Chapter 1575: 1526 Preparing Blood

Early the next morning, Gan Dan Wai Ke, the director's office.

Director Li and Professor Yang sat opposite each other with solemn expressions, the atmosphere slightly oppressive.

"Are the preparations sufficient?" Director Li asked.

He was short and stout, with a round head and very short hair, looking especially cheerful.

"The surgery preparations are very sufficient." Professor Yang said solemnly: "Ultrasonic knives, two prepared. Zheng Lao Ban uses one, I use one. One argon helium knife, can be used if there is uncontrollable bleeding on the liver surface. Red blood cells prepared 1200, plasma..."

"The prepared red blood cells are too few." Director Li said solemnly, "This is a liver splitting surgery, not just a liver resection. If there is major bleeding, preparing 1200ml of red blood cells is just waiting for a medical accident to be broadcast live."

Shortly after, Director Li emphasized his tone, saying: "Live broadcast, this is a live broadcast!"

His tone was somewhat heavy, and Professor Yang knew Director Li was nervous.

Regarding the surgery live broadcast, everyone's opinion was almost unanimous. Only simple, typical surgeries could be done.

Once the preoperative assessment indicates the surgery will be relatively complex, the doctors doing the live broadcast will unhesitatingly cancel the surgery.

However, Zheng Lao Ban had no such demands; the tumor in the right lobe of the liver, 8cm in diameter, not near the edge, he said to cut it out, and also perform a liver split, without any ambiguity.

What Director Li thought, felt off.

Although Zheng Lao Ban's demands were somewhat excessive, Director Li still decided to endure them. What he feared most was not being unable to do it, but a major problem occurring during surgery.

If something goes wrong, Yang Rui will be scolded to his face for a lifetime.

Not to mention being promoted to Deputy Chief, taking over his position later; even wanting to quietly serve as a team-leading professor would become impossible.

"Director, I will prepare another 800ml of red blood cells right away." Professor Yang replied immediately.

Director Li belongs to the older generation, not accustomed to using "U" to denote red blood cells; that's the old rule. Professor Yang has always remembered, so he only says "ml".

"Platelets and fibrinogen must also be prepared." Director Li said solemnly, "How much plasma have you prepared?"

"1600ml."

"That's enough." Director Li pondered, "Furthermore, you must definitely remind Zheng Lao Ban to move slowly and carefully during the surgery. As an assistant, this is your responsibility. You cannot stay silent just because Zheng Lao Ban's surgery is well done."

Professor Yang grinned.

What Director Li said was indeed the truth.

Zheng Lao Ban's surgeries are truly impressive! Especially the autologous liver transplant and the two cholecystectomies, which let Professor Yang see the gap.

Usually down below, everything is fine to say; Zheng Lao Ban has a good temper, never seen him get angry with anyone.

But once on the operating table, it's not so easy to say.

In the live broadcast teaching surgery, the waving of the hemostatic forceps was extremely smooth. Although there was no microphone, the pap-pap-pap sound of the hemostatic forceps striking the wrist's radial styloid process seemed clearly audible.

Professor Yang fell silent.

"Little Yang, Zheng Lao Ban is after all from the Intervention Department. Performing our hepatobiliary surgery is already at the limit. If you don't say a word and the surgery fails, then..."

Director Li did not continue.

Professor Yang knew, "Afterwards?" If the live broadcast surgery fails, then there is no afterwards.

This is a double-edged sword; it can harm the enemy, and it can harm oneself.

Although Professor Yang had confidence in Zheng Ren's surgical skills, as the event approached, he still felt somewhat flustered.

He nodded, indicating he understood.

The two remained silent for a few seconds, then Professor Yang asked: "Director, any other instructions?"

"None." Director Li said, "Remember, stay steady."

"Then I will send the patient onto the table." Professor Yang said.

Having said that, he turned and walked out of the director's office.

His feet felt a bit unsteady, but he immediately steadied his emotions.

It's just a liver cancer resection, nothing major.

Even if it's a liver split procedure,

Even if Zheng Lao Ban performs abnormally,

Even if an abnormal anatomical structure is found during surgery,

One's own level being able to complete the surgery fully is sufficient.

Thinking this, he forced a smile.

Although there was no one in front of him and he couldn't see that smile himself, he still habitually smiled.

After contacting Zheng Ren, that side was already prepared. Professor Yang personally sent the patient onto the table, after sending the patient into the operating room, Professor Yang went to change clothes.

Entering the operating room, seeing the anesthesiologist was Lao He, his mood improved a bit.

The song "Good Luck Come" served as background music; although not so lofty and grand, it matched Professor Yang's anxious thoughts, and for the first time he felt this song was so pleasant.

Today really is fortunate, encountering an anesthesiologist of quite good skill.

"Lao He, what a coincidence." Professor Yang laughed, "You handle the anesthesia, I can relax."

"This isn't Zheng Lao Ban doing the surgery live broadcast, is it? Last night Zheng Lao Ban and Director Xu discussed it, especially arranging for me to come do the anesthesia." Lao He said, his tone brimming with uncontainable self-satisfaction.

But this emotion did not affect the steadiness of his hands; intubation anesthesia, drug dosage calculation, everything was very stable.

This is the first time Zheng Lao Ban has specifically requested an anesthesiologist; we absolutely must avoid any mishap.

Professor Yang stared for a moment.

Zheng Lao Ban directly named the anesthesiologist?

He felt a bit embarrassed.

If I were to call Director Xu and request a specific anesthesiologist to be paired, I'd probably be scolded over the phone until the line went dead.

What is this?

This is martial world status!

"Lao He, your skill is up to par; Zheng Lao Ban can point you to do anesthesia." Professor Yang said half-seriously, half-jokingly, with a hint of envy.

"That's it." Lao He, however, took 50% as 100%, smiling and said: "Old Yang, you know my anesthesia skill is genuinely high, not fake. If anything really goes wrong, in rescue we are among the few in 912."

Professor Yang nodded.

Although his words were a bit bold, this statement is true.

Lao He is the kind of person who never gets a step right.

His professional competence is recognized by everyone, but due to several mishaps, he never even became a deputy chief.

Even now he is still on emergency duty.

However, Lao He seems to have had a stroke of luck, gaining the favor of Boss Zheng.

Professor Yang, while thinking, inserted the film that Zheng Ren had viewed yesterday into the viewer.

He knew that Boss Zheng had the habit of viewing films before surgery.

Why hasn't he come up yet? This frame is a bit big, huh.

Just then, a deep voice came: "Brother Yang, sorry, I ran into an acquaintance and chatted a bit."

Zheng Ren had already changed clothes, was fastening his mask strap, and walked in. Behind him followed two doctors; one was Su Yun, whom Professor Yang knew. But who was the other?

Zhou Chun Yong had come early, went up to surgery with Zheng Ren, wanting to personally see the liver cancer after interventional embolization. Professor Yang didn't know him, but also didn't stop him from coming in.

"Boss Zheng, you're getting busier and busier." Professor Yang said with a smile.

"Ah, just busy for nothing." Zheng Ren said, "A friend, a few days ago I performed surgery on his brother. He just came to see me, saying he wants to treat me to dinner tonight. I can't refuse, saying he has a friend from Yangcheng named Mu… coming to find me."

"Having a meal? That's a good thing." Professor Yang laughed: "In society, one always needs to know a few people."

Zheng Ren shook his head, crossed his arms, and looked at the film in his usual pose.

"Boss Zheng, we've prepared 2000ml of red blood cells, okay?" Professor Yang asked tentatively.

"We won't need that much." Zheng Ren said, looking at the film very seriously, without turning his head.