Chapter 1211: with translation of the chapter title

1177 marathon-like Shou Bing （31000 extra chapter ×19 seek monthly ticket）

Director Ye is very interested in Zheng Ren.

He nodded; naturally, Director Xu of the Operating Room and the Head Nurse would arrange for Xie Yiren to go on stage. Ye Qingqiu appeared to be looking at the Operating Field, but in fact he was pondering Zheng Ren.

Strictly speaking, he and Zheng Ren have nothing to do with each other.

But whether it's the direct supervisor of clinical work, Vice President Yuan, or the many department heads below, they all look upon this little guy with kind eyes and expectations.

At the hospital affairs meeting, Section Chief Mao insisted strongly, but in the end he was completely overturned with no power to resist; this matter had a great Impact on Ye Qingqiu. What should he do? That's still not simple, is it?

Just thinking about how Section Chief Mao had eagerly brought over the director physician and professor's certificates, only to be ignored by Zheng Ren, Ye Qingqiu not only felt happy inside, but also a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Interesting, this little guy.

He stands firm, not thinking of hedging his bets. Young people his age usually still think about gaining advantages from all sides, seeking countless helpers.

But how could things in this world be so simple? Those who want to gain advantages from all sides usually end up being silently shunned by everyone, ending up with no help at all.

Section Chief Mao's reddened face appeared before Ye Qingqiu again, and the smile on his face grew broader, rarely showing his feelings on his face.

Seeing that Ye Qingqiu seemed to be in a good mood, the surrounding atmosphere also eased a bit.

Xie Yiren scrubbed in, changed clothes, and went on stage; the disinfected Surgical Instruments box was placed on the instrument table, shining brightly under the Shadowless Lamp's light.

After the box opened silently, hundreds of instruments were neatly arranged and appeared before everyone's eyes. Many people weren't seeing them for the first time, yet they could hardly suppress their astonishment and envy.

Zheng Ren had already returned the ordinary instruments; at this moment, his eyes on the operating area, he reached out and the hemostatic clamp and blunt scissors slapped into his hand.

"I want the Large Tweezers and scissors," Director Wei said, his fingers trembling slightly twice, as if he couldn't wait.

The tweezers and blunt scissors gently slapped into Director Wei's hand, seeming almost weightless; the just-disinfected instruments still retained a warm residual heat, making them very comfortable to hold.

Director Wei gently moved the Large Tweezers, clamping a piece of hyperplastic connective tissue with little force, the clamp fitting tightly. He moved it left and right, but no tearing appeared at the clamp site.

This set of instruments is really good; just this one detail, Director Wei could tell.

It might have been made by an extremely precise lathe, or at least it's not the ordinary Da Lu goods surgical equipment one usually sees.

Shou Bing continued.

After changing the Surgical Instruments, the speed increased a little. But that's just a little, completely incomparable to the speed Zheng Ren used to have when doing Shou Bing.

Thirty minutes……

One hour……

The hyperplastic connective tissue formed over five years hasn't been completely peeled away cleanly, but the outline of the shattered bottle has already begun to show.

A strip of white sterile gauze was wrapped around Director Wei's head, looking somewhat strange and funny. However, a strip of sterile gauze cannot absorb all the sweat. The circulating nurse has already wiped Director Wei's sweat for the fifth time, and the frequency is increasing.

Zheng Ren suddenly said, "Director Wei, why don't you go rest?"

Originally Director Wei wanted to refuse, but this surgery couldn't do Blunt Dissection by hand, and the progress was extremely slow. Every time he wanted to go all out, Zheng Ren would strike him down, but it was discouraging to find that afterward, Zheng Ren was proven right.

Traps are everywhere—either sharp glass shards or abnormally proliferating blood vessels—and the surgery can't be sped up no matter how much one wants to.

Director Wei nodded and stepped down.

Professor Feng went to scrub in and go on stage; Director Wei tore off the sterile gown, took off the sweat-soaked Lead clothing, having no strength left, and threw it into the corner of the Operating Room. The circulating nurse rushed over, carrying the dozens-of-pounds Lead clothing back to its original place.

"Director Wei, you're tired, right?" Ye Qingqiu found it boring; the surgery seemed like it would never finish, the Operating Field was just as before—layer after layer of connective tissue, with no end in sight.

"Old buddy, there's no way." Director Wei shook his head.

"Let the young people do it; you just stay below and keep watch." Ye Qingqiu said, "You sit down and rest; I'll go check on the patient's family's emotions."

This is because he doesn't want to waste time here; after all, if the surgery continues at this pace, it will take at least 6-8 hours, possibly even until tomorrow morning.

Even just standing below to watch, his legs felt heavy. The great hidden Vein was full of venous blood, distending the entire Vein, giving the sensation of carrying sandbags.

The occupational disease of surgeons is varicose great hidden Vein, nothing else—just because they stand too long.

Ye Qingqiu certainly didn't want to stand here that long, and besides, he couldn't exert any effect here. After greeting them, he led people away from the Operating Room to check on the patient's family.

Zheng Renze was still continuing Shou Bing.

Shou Bing progressed very slowly, and he wasn't anxious. The Shadowless Lamp's light was snow-bright; in his field of view, everything around was pitch black, only the operating area was lit.

All attention was focused on the complex abnormal anatomical relationships, carefully handling each point that might cause problems.

Doing Shou Bing was very tiring; normally, Zheng Ren would first dissect in the System Operating Room and then reverse-engineer the surgery process.

However, this time he had no opportunity; the limited Surgical Training Time could not cover the entire Shou Bing.

Two hours……

Three hours……

Originally, the people on the Observation Platform went to rest one by one; after standing for ten or more hours, nobody could bear it.

Zheng Ren kept changing the people opposite him at the surgeon's position; a highly tense surgery worsens fatigue, ultimately leading to deformed technique. Therefore, before fatigue sets in, he switches in others.

Besides, there's no shortage of people—today all the department heads and Team-leading Professors of the Gastroenterology Surgery department are present.

Just take turns going up to do it.

This is a marathon-like Shou Bing.

Unbeknownst to him, although Zheng Ren stood in the first assistant's position, he became the surgeon. Every professor who came up would involuntarily yield the surgeon's authority to him.

It wasn't intentional; some also had the idea to test themselves. But the hemostatic clamp would come whistling each time, striking the radial styloid, making everyone give up trying.

No one minded, feeling they'd lost face. Director Wei was struck on the radial styloid process above, and everyone could see it; even the department head was struck—what a bunch of nonsense.

Six hours later, a sense of fatigue permeated the Operating Room.

Ye Qingqiu came back for the third time, saw the surgery still ongoing, could only shake his head, and went to the Anesthesiology Department doctors' lounge to rest, waiting for the surgery to end.

Su Yun stood in the surgeon's position, he asked with a chuckle, "Boss, how much longer do you estimate?"

"Half done." Zheng Ren said calmly.

"That fast? I thought we had just begun." Su Yun said in a strange tone, but it didn't affect his hand speed.