Chapter 1951: 1883 The Provincial Capital Is Cutting‑Edge (Monthly Ticket 42000 Bonus ×84)

After signing the documents, the anesthesiologist felt satisfied.

His eyes glittered with little stars as he asked, "Zheng Lao Ban, how will the surgery be done later?"

"Clear the mediastinal abscess, seal the esophageal membrane stent…" he said, and Zheng Ren turned to ask, "Xiao Feng."

"Hey, what's up, Chief Zheng?" Feng Xu Hui appeared like a summoned beast whenever called, and when not summoned he turned completely invisible, saying nothing and lacking even the slightest presence.

"Do we have a film‑covered anti‑reflux stent?" Zheng Ren asked.

"Yes!" Feng Xu Hui replied directly, "Longwind doesn't have this technology; I bought a set from Boco."

Zheng Ren nodded.

Su Yun smiled and patted Feng Xu Hui on the shoulder.

The anesthesiologists were left dumbfounded.

The surgery required both open and interventional procedures, which was no surprise to the anesthesiologists who usually watched the surgery livestream.

As the surgeon of the surgery livestream room, lacking a novel technique would be strange; moreover, in the anesthesiologists' eyes, the livestream surgeon is synonymous with omnipotence.

But the young man who followed him, limping as he walked, was truly remarkable.

That half‑person‑high rolling case was obviously that of a medical equipment vendor.

It's normal for a professor to have an equipment vendor follow him when he goes out to do surgery.

But the equipment vendor's manager attended him like a little maid all the way, clearly with his own goal—selling consumables.

Zheng Lao Ban's consumables supplier was fine; listening to him speak, he seemed to be the business manager of Longwind Micro‑creation. Longwind lacked the film‑covered anti‑reflux stent, so he had bought a set from Boco himself.

Such high‑end stents are expensive and of little use; even the Medical University Affiliated Hospital doesn't stock them.

If not to sell consumables, it was just to guarantee Zheng Lao Ban could perform the surgery—what spirit is that? The anesthesiologist didn't know how to describe it, staring foolishly at Feng Xu Hui.

A being like Feng Xu Hui simply doesn't exist in the anesthesiologist's frame of reference.

No wonder Zheng Lao Ban is awesome; the equipment vendor following him is unlike any other. The anesthesiologist mused, you can tell at a glance whether someone is impressive or not.

Not mentioning those who can go into surgery, nor the top‑notch anesthesiologist beside Zheng Lao Ban in the livestream room—just talking about this behind‑the‑scenes small consumables manager, he's unlike anyone else.

"Boss, I'm going to disinfect." Su Yun said.

"Go ahead."

Xia Hua had been listening all along; many things exceeded his expectations, so his actions were a bit slow.

Is this being despised?

He hurriedly ran over, apologetically smiling and saying, "Doctor Su, why trouble you with disinfection? I'll do it, I'll do it."

"Oh, I saw you not moving and thought your rule here was that the surgeon and first assistant disinfect themselves." Su Yun remarked coolly.

Xia Hua had never met someone like Su Yun; a single sentence from her sent a rush of heat to his head.

Trade insults?

Doesn't exist.

Xia Hua had no choice but to swallow his pride and hurriedly go disinfect.

"Put on the lead clothing and go up!" Su Yun "friendly" reminded Xia Hua.

Um… is this a joint surgery?

Xia Hua felt he was nothing but a puppet, losing control of the surgery the moment he met Zheng Lao Ban.

Why?

He had no time to think.

If he delayed things, a few more barbs from that sharp‑tongued, effeminate guy might cost him his life.

After putting on the lead clothing, Xia Hua felt utterly weighed down, as heavy as a suit of armor.

He scrubbed his hands and laid out the drapes. The lead clothing is truly heavy—can one even perform surgery wearing it? Xia Hua expressed doubt.

Zheng Ren scrubbed his hands, put on his clothes, and stepped directly into the surgeon's position. While Xia Hua was putting on his clothes, Su Yun stood beside Zheng Ren.

Thoracoscopic surgery differs from open surgery.

The first assistant stands beside the surgeon mainly to set the thoracoscope's lens in the right direction; the whole operation actually needs only two people.

The third person stands opposite the surgeon and basically sees nothing. When Xia Hua returned after scrubbing, he took one look at the positions on the operating table and burst into tears.

"Zheng Lao Ban, isn't this too blunt? Calling me up to surgery just to plant a flag? What Doctor Xia Hua of the Medical University Affiliated Hospital actually does is just stand there on the operating table."

Zheng Ren ignored what Xia Hua thought, went up, and began operating.

Focused on the entry point and the procedure, Zheng Ren reached out—but the willow‑leaf blade didn't appear in his hand.

Um… Yi Ren hadn't come along, and only then did Zheng Ren realize it.

"Blade."

"Hemostatic forceps, electrocautery, gauze." Su Yun continued.

The patient lay in right lateral decubitus; incisions were made at the seventh and fourth intercostal spaces along the posterior axillary line, layers opened, blunt dissection performed, and the pleural cavity entered.

The thoracoscope was inserted.

Inspection revealed severe adhesions in the pleural cavity, dark brown turbid pus and pus membranes, the membranes concentrated at the left lower lung‑heart‑diaphragm angle.

The adhesions were quite severe, and Xia Hua knew it would be like this.

This is still a relatively short duration; if delayed another one or two days, the scope would see nothing upon entry.

That's why Xia Hua previously thought this surgery wasn't suited for thoracoscopy—after all, the adhesions are heavy and the scope's view is limited.

After opening the chest, he plunged his hand in and separated the adhesions as fast as possible.

This time he's really screwed, he thought, tilting his head at the sight inside the patient's pleural cavity.

"Zheng Lao Ban, the adhesions are severe," the anesthesiologist chatted with Zheng Ren.

Zheng Ren grunted, paid no mind, called for the suction device, and began sucking up the thick fluid.

The yellow‑white purulent fluid hissed away as it was sucked, beginning to expose the condition inside the pleural cavity.

It's just that the angle from the speed of holding the lens is rather tricky; it's always moving, Xia Hua watched for a few Minute, basically having no idea what he was doing.

But as the operator, Zheng Lao Ban didn't think there was anything wrong with what he was doing; after sucking out the thick fluid, he began to rinse the chest cavity with warm saline.

"Boss, what you need is too rare." Su Yun said: "Next time, give Little Feng a heads‑up. You say if we don't have it, how embarrassing."

"I didn't even know there were patients with spontaneous esophageal rupture needing surgery; it just happened to be a sudden situation. Little Feng did well, preparations were thorough." Zheng Ren stared at the opposite screen, looking intently.

After rinsing once, Zheng Ren began to use the dissecting forceps to separate and detach the pus membrane and pus fluid.

The forceps used… Xia Hua didn't understand.

The Thoracoscope lens shook badly, always changing angle; his angle wasn't suitable either, so he could only see the surgical area on the TV from a 30‑degree position.

After a few Minute, Xia Hua felt the letters were a bit dizzy.

Is this how they do Thoracoscope surgeries in Di Du? It seems not at all standard.

"Clear the pus membrane and pus fluid, about 900 ml." Zheng Ren suddenly said.

Xia Hua was still dizzy and didn't hear clearly what Zheng Ren said.

"Doctor Xia, I heard a squeak." Su Yun said.

"Huh? What?" Xia Hua blinked, then asked.

"Sheng Cheng is so advanced, they don't even need to write post‑op surgery records?" Su Yun said contemptuously.

Xia Hua's tears streamed down their face.