Chapter 2347

Intubation anesthesia completed, Lao He stood between the two monitors, simultaneously watching the data of both devices.

He felt a bit strained.

Time was limited, so it was impossible to aggregate all data from the ventilator, monitors, micro-pumps, and possibly needed IABP etc., and display them together on a central integrated system.

Making do with what was available, that was all he could do. Lao He's head moved back and forth, checking vital signs, various data flashing in his mind. At this moment, Lao He became the brain, commanding his own hands—the Chu Family Sisters adjusted the various values.

What was once his lifelong enemy suddenly became his right and left hand; this feeling was quite strange.

However, in these few brief days, Lao He had gradually grown accustomed to it.

"Midazolam, big pair 3.5mg, small pair 3.1mg."

"Ketamine, big pair 32mg, small pair 27mg."

"Ketamine micro-pump, big pair 75mg/kg/h, small pair 62mg/kg/h."

Lao He issued orders one by one; Da Chu and Xiao Chu silently and swiftly executed them, their movements perfectly synchronized, like an anesthesiologist performing anesthesia in front of a mirror.

It was only that the drug dosages differed slightly, but this minute difference was something only Lao He could perceive.

"IPPM pressurized to 15cmH2O."

"Tidal volume, big pair..."

Lao He spoke calmly and coldly, without a trace of emotion. From the very start, he entered the zone.

Zheng Lao Ban's gaze seemed omnipresent; as the operation officially began, the first and only opportunity lay before them.

No mistakes were allowed, and there was no chance to start over after a mistake.

Lao He stopped wandering thoughts; his lifelong enemy also became his right and left hand, fully displaying the rich experience and skilled control he had accumulated throughout his life.

In the operating room, the song of Good Luck Come echoed.

Su Yun seemed not to hear the song he usually hated most; he focused all his attention on the surgery about to be completed.

His finger twitched slightly, recalling the previous sensation.

During this period, under the effect of extraordinary talent and continuous surgical training, his surgical skill improved rapidly. By now, Su Yun did not know how much his surgery had improved, or to what extent.

As for the boss… let him cooperate with me.

After dressing, Su Yun took the oval forceps and tray, disinfected the conjoined twin with povidone-iodine, then laid out the sterile drape.

The operating field was small, after all it was an infant; for Su Yun, who was accustomed to performing major open-chest surgeries, this feeling was slightly awkward.

Although he had done countless surgical trainings, he still could not get used to it.

Standing before the operating table, he reached out; the hemostatic forceps clamping gauze was slapped into his palm.

Then the electrocautery was slapped onto the conjoined twin's leg.

Su Yun didn't look up; he knew the willow leaf blade would surely be slapped into his boss's palm. At this moment, all he needed to do was to assist, helping his boss with the liver separation.

His own stage, after the chest was opened.

The surgery proceeded extremely quickly, almost no different from the simulation; Su Yun was shocked by his boss's stability.

The difference between real surgery and simulation was huge, but his boss merely used his own skill to fill that enormous gap. After witnessing this, Su Yun was not surprised; instead, he felt much more reassured.

Amid the buzzing of the ultrasonic scalpel, the liver was separated bit by bit. The technique was skilled and stable, without a single leak.

After finishing the liver, Su Yun's confidence greatly increased.

What he had worried about most before was that the simulation model differed from a real person, but after seeing his boss's surgery, he knew that even if he made a mistake, his boss would make up for it.

With him around, he really felt reassured.

Su Yun habitually exhaled; warm air surged inside the mask, causing his eyelashes to tremble slightly.

After the chest was opened, Lao He's voice came continuously.

He kept watching the infusion speed of each drug and the timing of administering heart-rate-lowering medications.

All of this was exactly the same as the rehearsal surgery, yet Su Yun did not relax; on the contrary, he felt somewhat tense.

According to the drill, the Chu pair should now administer drugs to lower the conjoined twin's heart rate. Each person's drug concentration and speed differed, and they had to reference each other's data.

This was the so-called most difficult step; without the Chu Family Sisters, this step could not possibly be completed.

But could the Chu Family Sisters actually manage it?

If the beat error exceeded five per minute, Su Yun believed the surgery could be declared a failure.

Even the boss could not smoothly separate the atrial connection site amidst mutually tugging different heart rates.

One heart rose to his throat; Su Yun narrowed his eyes, gazing at the two small hearts joined together.

Thump—thump thump~~ thump thump thump~~~

Soon, the heart rate slowed, and the beating speed gradually approached uniformity.

It actually worked; Su Yun narrowed his eyes even more, his gaze fixed on the two small hearts like a blade.

Almost uniform! The error… not to mention five per minute, even one per minute seemed nonexistent.

The two hearts beat in sync, clearing the final obstacle for the surgery!

Su Yun pressed his lips tightly beneath the mask, waiting for his moment to shine.

The willow leaf blade cut down; the suction device immediately moved in, the pressure just right, drawing away the blood to expose the surgical field for the operator.

Zheng Ren was not nervous; this scene had been performed nearly ten times in the system operating room.

Perhaps this was not the surgical training he had succeeded in the most, but finally, because the surgical training time was exhausted, he had no choice but to leave the system operating room.

The assistant system was basically a gold‑eating beast; Zheng Ren was also speechless.

Cutting, separating, with blood spurting, at the instant the suction device opened the operating field, he continued to operate.

Zheng Ren didn't even lift his head to look once.

He believed Lao He, believed the Chu Family Sisters, believed Su Yun, believed the one standing beside him, as long as he stretched out his hand, the instrument he needed would slap into his palm — Xie Yiren.

This time, he was not fighting alone; the team's existence made the impossible Shou Bing possible.

As the connected atria were cut open, Zheng Ren seemed to feel that Lao He, standing 2.23 meters to his left, seemed to exhale a breath.

But,

Shou Bing,

The most difficult part,

It has just begun!

He reaches out, the patch and needle holder slap into his palm. Zheng Ren sutures Su Yun's atrial side, and Su Yun sutures Zheng Ren's atrial side.

Four hands intertwine, one moving clockwise, the other counterclockwise, they begin to move.

Under Zeiss's microscope, the field of view is so vast, Zheng Renyi does double duty. Not only must he observe his own operating field, but he must also attend to Su Yun's speed.

This kind of opposite-direction suturing has an extremely low tolerance for error. Once a mistake is made, all previous effort is wasted.

But Su Yun seems to perform at a level higher than any surgical training; Zheng Ren hardly makes any concessions, and the two proceed with the surgery at the fastest speed.

Time passes minute by minute.

The patch at the separated heart part has been sutured; the song of Good Luck Come seems even more melodious.