Chapter 1966: 1897 Even the Retractor Can't Be Pulled

This is basically not for human use, right!

The money most doctors earn in a lifetime isn't enough to buy this box of equipment. Not to mention a whole set of equipment, even just those rows of Hemostatic Forceps are unaffordable.

Ma Liang, Director Ma, swallowed his saliva, embarrassedly walked away from the sterile table. Quietly, afraid to disturb the 200-square-meter luxuriously renovated apartment in Third Ring Road.

He came to the side of Director Jin's head and began to watch the Shou Bing.

With the naked eye, the surgeon and assistant appeared motionless, both like sculptures.

Only the hands were making imperceptible movements; Ma Liang couldn't see clearly what they were doing.

Using microsurgery to separate and dissect the adhesions of tumor tissue, this kind of procedure is rarely seen.

But Ma Liang has seen it, in the Surgery Livestream Room.

The view from the Apricot Grove Garden Surgery Live Broadcast Room shows the surgeon's perspective, far clearer than the best spot beside the operating table on the Observation Platform.

He watched those two pairs of almost motionless hands while sketching their movements.

But Ma Liang just thought about it and let it go; his eyes and hands' stability could no longer support him performing such delicate Shou Bing.

Director Li also watched the Shou Bing, standing behind Su Yun. But after less than one Minute, he began to feel confused.

Not even a movement can be seen; what's there to look at?

Looking around, even Professor Zhan from Di Du was blankly pulling the Retractor.

Professor Zhan was very careful, afraid to affect the Shou Bing, not daring to move his hand on the Retractor at all.

The internal organs have great tension; maintaining Stability is still difficult, but Professor Zhan strenuously maintained a motion, extremely cautious.

Everyone around, only Ma Liang, Director Ma, watched with great interest, as if he could understand! Director Li noticed this.

"Director Ma." Director Li said in a low voice.

Ma Liang was immersed in the surgical level he could never reach, enjoying himself freely, and didn't hear Director Li's call.

Seeing Ma Liang not speaking, he immediately became unhappy,

"Director Ma!" Director Li called again, already somewhat impatient.

Ma Liang still had no reaction; the anesthesiologist standing beside him quickly kicked Director Ma's shin under the Operating table with his foot.

"Why did you kick me?" Ma Liang, jolted awake by the kick, still had his eyes on the Shou Bing, complaining.

"The director is calling you!" the anesthesiologist whispered.

Uh... Ma Liang shuddered, glanced at Director Li, and immediately walked over.

Director Li had already left the Operating table, sitting on a small round stool in the corner.

"Director, what's wrong?" Ma Liang asked.

"Shou Bing, what step have you reached?" Director Li asked.

"Um, Director, I don't understand."

Director Li was stunned, looking at you, what the hell are you daydreaming about!

He glanced dissatisfiedly at Director Ma.

"I've seen Director Zheng Lao Ban perform microsurgery in the Surgery Livestream Room; that level is off the charts!" Ma Liang said, getting carried away and going off-topic.

Director Li frowned.

Ma Liang realized he was wrong, quickly smiled and said: "The Shou Bing is too high-end and delicate; I really don't know what step it's at. Roughly... maybe... perhaps... almost done."

"Hmm." Director Li was also helpless.

"But I think Director Jin can save his life." Ma Liang said.

"Oh?"

"Director Zheng Lao Ban's Shou Bing has never failed." Ma Liang, like a little fanboy, took every opportunity to exaggerate Director Zheng Lao Ban's Shou Bing.

"Impossible!" Director Li said contemptuously. This violates his understanding of the world—Shou Bing never fails? That's unscientific!

"Director, you don't know." When talking about Director Zheng Lao Ban, Ma Liang was full of energy, like chatting gossip over drinks, completely ignoring Director Li's increasingly grim face.

"It's said that Director Zheng Lao Ban's most recent 120 Emergency was at the UK King's Hospital, the world's best for liver transplants. For the second-stage aortic arch replacement surgery, which was a mess of adhesions, Director Zheng Lao Ban performed it using microsurgery."

"Also, the most recent livestreamed emergency surgery was probably on 912. In the ward, emergency thoracotomy, placed on ECMO, emergency neurosurgery for Smog Disease Bypass Surgery. If I were ten years younger, I'd definitely go find Director Zheng Lao Ban and beg to be his student."

"Furthermore, a doctor from a remote small town suddenly had a heart attack; Director Zheng Lao Ban directed remotely, he performed Shou Bing on himself, dissolving the clot himself. Director Zheng Lao Ban flew overnight to implant a cardiac stent."

Director Li doesn't engage in professional matters; he doesn't watch surgery livestreams, and few people bring it up with him.

Now hearing Director Ma Ma Liang talk about this, he was directly shocked.

Whether the Shou Bing is good or not is one thing; no matter how much this bunch of surgery freaks hype it, it's still just that.

But the last thing…

"Self-thrombolysis? What's going on?" Director Li also forgot his displeasure and started gossiping.

Ma Liang's eyebrows lit up as he began to talk about that emergency livestream that lasted over ten hours.

Meanwhile, on the Operating table, Professor Zhan's sweat poured down.

The Retractor is also a task requiring great arm strength.

The organs in the abdominal cavity are relatively okay; the hardest part is Orthopedics Department surgery resisting the thigh. If you're not a strong young man, you simply can't bear it.

But even the abdominal organs, Professor Zhan has reached his limit.

Really can't pull the Retractor!

Under twenty minutes, motionless, anyone would start trembling.

But on that side, the surgeon and assistant, holding Microscopes, are performing the most delicate operation.

Professor Zhan knows the priorities; he fears that any movement on his side will affect the surgeon's operation.

One careless tug, and the inferior vena cava will be torn again.

"Zheng... Lao Ban." Professor Zhan, feeling he's reached his limit, could only whisper.

"Huh?" Zheng Ren kept his head down, still dissecting the outer membrane of the inferior vena cava, merely humming with his nose.

"Can I... can I change my hand position on this side?" Professor Zhan said.

"Capable, can't even hold a retractor. That is, my boss has a good temper; if it were someone with a violent temper, the hemostatic forceps would directly smash your face." Su Yun also didn't lift his head, but his sharp, sarcastic tone didn't change.

Professor Zhan groaned inwardly.

"Let someone else hold the retractor, Professor Zhan, you've worked hard." Zheng Ren said.

"Zheng Lao Ban, no need to change person, no need to change person." Professor Zhan couldn't bear to give up such a good spot to watch the surgery.

Although he couldn't see anything, he could still vaguely guess Zheng Lao Ban's intention. For a surgery of this level, naturally, the closer the distance, the stronger the sense of participation.

"Oh, the surgery will still take about four more hours; can you persistence?" Zheng Renye said indifferently, while performing the surgery, speaking lightly.

Professor Zhan was dumbfounded; let alone four hours, he couldn't even last four Minute.