Chapter 1780: with translation of chapter title

Lao He finished checking the extracorporeal circulation machine, looking at the stunned anesthesiologist from the international hospital, feeling happy inside but showing no expression on his face.

But we need to replace the terms: the word for anesthesiologist is not in the glossary, so translate it as "anesthesiologist"; the term for International Hospital becomes "International Hospital"; the term meaning "inside"; and the phrase meaning "showing no expression on his face". Keep the meaning.

We must not add extra explanation.

Let's do each.

We'll need to be careful with punctuation: keep Chinese punctuation? We'll translate to English punctuation.

Now list of named entities for glossary after translation: we need to list each unique named entity that appears in lines, using exact English forms from glossary if provided, else our translation.

We must output after all lines:

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"This, find a player." He took a USB drive from the pocket of the isolation gown and handed it to the anesthesiologist on this side.

"Teacher…… this is……" The anesthesiologist on this side was stunned by the orderly, busy-but-not-chaotic surgical preparation process.

Anyone who works in medicine knows what this team's meticulous and detailed preparation signifies after they arrive.

This is damn professional!

What does professionalism mean?

Their level is sky-high!

Performing surgery confidently in one's own hospital is nothing. Going to an unfamiliar place, where many things are not at hand, yet being able to find substitutes on the fly—that's true skill.

And now, this rather elderly anesthesiologist pulls out a USB drive—could this be some secret weapon?

Lao He smiled faintly, said nothing, and began to continue checking the medication types, concentrations, and infusion rates on the anesthesia record.

The young anesthesiologist held the USB drive, his heart filled with excitement.

The badass anesthesiologist from 912, who gave himself a USB drive before surgery, surely has the surgical secrets inside!

Any operating room of slightly higher standard will have audio playback equipment, especially hybrid operating rooms, which are no exception.

Smaller hospitals simply don't have hybrid operating rooms; even those in international hospitals perform only a few such surgeries per year.

The young anesthesiologist, filled with a sense of solemnity, inserted the USB drive and opened the computer.

The USB drive contained only one file; he selected and opened it.

Immediately, the song "Good Luck Come" played from the operating room.

【Fold a thousand paper cranes, tie a red streamer, wishing kind people good luck every day……】

I go…… The young anesthesiologist was dumbfounded.

What the hell is this? Do we need something even more corny?

Playing music in the operating room is tradition. Of course, many doctors dislike noise and prefer silence.

Those who play music, the older generation likes revolutionary songs; a little tune like "Little Bamboo Raft on the River" is also stirring.

But what the hell is this, "Good Luck Come"?

"Lao He, you're going too far!" Su Yun shouted, "Taking surgery on the road, you still play this lousy song!"

"Yun Ge'er, don't make a fuss, Zheng Lao Ban likes it." Lao He said with a grin. Others take Su Yun seriously, but Lao He doesn't.

The medical team has only one leader, Zheng Lao Ban. As long as you flatter him well, you're set; others' opinions don't matter.

Besides, it's just a song—why get worked up about it?

He merely spoke with a grin, putting on an attitude of not fighting back or talking back, but insisting on playing the song, leaving Su Yun's martial prowess nowhere to use.

"Boss, you control this!" Su Yun shouted while checking the equipment needed for surgery with Xie Yiren.

"Looking at the images, don't make noise." Zheng Ren placed his left hand under his right armpit, right hand supporting his chin, seriously examining the patient's pre-op lung CT scan.

"Do we need the ultrasonic scalpel?" Su Yun asked while inventorying the instruments.

"Keep a spare."

"No octopus forceps." Su Yun said.

"It's fine, no need to fix it; we can do it without stopping the heart." Zheng Ren said indifferently.

This time Su Yun didn't speak.

He knew exactly how high the skill level required to suture the heart without fixing it.

But this is still coronary artery surgery. Suturing the heart without stopping it…… Su Yun himself had only a 70% chance of success.

