Chapter 2398: with translation of chapter title

Alliance Leader

Director Xia, Zheng Lao Ban

He even brought his own instruments; surely he has some special need, he thought.

【7】 Hu Yan Hui, Zheng Ren

Director Xia's finger twitched slightly; he didn't notice Zheng Lao Ban lifting the warm saline gauze, lowering his head to look at the operating field, and his right hand reached out.

"Hu Yan Hui", "Zheng Ren", "Surgery live broadcast". Also "live broadcast glasses" not named.

Xie Yiren, Zheng Ren

This must be the hemostatic forceps familiar to Zheng Lao Ban, so the instrument nurse didn't even look and just slapped one over. Director Xia thought, seeking the reason for their unspoken understanding.

But that instrument box was full of a futuristic tech feel, like watching a movie, which left Director Xia somewhat astonished.

"Pa~" the hemostatic forceps in his hand trembled slightly, and a voice came, "You're doing the surgery, Director Xia."

Director Xia withdrew his slightly greedy gaze and fixed his eyes on the operating field.

What will Zheng Lao Ban do? Director Xia stared intently at the operating field, not daring to lose focus. Just being tapped on the hemostatic forceps was already polite; if he couldn't keep up with the surgery and got tapped all the way, he really wouldn't be fit to be a person.

After a few seconds, Director Xia fell completely silent.

He hadn't spoken originally; his silence wasn't just in words, but his whole person.

Zheng Lao Ban's surgical movements weren't slow, but they weren't particularly fast either. Yet this plain, unadorned motion seemed to contain some power, quickly separating the first and second jejunal branches and the colonic return branch, each suspended with a vascular occlusion band in preparation for occlusion.

At this point, Zheng Lao Ban had already begun to find the superior mesenteric artery along the left side of the superior mesenteric vein.

Director Xia knew this wasn't about speed or steadiness, but an extreme familiarity with the patient's anatomical structure.

The shortest distance between two points is a straight line, a geometric axiom. But when applied to surgery, who knows how many abnormal proliferating vessels and abnormal anatomical structures lie between those two points?

And Zheng Lao Ban's movements were concise and clean, carrying a rhythm that could be called mysterious.

After just watching over ten seconds of the surgery, Director Xia had the illusion that it would take how many anatomy teachers to feed such proficient anatomical skill!

Originally he thought the gap between himself and Zheng Lao Ban shouldn't be big, but as soon as Zheng Lao Ban got his hands on it, Director Xia realized he was still far behind.

This gap even surpassed that between flying birds and fish; he just stood there beside Zheng Lao Ban, clueless, wanting to help but not knowing how. Apart from the assistant opposite him, nobody else even had a chance to lend a hand.

Director Xia was suddenly struck into a daze, all emotions vanished, and he fell silent.

He watched Zheng Lao Ban open the sheath of the superior mesenteric artery, separate the superior mesenteric artery, then loop an occlusion band around it. The hemostatic forceps and blunt scissors in his hand seemed to gain a will of their own, separating upward along the superior mesenteric artery to behind the pancreas.

The patient's superior mesenteric artery had not yet been invaded, and then the ultrasonic knife sounded, pop-pop-pop, snapping off tiny branches and ligating the middle colonic vein.

Director Xia

Director Xia knew that after the basics, surgery becomes a skilled trade; repeating a procedure over and over until one feels nauseated, it steadily improves until reaching one's bottleneck.

Zheng Lao Ban

Zheng Lao Ban's hands never hesitated; he seemed never to fear a misoperation, each step done with such confidence and ease.

After completing the separation of the middle colic artery, Zheng Ren waited two seconds, then tapped the hemostatic forceps in Director Xia's hand with his own forceps.

Zheng Ren

Director Xia thought he wouldn't be needed at all, but after being tapped on the hemostatic forceps again, he panicked and performed vascular protection.

Su Yun, Director Xia, Zheng Ren, Boss

The words were like a whip, lashing Director Xia's cheeks with a pop-pop sound.

"It's fine, Director Xia can just do anything." Zheng Ren said lightly.

"It's stuck tight; can we cut it?" Su Yun asked.

"Looking at the situation, there's no metastatic lesion around for now; we can resect."

Director Xia sighed again in his heart; the natural barrier he thought existed seemed not to exist in Zheng Lao Ban's eyes.

"Can it be cut, can't it be cut"—the same words carry different understandings. When Zheng Lao Ban says whether it can be cut, he isn't referring to whether the surgery can be done, but to the patient's condition.

If there are too many metastatic tumor lesions, there's no need to operate. Only when the benefit outweighs the harm does surgery have value.

"It looks no different from the pre-op images." Su Yun suddenly blurted out.

Zheng Ren ignored him and instead began marking the pre-resection line on the stomach, dealing with the greater and lesser omentum, and cutting off the left gastric artery branch.

Director Xia knew this was Zheng Lao Ban's assistant again dissing him.

Seeing no difference from the pre-op images, he first habitually used the laparoscope, then couldn't proceed.

Director Xia

Director Xia also didn't know who he was cursing—whether it was Zheng Lao Ban's assistant or himself. He just muttered a complaint in his heart, trying not to listen to that handsome assistant's idle chatter, who was as popular as a top-tier internet celebrity.

"Please help me make a linear cut." Xie Yiren's clear voice rang out.

It sounded so good that Director Xia's spirits lifted, then he gave a wry smile. Was he so tense from being dissed that even a casual remark sounded as pleasant as an echo in an empty valley?

The linear cutter stapler performed a partial gastrectomy; up to now, the surgery had taken… Director Xia glanced at the electronic timer, which showed 11 minutes.

Damn fast—Director Xia, who originally didn't believe an hour could finish the surgery, now believes it.

This surgery, which can be completed in an hour, and it looks like both Zheng Lao Ban and his assistant have plenty of stamina to spare.

Separate the pancreatic upper margin, resect the fifth lymph node group, ligate the RGA, dissect out the CHA and PHA, expose the GDA, then after dual processing of the No. 7 line and vascular line, ligate.

Where caution is needed, be cautious; where boldness is called for, be bold—everything in the surgical process seems to pose no difficulty at all.

Director Xia looked at the tumor adhesion at the superior mesenteric vein, still somewhat puzzled. Zheng Lao Ban was following the normal surgical sequence, completely ignoring the point he considered the most difficult and impossible to complete.

The tumor invasion of the superior mesenteric Vein, what should he do?