Chapter 1116: 1087 Double-Hand Double Operation (Silver Alliance Yunjiang Misty Extra Update 4)

Su Yun finished scrubbing his hands and hurriedly went to lay out the surgical drape.

According to his thinking, it would definitely be a thoracoabdominal incision. Whether it was Zheng Ren or himself, performing the surgery alone would still be possible.

Although that wouldn't be perfect, there are no extra doctors now, so it's impossible to put Director Miao on the operating table and wait ten minutes.

An inch of time is an inch of gold; now is the time when gold can't buy an inch of time.

Let's do it first.

We'll know the specifics once we open it up.

"Su Yun, lay out the femoral artery puncture set." Zheng Ren's voice came from the scrubbing area.

Su Yun paused for a moment; the voice was full of a weathered tone, as if that youthful young man had turned white-haired overnight.

Moreover, why lay out the set for an interventional procedure now? What are we supposed to do? Shouldn't we be doing a thoracotomy and laparotomy for exploration?

Although surprised and puzzled, at this critical moment Su Yun didn't insist; he chose to trust Zheng Ren's judgment.

Xie Yiren ran in, and while Su Yun laid out the sheets as fast as he could, he told Xie Yiren: "Yiren, go watch the boss's instruments in the disinfection room and bring them up in half an hour."

If we can buy half an hour, Director Miao likely has a chance to survive.

Hoping for a miracle, Su Yun also began to pray in his heart.

Xie Yiren glanced at Su Yun, saw Zheng Ren entering with his hand raised, nodded, and turned to leave.

Lao He was still under anesthesia on that side; Zheng Ren finished scrubbing, put on his sterile gown while walking to the operating table, his clothes not yet neatly on, he donned sterile gloves, went straight to the table, and said in a deep voice: "Start stepping on the line in 42 seconds; those inside go put on lead clothing."

He said only that, then shoved Su Yun, who was laying out the sheets, aside with his shoulder.

Xie Yiren followed behind Zheng Ren, half-squatting to tie the straps of his sterile gown.

Su Yun paused; the boss's approach was also too rough, unlike usual.

In many emergency rescues, the two have coordinated countless times; Zheng Ren may sometimes be urgent, but he has always been calm, even slightly aloof.

This time, something seemed different.

It wasn't that he wasn't calm; rather, his tone carried an unquestionable air, completely not a discussion but a command.

"I'll go put on clothes!" Su Yun shouted, then quickly ran out.

Lao He paused, then also ran out, picked up a lead gown and put it on. Su Yun was troubled; he scrubbed his hands as fast as possible, and when he returned to the operating room, the airtight lead door had just closed.

Afterwards, he saw Zheng Ren manipulating two guidewires with both hands, watching the screen while operating.

His fingers lightly kneaded and rubbed.

The two guidewires differed in thickness.

The two guidewires differed in frequency.

"Good grief..." Su Yun felt as if struck by lightning on his head, utterly astonished.

"Double-hand double manipulation—this technique had never existed before; not only is it unrecorded in books, but no one had even imagined it."

"In Heidelberg, the dual-operator technique was already unimaginable enough; but that was still within Su Yun's imagination, and within Zheng Ren's technical capability."

"Yet getting one femoral artery to accommodate two guidewires, while the two guidewires simultaneously do different things to achieve different therapeutic goals—what the hell kind of human feat is this?!"

Although astonished, Su Yun didn't pause; he could see from Zheng Ren's tone, gaze, and the procedure before him how urgent the situation was.

Was there still room, leeway... or even necessity for rescue?

In Su Yun's view, the chance of a successful rescue was slim; but no matter how slim, it still had to be done—no need to question that.

Having put on his clothes, Su Yun quickly stood to Zheng Ren's right, both hands steadying the two guidewires, needing no reminder from Zheng Ren.

Zheng Ren felt relieved; performing surgery outside, having Su Yun this guy, indeed reliable. In the system space, he could never get the surgery above 95% success, precisely because he lacked an assistant.

This technique is incredibly difficult; even if one crossed the divide between mortals and gods to become a peak-level operator, Zheng Ren still couldn't accomplish it.

Fortunately,

there is an assistant.

Zheng Ren let out a breath of relief, yet his hands' operation didn't pause. On the screen, the two guidewires began entering different arteries respectively.

One went straight up the iliac trunk into the lower end of the abdominal aorta, then rapidly upward to the position of the thoracic aorta.

The other guidewire began super-selective entry into the hepatic artery, reaching the artery supplying the left liver.

Su Yun stared dumbfounded; this really isn't human operation. Not to mention the operation itself, he had to hold the two guidewires steady, keep them from moving, yet not interfere with Zheng Ren's manipulation—all of which felt somewhat difficult.

"Stent?" Su Yun asked.

"Thoracic aortic stent, hepatic artery embolization." Zheng Ren's voice was deep, low and distant, like the heart sound during pericardial tamponade.

Su Yun rarely opened the intercom, shouting loudly to tell the outside what materials Zheng Ren needed.

The head nurse sprinted over, her shoes flying off, carrying the supplies Zheng Ren wanted plus other possibly needed items, rushing in headlong.

Opening the stent package, Su Yun caught it in one hand, tore open the sterile bag, and threaded the stent onto the thick guidewire's end.

The stent entered quickly; Su Yun watched dazedly as one stent raced from the femoral artery to the external iliac, then to the iliac trunk, into the abdominal aorta, and up to the thoracic aorta.

At the same time, Zheng Ren's left hand had finished super-selecting with the microguidewire. The super-selection site wasn't deep; although there was no contrast, Su Yun could feel that Director Miao's left liver was shattered into a mess.

As the stent deployed, Su Yun had already begun pushing the embolic agent with a syringe.

After Zheng Ren finished, he stopped stepping on the line, opened the airtight lead door, and stepped down from the table.

"Yiren!" Zheng Ren's voice eased a little; the timing was just right, three minutes. Looking at the ECG monitor, Director Miao's breathing, heart rate, pulse still...

Although unstable, as long as they were present, Zheng Ren felt reassured.

"Here!" came Xie Yiren's voice from the distant disinfection room.

"Scrub in, get on the table." Zheng Ren was overbearing, completely disregarding the feelings of the operating room instrument nurse.

Today's Zheng Ren really is somewhat different.

Seeing Zheng Ren ask the operating room instrument nurse for a pair of oval forceps to start disinfecting, removing the syringe, pulling out the microguidewire and catheter, partially wrapping with gauze, and there being no table. He didn't want to waste scrubbing time, tore off his sterile gown and began laying out the sheets. Zheng Ren disinfected while Su Yun laid out the sheets; time had been squeezed to the extreme.

Lao He, off to the side, also stared dumbfounded. All the operations could be described as dazzling. But that was his own confusion; the two people on the operating table knew exactly what they were doing.

To say this is wrong, but sterile technique basically ensures it. If one really wanted to nitpick like finding bones in an egg, one could point out flaws. But...

It actually can still do this!

By the way, just now Zheng Lao Ban operated with both hands—what on earth is going on?