Chapter 1210: 1176 Typhoon Not Good (30500 extra chapter ×18 seeking monthly tickets)

1176 Typhoon Not Good (30500 extra chapter ×18 seeking monthly tickets)

"Hmm..." Zheng Ren thought for a moment, then nodded.

"Boss, then I'll withdraw the tube." Su Yun said.

"Withdraw it then." Zheng Ren turned and stepped down, tore off the sterile gown, and asked, "Did you notify Yi Ren's side?"

"Disinfection might still take a while." Su Yun said.

From pushing the patient to gastroenterology surgery until now, at most it's been over twenty minutes; how could disinfection be that fast?

Zheng Ren said nothing, went to scrub his hands, put on fresh clothes, then returned and stood in the first assistant's position.

"Director Wei, you're here." Zheng Ren instinctively reached out, but his hand was empty.

"Hemostatic forceps, blunt scissors." Zheng Ren said softly.

The instrument nurse slapped the two items into Zheng Ren's palm with a bit too much force; he held them in his hand, feeling somewhat awkward.

Whether it was the instruments or the person handing them over.

But he didn't speak; instead, he used the hemostatic forceps to begin assisting Director Wei with blunt dissection.

Since the bleeding had already stopped, the surgery didn't need to be rushed. After suctioning the blood clean, the messy pelvic cavity was revealed before Zheng Ren and Director Wei.

An unfamiliar anatomical structure—this is what surgeons fear most.

Why does an appendectomy sometimes take three to five hours? It's because of anatomical variations in the anatomy; opening McBurney's point, the appendix doesn't obediently pop out.

A textbook-standard operation, something everyone knows and can do. Likewise, it's also what everyone most looks forward to.

When the abdominal cavity is opened and the anatomical structure is typical, like in an anatomy atlas, simply following the prescribed steps to complete the surgery is a wonderful thing.

As for this patient right now, he might be the most special case among special situations. All surgeons who encounter him can only furrow their brows and grit their teeth to push through.

The anatomy in the lower abdomen and pelvic cavity looks chaotic, with no trace of normal anatomy. Even if a surgeon had been fed by countless anatomy teachers, they'd probably still get the creeps.

Where should we even start operating? Director Wei stared for a moment, then immediately calmed down.

At this moment, he felt especially grateful to Zheng Ren.

If it weren't for Boss Zheng first using interventional means to embolize and stop the bleeding point, I wouldn't have so much time to take it slow now.

But to go in with a big knife... with such a chaotic tissue structure, you can't speed up even if you want to. Plus, pools of blood float in the operating field; the suction device removes as much as it can, only for fresh blood to keep welling up, making the whole surgical process maddening.

Director Wei steadied his mind; he was used to using large tweezers, not the hemostatic forceps that Zheng Ren preferred.

For surgeons, there is a difference between tweezers and forceps, but one still follows personal habit. It's like the debate between sweet-tooth and salty-tooth factions—there's no right or wrong, only habit.

The tweezers clamped a piece of connective tissue, the scissors in his hand were about to test it, when nearby another segment of connective tissue was lifted by the hemostatic forceps, the position was just right; if the blunt scissors didn't cut, Director Wei would feel sorry for himself.

Dissection, layer upon layer, seemingly endless.

Yet Director Wei grew happier the more he did; this surgery was really smooth. If he hadn't known Boss Zheng's skill was super high, he'd definitely think his own ability had surged.

Operating with Boss Zheng is really refreshing; it looks like from now on I'll often invite him to join me, to recapture this long-lost feeling.

Director Wei was overjoyed; although the surgery was difficult, its progress was faster than he could have imagined.

With his left hand, the tweezers gripped a piece of connective tissue; with his right hand, he flicked the blunt scissors into a flourish, held it in his palm, then his right index finger began to feel downward.

This is a method often used by gastroenterology surgeons.

For intestinal adhesions, using blunt scissors risks damaging the tissue; more often, one uses fingers to separate directly. When encountering severely adhesive spots, one then uses blunt scissors.

This set of techniques, Director Wei handles with ease.

But...

Just as his finger reached down, before it even touched the connective tissue...

With a soft "pop," a sharp pain shot through Director Wei's wrist.

"What are you doing?!" Director Wei exclaimed in surprise.

After saying that, he realized it was Boss Zheng wielding the hemostatic forceps, striking directly onto his radial styloid process.

Uh... this is way too over the top, do you think this is an interventional teaching surgery?

Although Director Wei didn't get angry, he was also somewhat displeased.

Professor Feng and the others standing behind were stunned. Boss Zheng so crisply delivered a blow with the hemostatic forceps onto Director Wei's radial styloid; that sound seemed still to echo and swirl in his ears.

What kind of situation is this?

Ye Qingqiu also froze, wondering, "Is Boss Zheng's typhoon really that bad?" But even if the typhoon is bad, one should still stand in the surgeon's position before losing temper.

This Boss Zheng is really young and reckless.

"Sorry, Director Wei." Zheng Ren apologized lightly.

Hmm, is that all? You finally know you're just an assistant? Director Wei wanted to respond magnanimously, but his right radial styloid kept sending waves of pain.

He snorted and said nothing.

"The past couple days you used my set of instruments, then switched to ordinary ones, and didn't control the force well—does it hurt a bit?" Zheng Ren said.

I go... Professor Feng watching the surgery almost had his eyeballs scared out.

Is this really provoking someone face-to-face on the operating table? Boss Zheng usually looks mild-mannered, and he even helped me do the intestinal stent surgery that everyone wants; why does his temper flare up so much when teamed with Director Wei?

Su Yun was somewhat surprised; he knows Zheng Ren best. This coward, when did he start talking back on the operating table?

There must be a problem; otherwise this wouldn't happen.

He glanced over; there was nothing special in the operating field—what on earth is going on?

"Director Wei, as I told you, go slow—there's sharp glass below." Zheng Ren explained.

"Glass?" Director Wei asked doubtfully.

"Yeah, just now when your finger went down, you probably got pricked." Zheng Ren said while using the hemostatic forceps and blunt scissors to start rapid blunt dissection.

Soon, a bright light appeared.

The dirty glass reflected the shadowless lamp's light, yet it was so dazzling that one couldn't look directly at it.

Director Wei broke out in a sweat from fright.

He still wore lead clothing, weighing twenty to thirty catties, already exhausted. When he saw that, sure enough, just as Zheng Lao Ban had said, there was glass underneath, he immediately thought of countless possibilities, and almost fainted.

Professor Feng stood behind, let out a breath. He said Zheng Lao Ban's skill is high, his temper is good, he shouldn't be so irritable.

Su Yun's eyes narrowed, looking at Zheng Ren somewhat puzzled.

"Zheng Lao Ban, thank you." Director Wei said softly.

"No problem, do the Shou Bing slowly; there are still many unexpected situations below." Zheng Ren lifted his head, seeing Xiao Yi Ren's figure appear on the other side of the lead glass, and asked: "Director Ye, can you bring my instrument nurse up?"

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