Is this guy's surgical skill really that high? Su Yun was somewhat surprised.

His mind was slightly unsettled, yet at that moment the song "Good Luck Come" blared on, transmitting straight to his brain through his eardrums.

Su Yun glanced at Lao He, his heart giving a wry smile.

Lao He, this guy, is probably dead-set on following the boss for life.

Besides, it makes sense—Section Chief Mao's big matter, the boss withstood the hospital's pressure, turned the tide against the wind, and smoothed out all troubles for Lao He.

Anyone with a bit of savvy knows that bowing one's head and submitting is the only choice—no need to even think about it.

Su Yun let out a faint sigh; the black hair on his forehead was pressed under the sterile cap, unable to flutter.

"Anesthesia, circulation prep complete, Zheng Lao Ban." Lao He then said.

"Surgical instruments ready." Xie Yiren said, then began checking the numbers with the nurses in this operating room.

"Boss, I've disinfected." Su Yun shouted. He wanted to drown out the Good Luck Come song with his voice.

But that song had such penetrating power; no matter what, he could hear it crystal clear.

"Good." Zheng Ren said in a deep voice.

After disinfecting and laying out the sterile drapes, Zheng Ren went to scrub his hands and stepped onto the platform.

He didn't ask about Director Mao's pre-op instructions; those weren't his responsibility. In the System Operating Room, Zheng Ren also attempted the interventional technique to remove the large frame.

But even if Zheng Ren's interventional skill reached peak level, he still couldn't accomplish this.

One position of the large frame was lodged in the foramen ovale; it couldn't be solved just by changing the angle of the introducer wire.

After dissecting the experimental subject, Zheng Ren drew this conclusion.

Fortunately, the thoracotomy surgery has a 100% success rate and 100% completion rate, yet Zheng Ren isn't worried either.

The buzzing of the sternal saw echoed in the operating room; a normal midline sternal incision entered the mediastinum.

"Zheng Lao Ban, how to intubate?" Lao He asked.

"Ascending aorta, superior vena cava." Zheng Ren replied simply.

Having performed two extracorporeal circulation surgeries with Lao He, Zheng Ren still trusted Lao He's skill.

Cannulation of the ascending aorta and superior vena cava routinely establishes parallel circulation; the heart continues beating, the right atrium is opened, and the inferior vena cava is encircled with a double-lumen balloon catheter to control inferior vena cava bleeding.

The Shou Bing process was simple, Clarity; Mao Chi stood behind Zheng Ren watching the Shou Bing, feeling moved.

Although Thoracic has declined, back in its heyday, when they were doing a dozen or so bridge surgeries a day, no one had ever done extracorporeal circulation so smoothly.

How many Shou Bing does it take to reach this level?

Mao Chi sighed, thinking that even with extraordinary talent, you couldn't reach this level without a hundred or eighty Shou Bing, right?

But where can you find a hundred or eighty Shou Bing in Thoracic now?

"Director, Director." Zhang Jiaoshou rushed over, seeing that the Operating table was already ready, he panicked +2.

"All explained?" Mao Chi asked, hands behind his back, watching the Shou Bing, without turning his head.

Just like back in 912, Mao Chi bore the aura of a Senior Director, evident to all.

"All explained, the patient's family has strong objections, but as long as the Shou Bing succeeds..." Zhang Jiaoshou peeked around.

He saw only two people standing on the Operating table, his heart sank instantly.

Heart surgery, only two people on it— isn't this ridiculous?!

"There are too few people, it's my oversight, I'll go get someone from the thoracic department to lend a hand." Zhang Jiaoshou didn't dare to overstep on the Operating table, after all Director Mao was here, it wasn't his turn to speak.

"No need." A gentle voice said from the Operating table, "It'll be done soon."

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Note: The middle part, breaking here, the chapter title 'Secret Weapon' was too great, I couldn't bear to cut it.