Chapter 1405: with translation of chapter title

Zhao Yunlong was quite self-aware, having no thought of snatching the surgeon's role.

Although called the strongest Inpatient Chief of 912, with enough seniority after three years to lead a team, Zhao Yunlong knew how well Zheng Lao Ban performed Shou Bing.

The patient's chance of actually getting this done is truly slim, at most a 40% possibility.

As for the second-line Zhang Jiaoshou, his academic level exceeds his practical operation level, and he almost has no chance of taking on this Shou Bing.

He is also the type who has a clear idea in his mind.

After all, human energy is limited; even if facing only a branch of Discipline, without exhausting one's lifelong effort it's still hard to fully grasp.

As for that honest Chief Zheng opposite, he is an exception.

Even Chief Zheng only does Shou Bing, tossing academic problems to Su Yun to handle; their cooperation is actually quite tacit.

Seeing that separation had already begun, Zhang Jiaoshou went to get two masks to wear.

Three-layer Mask, one could still smell that thick, rich odor. It was as if black-and-yellow pus lay just beneath the nostrils; with a slight breath, that mustard-like smell shot straight from the nose to the forehead.

After a glance at the Operating Field, Zhang Jiaoshou felt a sense of relief well up inside.

It's still that my skill is high; I had already anticipated the situation inside, and I wouldn't open it no matter what.

The mediastinal adhesions were a complete mess, the visceral pleural layer had been eroded and leaked, and soon a lung repair would be needed.

This is a minor matter……

On the side of the Artery, the thick pus coating dared not be cleaned away; a sticky mass clung to the artery wall.

With the heartbeat, the pus coating flickered up and down, indicating that the artery wall had become very thin and was emitting that foul smell.

You must be dumbfounded; Zhang Jiaoshou gleefully glanced at Zheng Ren on the operating table.

Not heeding the elders' words, loss lies ahead.

Even if you repaired the lung and cleaned out the pus cavity, what about the artery?

Just leave it like that?

Doing the Shou Bing is no different from not doing it!

Don't think that having one arterial stent makes everything fine.

He gloated at the misfortune.

With the Medical Department covering for you, everything would be fine? Nonsense!

Young people, if things go a little smoothly they think they can ascend to heaven. Look, aren't they just bound to fall flat on their faces?!

He looked at the operating area; only a small scissors less than 5 cm long was pointed at the pus coating adhering to the artery wall, and with a slip of the hand, about 3 cm of the pus coating was cut off.

"Slow down!" Zhang Jiaoshou shouted from behind in a low voice.

"Ah?" Zheng Ren stared for a moment, looked up at Zhang Jiaoshou, "Zhang Jiaoshou, what's wrong? What do you mean slow down?"

"Shou Bing, slow down—I don't know what's below." Zhang Jiaoshou felt his heart pounding.

At that very moment, he instinctively wanted to step back.

In his imagination, the artery would likely rupture, followed by a sky-full of blood rain.

But none of this actually happened.

"Oh, it's fine." Zheng Ren lowered his head again, looked at the operating area through the microscope, and continued the Shou Bing.

The scissors and Hemostatic Forceps were especially small—not held, but felt.

Even so, the movements were still swift. The tiny Hemostatic Forceps and scissors flew up and down, making Zhang Jiaoshou dazzled.

He knew it wasn't about how fast the movements were, but that the Shou Bing was performed precisely; however, the instruments were too small, and he hadn't yet put on his magnifying glasses…

Really, he had kindly reminded him just now, yet he didn't appreciate it.

If it slipped out 3 cm all at once, what if the artery were punctured? Just now he was lucky; next time he won't have such luck.

Zhao Yunlong could no longer keep up with Zheng Ren's pace, especially upon entering the microsurgery stage; Su Yun gradually took over the assistant's work.

The Shou Bing proceeded with difficulty; a layer of pus coating peeled off from the artery wall, faintly revealing the artery's muscular layer.

The more Zhang Jiaoshou looked, the more his heart trembled with fear.

If it were a neurosurgical Shou Bing, using a microscope would be fine enough. But thoracic surgery, when he first started work, was known for bold, sweeping moves.

Whether it was the incision, the Operating Field, the instruments, or anything else.

Such peeling must be tiring, Zhang Jiaoshou guessed.

Suddenly, Zhang Jiaoshou saw that the Hemostatic Forceps seemed to have made a mistaken operation, clamping onto the artery's muscular layer……

"Slow down!" Zhang Jiaoshou said instinctively.

"Not fast." This time Zheng Ren didn't even lift his head, directly saying, "Do it step by step; the Shou Bing must not be rushed."

Zhang Jiaoshou rubbed his eyes; it turned out a small remnant of pus coating had been clamped away by Zheng Ren using the Hemostatic Forceps from the exposed blood vessel outer wall.

He really is confident, or maybe it's just youth and good eyesight. If it were me, even flicking it away with a finger would feel like using great force.

"Old Zhang, are you turning into a slowpoke?" Lao He laughed heartily and said.

"……" Zhang Jiaoshou had tears streaming down his face, not knowing whether it was from the fumes or what.

He couldn't say anything else; just looking honestly, Zhang Jiaoshou thought to himself.

His strength lay in lecturing; usually he spoke the most about textbook‑like operations.

But now he suddenly had a thought: the Shou Bing before his eyes might actually be the textbook‑like operation.

No way! Absolutely impossible!

Zhang Jiaoshou "corrected" his mistaken idea, blinking his glasses hard to let himself see more clearly.

"Chief Zheng, the separation here is a bit fast, huh." Seeing Zheng Ren's blunt scissors in his hand begin to separate without hesitation, Zhao Yunlong said worriedly.

"It's fine; the CT shows the tissue hardness below is sufficient." Zheng Ren tapped Zhao Yunlong's Hemostatic Forceps, "Keep the forceps up, use as little force as possible. By the way, is there a synthetic blood vessel?"

"Uh..." Zhao Yunlong felt a bad premonition rising in his heart.

This segment of the artery is like a pipe, corroded by strong‑acid‑like thick fluid, and is about to rot away.

If it's a water pipe, the best way is to replace a segment with a new one, that is, an artificial Blood Vessel. However, this is a person's Artery, after all, it's not as simple as just replacing it.

If replacing the Blood Vessel, the Shou Bing difficulty rating jumps directly from A-rank to S-rank.

In that case, it would be better to do this Shou Bing myself together with Su Yun. The reason I asked Zheng Ren to place the stent is because Zhao Yunlong wants to avoid replacing the artificial Blood Vessel as much as possible.

"Prepared… Chief Zheng, shall we replace it?" Zhao Yunlong asked.

"Stand by, the dissection below might cause problems. If anything happens, directly cut off and replace the Blood Vessel."

"The extracorporeal circulation isn't ready…"

"It'll be done in 2 Minute, the Impact won't be big. Su Yun, at that time you and Old Zhao will be responsible for the anastomosis of the upper Blood Vessel, I'll do the lower anastomosis."

"Boss, why are you talking like you're arranging your after‑affairs?" Su Yun's sterile gown was brand‑new, standing on the Operating table, she felt out of place.

"Even if it's the worst plan, we still have to do it." Zheng Ren continued the dissection.

Zhang Jiaoshou heard the few people speaking on the Operating table, and his spirit was instantly refreshed.

The Shou Bing had reached the most difficult spot, I suppose… At this point, he could no longer tell what step the Shou Bing had progressed to.

This is an unconventional Shou Bing; although each step looks like a textbook classic and standard, he still couldn't understand it.