Chapter 1404: 1361 Sprayed Perfume (Alliance Leader Gluttonous ng Extra Chapter 4)

But Director Lin openly spoke up for Boss Zheng, so if I say anything else, I won't be able to get away with it.

It's not a deep grudge; who would want to offend the Medical Department staff?

One surgery is nothing, but if you feud with the Medical Department, even going out to throw flying knives will get you blocked.

He sensibly kept quiet, instead standing behind Zhao Yunlong, carefully watching the surgery to find faults.

Surgery isn't something every doctor can do, but finding fault isn't that simple either.

If there's a problem, even making a couple of small mocking remarks would be satisfying, wouldn't it?

Well, the incision is fine, but picking faults here would be overkill. It's not deep; they're preparing to use electrocautery.

The electrocautery is fine; during the skin incision, bleeding didn't exceed 2ml, which is also not bad.

The mediastinum was opened, and Professor Zhang was squinting at the surgery when a foul smell suddenly burst out.

This smell was just strong and heavy, like a stone that 'bang' hit Professor Zhang's face.

Immediately he felt his nose sting and tears well up.

Everyone around watching the surgery instinctively stepped back.

Lin Ge covered his nose, 'This smell! Boss Zheng, are you opening the chest or the abdomen?'

"No way, some food residue entered the mediastinum from the esophagus and has been stewing for half a month."

Zheng Ren didn't say whether it was good or not; as soon as he explained, Professor Zhang immediately thought of swill.

"Suction device, don't put on a cover." Zheng Ren said, then tapped Zhao Yunlong's wrist with a hemostat, "Don't move, I'll do it."

Zhao Yunlong was startled.

Suctioning pus, is this kind of work difficult?

But he trusted Zheng Ren; this trust was built on crossing mountains and rivers, on exhausted ammunition and food, on surgeries performed one after another in the ruins, and on each wounded person.

A hissing sound kept ringing; hearing it, Professor Zhang immediately felt nauseous.

Without even looking, one could feel that the pus in the mediastinum had definitely become viscous to a certain degree; otherwise the suction device wouldn't make that stuck sound.

Next step, probably warm saline.

The viscous liquid could very well clog the suction device.

"Warm saline." Zheng Ren said in a muffled voice.

Wearing multiple masks makes the voice muffled, which is normal.

Sure enough, just as Professor Zhang had imagined, as soon as Zheng Ren finished speaking, a basin of warm saline appeared at hand.

The suction device was inserted, and after a few seconds it finally became clear.

Professor Zhang habitually glanced at the tube; a clump of black-yellow, sticky goo was washed away with the warm saline.

The smell was too strong; Professor Zhang almost stood in the corner of the operating room.

Let him show off, encountering this nauseating surgery as soon as he steps up! Professor Zhang felt a strange pleasure inside.

But the few people on the operating table remained motionless; couldn't they smell the odor? Professor Zhang felt a bit dazed.

"Boss Zheng, how many layers of mask are you wearing today!" Lin Ge approached the operating table, watching the surgery, and suddenly noticed something abnormal.

"Hehe." Lao He chuckled: "Before opening, Boss Zheng specifically reminded us to wear extra layers. Boss Zheng seems to have worn three layers, I wore five, and also used some men's cologne."

"Do we still need to follow aseptic principles?" Professor Zhang muttered quietly in the corner.

"Old Zhang, you usually also smell of men's cologne when you do surgery. How come you can use it but we anesthetists can't?" Lao He directly retorted.

Instrument nurses and anesthetists are the most accurate judges of a surgeon's skill level.

If you can't work, speak less; no one deliberately makes things difficult.

After all, everyone's talent differs, so the levels they can ultimately reach also differ.

But if the surgery is poorly done and they still fuss about it, that's really annoying.

Lao He is an anesthetist, not under Professor Zhang's authority, so talking back to him is still easy.

Formerly, the Orthopedics Department had a director of average ability but big ego; outpatient surgeries only went on after ten o'clock.

Whenever he went up, it was truly smoky with tension; whether anesthetist or nurse, whoever bumped into him would retort twice.

Lao He is mild-tempered, but Professor Zhang's one remark offended a whole boatload of people, even dragging himself and Boss Zheng into it.

What's it to you if the surgery is done well?!

"I'm not wearing sterile gowns?" Professor Zhang said embarrassedly.

"I sprayed men's cologne on the mask, but not the outermost layer." Lao He said without thinking.

Professor Zhang said nothing.

Lao He also ignored him, telling Lin Ge: "Director Lin, let me spray you some perfume."

Lin Ge wanted to refuse; he wasn't used to the smell of men's cologne. But that odor was truly foul, so he ended up agreeing.

Lao He glanced at the vital signs, ventilator parameters, and dosage, said a sentence, and took Lin Ge to the changing room.

After a few minutes, they returned; Lin Ge felt refreshed.

Zheng Ren carefully coiled the suction device's tube around his finger, constantly adjusting the suction to clean the abscess edge.

Near the edge of the aorta, Zheng Ren dared not move at all; Su Yun and Zhao Yunlong knew that wall was thin, so they'd have to scoop it out bit by bit.

Gradually, the edge of the pus cavity became visible.

"Boss, this surgery is really hard." Su Yun frowned as she said.

"Well, let's take it bit by bit." Zheng Ren said: "The distance of inflammatory invasion along the thoracic aorta and the odd venous is a bit long; that… Lao He, help me put on the microscope."

"Really need microscopic dissection?" Zhao Yunlong asked.

"If we just dissect directly, the blood will go upstairs." Zheng Ren turned his head and said: "Even after placing a stent it's not enough; the distance is too long, and several sections of the abscess underneath have almost reached the aortic intima. This patient only just arrived; if delayed another day at home, they'd likely die halfway."

"What about fish bones? Will they be visible when they become free-floating later?" Lao He asked.

"Yes, but the corrosion is probably terrible." Zheng Ren said: "Do it slowly, be careful; how long the freeing will take is hard to say."

"It's alright, we have equipment." Su Yun saw Zheng Ren pick up the smallest hemostatic forceps and blunt scissors, and said emotionally.

Zheng Ren felt the same.

"Yeah, at Xilin Town People's Hospital I encountered a patient with external injury from an exploding lift chair and an electroplating rod. This kind of rough work, using Xilin Town's equipment can still manage. If this patient were encountered in Xilin Town, they'd probably be clueless."

"Xilin Town? Zheng Lao Ban, when did you go there?" Lao He's glasses were about to burst into flame.

"I just came back last night." Zheng Ren said offhandedly.

"What's up, Lao He, you want to go too?" Su Yun glanced at Lao He and asked with a chuckle.

"Um, if there's an opportunity, bring me along, bring me along."

Lao He adjusted the microscope for Zheng Ren, and soon everything was ready.

"Old Zhao, no need to be polite, I'm here." Zheng Renhe and Zhao Yunlong greeted, then began Shou Bing.