Chapter 1406

Zhang Jiaoshou had an illusion, as if the surgeon had performed this operation countless times, already thoroughly familiar with the chest.

"Right, I didn't ask how the surgery went for the patient injured by the electroplating rod?" Su Yun suddenly asked.

Upon hearing this, Zheng Ren felt depressed.

"Not smooth, the rescue consciousness there is too poor, lacking everything." Zheng Ren sighed and said, "At that time I thought, it would have been great if I could have kept you all here."

"It's just laziness; even without us, the surgery would still be finished." Su Yun said contemptuously.

"Boss Zheng, slower…" Zhang Jiaoshou's blue sterile cap was soaked with sweat.

Just now he saw Zheng Ren's hemostatic forceps probe directly into the visceral pleural layer, and he jumped in fright.

"It's fine, not fast. Prepare another chest bottle, we'll change it later. Lao He, single-lung ventilation." Zheng Ren said.

"What's wrong?" Lao He asked while performing single-lung ventilation and looking over.

"The visceral pleura is leaking; the lung also needs repair." Zheng Ren said: "A fish bone, right, how much does removing a fish bone cost?"

"Hai Cheng is 15. What about our side?" Su Yun asked.

"The anesthetic is a bit more expensive, but still under 100. The simple kind is about 30." Seeing another difficult point easily overcome by Zheng Ren, Zhao Yunlong felt somewhat relieved.

"Whenever there's a holiday, the ENT department is especially busy, all just removing fish bones. Last Spring Festival, I went to the ENT department for fun; in the time it took to eat dinner, six patients came for fish bone removal." Su Yun chatted relaxedly, not tense at all: "One patient, after having the fish bone removed, still grumbled, saying it was just that quick, why charge 15 yuan?"

"Knowing they came to the hospital to have the fish bone removed is already better than this kind of drinking vinegar and using a steamed bun to choke it down." Zheng Ren said: "Tell me, how much trouble has this added on such a night?"

"When I was interning in school, I encountered a similar patient. They were brought in, hadn't even gotten on the table, and a gush of blood shot out, straight to the afterlife." Zhao Yunlong recalled: "Back then we had nothing; we didn't even dare touch the aorta……

Zhang Jiaoshou felt uneasy.

When he was young, he had seen similar situations a few times.

Just as Zhao Yunlong described, a spurt of blood and the person is gone.

"Yes." Zhang Jiaoshou stood behind Zhao Yunlong and added: "Twenty years ago there was a patient with a similar condition; international experts were consulted for a joint diagnosis, yet nobody dared to perform the surgery."

"Then what happened?" Lao He asked.

"Ah, afterwards a spurt of blood came out and the person died. I was just a young doctor; I was on duty that day. During evening rounds, I was talking with the patient, asking about the condition. A perfectly fine person, right in front of me, spat a mouthful of blood onto me… Boss Zheng, slower…"

"Mm, it's already slow enough. There's not much tissue eroded on this side; rest assured, nothing will happen." Zheng Ren laughed.

"Hey, Professor Zhang, is that a habit you formed while giving lectures? Going slower is actually faster; I think it makes sense." Su Yun assisted Zheng Ren in the dissection, and by the way took a jab at Professor Zhang.

"Hehe, Lao Zhang, from now on I'll call you Man Nan. Others take two minutes, you take two hours, really slow~" Lao He threw in a jab while saying that.

Zhang Jiaoshou gathered his spirits, no longer listening to Su Yun and Lao He chat, and focused intently on watching Zheng Ren's surgery.

"My skill isn't that bad…… It's not that my skill is poor; it's that Boss Zheng's skill is too high."

"Impossible, he's a general surgeon who went into interventional medicine; doing thoracic surgery well is already enough, but how can his cardiothoracic surgery be this good?"

"You know, there aren't many people nationwide engaged in cardiothoracic surgery; in smaller hospitals, cardiothoracic and general thoracic are together."

"Not to mention doctors, even those who can read a CT scan and clearly distinguish normal from abnormal conditions in the mediastinum are few."

"Forget it, let's not dwell on this. Director Miao previously arranged for a kidney transplant and even asked Boss Zheng to provide a platform; this can't be compared."

"After all, they're also a Nobel Prize nominee."

Gradually, Professor Zhang became numb, accepting the reality that Boss Zheng's surgical skill leaves him in the dust.

The surgery proceeded cheerfully, completely lacking the tension, silence, or even anger over a delayed instrument handover that Professor Zhang had imagined.

It was just like performing a routine lobectomy; aside from not using a thoracoscope, everything went smoothly.

"Old Zhao, I heard you're currently training, preparing to use a thoracoscope for a first-stage aortic arch replacement?" Su Yun asked.

Zhao Yunlong stared intently at the operating field, not hearing Su Yun's question.

Hey, do you want to be this serious? You Thoracic people are so unwilling to speak, huh? If this continues, I'll bring Fang Lin up to the lower thoracic bottle to keep me company talking.

Old Zhao, you're going to do a thoracoscopic main artery arch replacement? Awesome. Zheng Ren said.

Yeah, Old Gu's suggestion. Shou Bing, it always needs Progress. Many procedures we didn't dare to do before can now be tried, though just thinking about it. Zhao Yunlong laughed.

Eh…… How come I didn't know about this? Slow guy Professor Zhang Jiaoshou fell into contemplation.

Doing an elephant nose surgery with thoracoscope? MD, open-chest surgery, I feel like I can't even do it, they're actually thinking of using thoracoscope to do it?

When did the Technique level get this high?

Slow guy Professor Zhang Jiaoshou got lost in thought, the speed of the Shou Bing increased as the pus-like membrane adhering to the main artery was peeled off, instantly accelerating.

Repairing the lungs, detaching the abscess, repairing the outer membrane of the main artery, the Shou Bing was methodical, showing no sign of how high the difficulty was, proceeding especially smoothly.

Zhang Jiaoshou endured countless times, but never said the words asking Zheng Ren to slow down.

The Shou Bing is done like this, they have it figured out. It seems I'd better go around the country giving lectures; as for the Shou Bing, let the young people handle it.

Zhang Jiaoshou finally accepted this fact in silence.

Under the background music of Good Luck Come, Zhao Yunlong judged that doing a night-long Shou Bing would be finished in about an hour.

No wonder Su Yun this guy is willing to be the assistant; his strongest Thoracic Shou Bing, Chief Zheng does it so well. Zhao Yunlong inwardly judged that Zheng Lao Ban's Thoracic Shou Bing level is a notch higher than Su Yun's. The key is that Zheng Lao Ban can use a Microscope to do it—who among Thoracic people would use this thing?

Just then, a wolf howl faintly came from outside, somewhat desolate, a loud 'ao'.

I go…… Is someone transforming? Lao He lifted his head to glance out the window; it wasn't mid-month, there was no big round moon hanging in the sky.

What's going on? Sister Yayun, go take a look. Su Yun said confidently.

The circulating nurse saw that the Shou Bing was basically done, so opened the airtight Lead door and went out.

As the sealed Lead door opened, the mournful sound rang out loudly.

This is because a patient hasn't come down from the stage, family members are crying. The atmosphere on stage became solemn, the originally cheerful atmosphere swept away.

Yayun, come back, we need to prepare warm saline to rinse here. Lao He said: "I'll go take a look."

Lin Ge also felt somewhat uneasy.