means whether abnormal tissue structures will be noticed. By looking at it with your eyes, the possibility of abnormal situations is reduced a lot.
But this technique is too clean.
There were three equipment nurses on the stage, and they worked together very well.
The instrument nurse holds one hand on the big crook and can deliver the instrument accurately. The assistant exposed the surgical field and was so idle that he even smoked the cigarette from the electric heater.
And the magician...how did he do it? How can the surgical field be so clean after transection of the spleen
33 hours before the operation, Xinglinyuan started advertising after receiving official approval from 912.
Many people disagree with this and think it is a hype and an inevitable business behavior before Xinglinyuan goes public.
I am very disdainful of the doctor's success in cooperating with Xinglinyuan's hype about the success of the operation and the patient's life.
There are also some people who come here hoping that the surgery will fail.
No matter what the idea was, the end result was the same. They saw an unparalleled spleen transection operation.
Regardless of whether the operation is successful or unsuccessful, just being able to transect the spleen to this extent can be said to be a top surgeon.
Almost everyone who watches the surgery puts themselves into it. What would happen if you were in the position of a surgeon
They are all veteran doctors with rich clinical and surgical experience. After everyone took the role, they found that their own skills were really not good enough compared with the live broadcast surgeons.
If he had been on the stage in his place, the entire abdominal cavity would have been filled with blood before the surgery could even get to this point. Shu Ye... If there is still blood, it is still a pool of blood. I don't know which blood vessel it came from.
At the Xinglinyuan headquarters, Peng Jia sat seriously in the front row of the large conference room, and the live broadcast of the surgery was playing on the projector.
He was nervous, very nervous. Before watching the live broadcast of the operation, he even took antihypertensive drugs orally and kept nitroglycerin by his side in case of accidents.
This is a very dangerous road. On the one hand, venture capital will make more concessions, and on the other hand, the surgical live broadcast room and Xinglin Garden will suffer heavy losses, resulting in delays or failures in listing.
The porcelain gallbladder surgery was performed by Boss Zheng, which does not necessarily mean that the giant spleen of Gaucher's disease can be successfully removed.
Having already placed the bet, Peng Jia had no other choice but to sit there quietly and watch.
He specially invited an academician specializing in general surgery from Shanghai to watch the live broadcast of the surgery. Peng Jia was afraid that she would not be able to understand the operation, and she was still thinking about success until it failed.
If that happens, I'm afraid I'll have a major heart attack and I don't even know how I died.
At first, Mr. Lin, an academician of the Academy of Engineering, rejected this. In his opinion, the live broadcast of the surgery was too unreliable. But Xinglinyuan still had connections after all, and finally Mr. Lin was invited to watch the operation.
At first, Mr. Lin was very disdainful, but as the operation progressed, Mr. Lin's expression gradually became frozen.
Peng Jia couldn't understand surgery. Although he knew a lot of medical knowledge, he had never had surgery before. He couldn't guess how the surgery, which seemed to go smoothly, went.
Perhaps, the surgery should have gone so smoothly.
But he could see some clues from Mr. Lin's expression.
Mr. Lin was getting older and started dozing off before the operation. But as the operation began, he opened his eyes, and those cloudy eyes never closed again, rarely even blinking, as if he was afraid of missing a certain frame.
As the operation progressed bit by bit, Peng Jia suddenly noticed that Mr. Lin's fingers were trembling slightly.
It’s not Parkinson’s disease. Although Mr. Lin is old, his hands are still very steady. At the age of eighty, he still performs two liver cancer resection surgeries every week.
He is...
Peng Jia had an idea in his mind, but he did not say that Elder Koolin was simulating the surgeon's surgery.
He felt a sense of security on Mr. Lin's expression. It's not that Mr. Lin is at peace, but his heart is at peace.
Even Mr. Lin couldn't help but be immersed in the operation process. There should be nothing to fault about the operation process.
While watching, Mr. Lin suddenly sighed.
Peng Jia's heart suddenly rose to his throat, three coronary arteries contracted instantly, myocardial oxygen supply was insufficient, and he felt pain like pins and needles in his chest and back.
Is this... a heart attack? Peng Jia quickly closed her eyes, not daring to peek at Mr. Lin's expression, or even watching the live broadcast of the surgery. Instead, she calmed down her mind and calmed down her uneasy emotions.
After a few seconds, he felt better.
"Mr. Lin, are you tired?" Peng Jia asked in a low voice.
Mr. Lin shook his head. His hands stopped shaking. He no longer simulated the surgical process. Instead, he leaned into the back of the chair and relaxed.
"Look at this surgery..." Peng Jia asked anxiously.
"The operation has been completed." Mr. Lin's eyes were slightly closed, and there was a hint of relief in his old voice.
Uh... Peng Jia looked back at the screen. The live broadcast of the surgery was still going on. The surgeon seemed to be trimming the yellow omentum.
The operation is still going on. Why did Mr. Lin say it was finished
Peng Jia had an idea in his mind. What Mr. Lin meant was that the most difficult part of the operation was over, and the remaining steps would not be difficult for the surgeon at all.
But he only dared to keep this thought in the deepest part of his heart.
I was afraid that if I asked, my dream would be shattered.
"Xiao Peng, is the surgeon doing the surgery an interventionalist?" Mr. Lin asked slowly, feeling tired.
"He is a doctor with a general background, but now he is engaged in interventional tip surgery and has been nominated for the Nobel Prize." Peng Jia replied.
Mr. Lin stopped talking and closed his eyes to rest. He only occasionally opened his eyes to watch the progress of the surgery.
Thirty-two minutes after Mr. Lin said that the operation was over, Peng Jia saw the live broadcast of the operation and began to flush the abdominal cavity with warm salt water.
After two rinses, the color of the liquid sucked out of the suction device was only slightly reddish blood. If you didn't look carefully, you couldn't find it at all.
The operation was successful, right
"Mr. Lin, do you think the operation was successful?" Until this moment, Peng Jia dared to ask.
"We have already succeeded, and the rest is just finishing work." Mr. Lin said lightly, then stood up, patted Peng Jia on the shoulder, and sighed: "Thirty years ago, if there was this way, In clinical practice, we don’t constantly explore, which leads to some mistakes happening again and again.”