Chapter 2238: 2160 Divine Operation

"I'm going to take a shower." Zheng Ren saw Su Yun had no intention of going to the operating room at all, felt helpless, wanted to go to the system operating room to glance at the surgery, and was also worried that Su Yun would keep talking to him outside.

"By the way, get Lao He here." Zheng Ren said.

"I already told him. Single-lung ventilation, although everyone can do it, it's still safer to have Lao He come. Moreover, this isn't an ordinary thoracoscopic surgery; we must find Lao He." Su Yun said.

With this guy around, he had saved himself a lot of worry; Zheng Ren smiled.

He came to the bathroom, adjusted the water temperature, stood under the shower. Feeling the droplets from the showerhead strike him like heavy rain, Zheng Ren went straight to the system operating room.

After exchanging for surgical training time, he didn't have to rush into the system operating room; he glanced at the little white fox and Zheng Ren smiled at it.

There was no response; although Zheng Ren felt it was a living thing, there was simply no evidence.

As the system operating room rose up from the ground, Zheng Ren stepped inside.

……

15 minutes later, Zheng Ren walked out.

Su Yun was chatting intermittently with Shao Jinghe; the main topic was telling Shao Jinghe to carefully watch the surgery, which was currently a left thoracic procedure. If the right thoracic side acted up next time, he could do it himself at the local hospital.

Shao Jinghe looked utterly discouraged, his discouragement extreme, as if a black mist substance enveloped his face.

If it weren't for the system panel indicating nothing was wrong, Zheng Ren would have thought Shao Jinghe was a cirrhosis patient.

"Boss, do you feel more refreshed after washing up?" Seeing Zheng Ren come out, Su Yun asked with a cheerful smile.

"Yeah, I feel more refreshed." Zheng Ren smiled.

Before going to the system operating room, he lacked confidence in the surgery. After doing a few, he knew how to do it, and his whole person definitely looked much more spirited.

Zheng Lao Ban's steady, mountain-like temperament was forged in the system operating room through surgical training.

"Old Shao, the surgery is basically done like this; later when you're on the observation platform, watch closely." Su Yun said, "Doing it isn't difficult; it's just that the approach is a bit strange."

"Oh." Shao Jinghe let out a despondent "oh."

"Has Fang Lin sent the patient in?"

"He went in ten minutes ago." Su Yun said, "By now the anesthesia should be about done."

"Let's go, let's go in and take a look." Zheng Ren said with a smile.

Shao Jinghe's expression is appropriate; for a grassroots hospital doctor, being able to follow a set procedure and make the surgery as perfect as possible is already quite impressive.

As for creating new techniques or adapting them to different needs, such off-the-cuff surgical methods are somewhat like Arabian Nights to them.

Upon entering the operating room, the song "Good Luck Come" started playing first.

"Uh..." Su Yun paused, his face turning grim.

During the liver transplant surgery, Lao He didn't play the song "Good Luck Come"; Su Yun thought he had no interest in that lousy song.

But who would have thought Lao He continued to tirelessly pursue "perfection."

"Lao He, you're going too far!" Su Yun shouted as he entered.

"Yun Ge'er, here, here." Lao He greeted with a squinting smile, completely disregarding Su Yun's anger.

Using softness to overcome hardness, thickening his skin to feign ignorance, Lao He had mastered it to perfection.

"When will you get sick of this lousy song?" Su Yun asked.

"We'll switch it whenever Zheng Lao Ban gets tired of it, no hesitation. Yun Ge'er, anesthesia is ready, the thoracic and abdominal endoscopic equipment is all set; go scrub up."

Lao He kept deflecting, switching topics with practiced ease.

Su Yun knew Lao He's temperament; after a brief complaint, he turned and asked, "Boss, you take the abdominal side."

He said it so definitively that Zheng Ren couldn't refuse.

"……" Zheng Ren's thought was to do the thoracic side himself and let Su Yun handle the abdominal side, since the abdominal procedure was just insufflation and pressure, not technically difficult.

But Su Yun was obviously extremely interested in thoracic surgery, to the point of not hesitating to shove the boss aside.

The surgery wasn't difficult, likely wouldn't go wrong, and Zheng Ren didn't insist either.

"Alright, lay out the sterile drapes." Zheng Ren said.

Su Yun was in high spirits; the song "Good Luck Come" didn't seem so unpleasant anymore.

After scrubbing and laying the drapes, Su Yun brusquely took the surgeon's position, pushing Fang Lin to the side.

Making the puncture, inserting the trocar—Lao He didn't need reminding; he started single-lung ventilation when most needed. The left lung collapsed, and the thoracic endoscopic field looked impeccable.

Zheng Ren watched the thoracoscope screen, and Su Yun quickly located the endometriotic lesion.

Rupture and leakage—on the surface it differed only slightly from a spontaneous pneumothorax caused by ruptured bullae, but not by much.

No wonder Shao Jinghe had never realized what was happening.

While Su Yun enlarged the excision of the leaking spot, Zheng Ren took the opportunity to insert the laparoscopic equipment and begin insufflation.

Normally, insufflation creates working space for the surgeon. But this time its purpose was to increase abdominal pressure to locate the diaphragmatic rupture point.

Although Zheng Ren knew the location from the system operating room, it was still better to be cautious.

Initially the pressure wasn't set too high; after Su Yun excised the endometriotic lesion and sutured it, filling the thoracic cavity with warm saline, Zheng Ren then began to increase pressure.

Indeed, as expected, when Zheng Ren began pressurizing, bubbles appeared on the thoracoscope screen.

A weak spot in the diaphragm was pushed open by the pressure into a tiny channel.

Shao Jinghe, standing behind, stared dumbfounded; as they say, a top-tier hospital is a top-tier hospital—such a divine maneuver is something he could never have imagined.

Once the location was found, everything else became extremely simple.

He reinforced the diaphragm locally with sutures, ensuring no further leakage; Zheng Ren withdrew the laparoscopic device and began closing the abdomen. Su Yun meanwhile carefully searched for any possible problem points, cleaning the lung and diaphragmatic surfaces of pus.

Twenty minutes later, the surgery ended; after replacing the chest bottle with a new one, Su Yun happily stepped down from the operating table.

"Fang Lin, learn from this." Su Yun said.

The pride in his words was beyond description.

Zheng Ren felt that what could truly make Su Yun happy was still thoracic surgery.

"Boss, the surgery turned out nice, huh?" Su Yun then began to boast with Zheng Ren.

"Nice, Lao He's anesthesia work is also good." Zheng Ren said lightly.

Lao He's face broke into a smile, a withered chrysanthemum.

"You guys are busy, we're heading out first." Zheng Ren turned and left the Operating Room, casually saying hello.

"This Shou Bing is interesting, want to directly look at the right pleural cavity?" Su Yun suggested.

"Let's talk about the onset later, opening both sides of the chest still causes a bit of trauma, and——" Zheng Ren was saying when an abnormal sound came from his ear.

"Bang——"