Chapter 2595: 2502 Doorman——Lin Ge

After all, doctors who come from general surgery and do interventional work have an inherent advantage when they collaborate," Director Xu said.

Mao Chi was curious; he stood up and said, "I'll go take a look in the operating room."

"The line in there keeps tripping; what are you going to see?" Director Xu said. "Besides, it's all equipment in there—better to sit here honestly and watch the surgical field."

"Watching the livestream has no soul." After saying that, Mao Chi put on the mask he'd been holding and walked out.

Without conditions, it's naturally better to watch the surgery via livestream. But when doing surgery in the 912 main operating room, of course it's better to communicate with the surgeon.

Upon arriving at the operating room, it was obvious which operating suite it was without asking—surely the innermost, most spacious hybrid operating room.

Walking into the control room, Mao Chi saw the technician intently watching the surgical procedure. Through the leaded glass, many people were inside.

"How come there are so many people?" Mao Chi asked.

"They're all people who finished surgery but didn't leave the table; standing outside they still couldn't see well, so they put on lead clothing and went in to watch the surgery." The technician glanced at Mao Chi and said helplessly.

And here comes another one.

Usually, when mentioning interventional procedures that involve threading lines, if possible nobody wants to go in.

But for Director Zheng's surgery, everyone seemed to forget the radiation hazard, all crowding in to watch. Mao Chi sighed; it looked like he'd arrived late.

He glanced at the screen; no line tripping for the moment, so he put on a set of lead clothing, opened the airtight lead door, and went in.

"Director Wei, why are your gastroenterology surgery people here to join the fun?" Mao Chi, facing him, saw Director Wei standing at the patient's head, shoving Lao He aside who had been standing there.

Mao Chi muttered to himself, that old fogey really knows the best spots to watch surgery.

"What, just because you split off from general surgery you don't need to learn surgery? Thirty years ago, this was all general surgery's work." Director Wei said.

"Watching it is useless—like you guys could do arterial angiography with a perfusion contrast agent. It's just giving medicine into the peripheral vein; if you can't see clearly, you just guess." Mao Chi, angry that Director Wei had taken the best spot, could only grab a footstool and stand behind Su Yun to watch.

Behind Director Zheng, people were already packed tight, especially those who had to wear lead clothing to watch the surgery, taking up so much space you couldn't squeeze in.

"Director Mao, don't squeeze me." Su Yun said. "The boss's temper's flared up now; if this surgery isn't done well, he'll give me three days of cold shoulder later. You can't see anything, so don't crowd me, I'm telling you."

"Little Feng." Zheng Ren said in a low voice.

"Chief Zheng." Feng Xu Hui had been standing in the corner of the operating room, wearing lead clothing, holding possibly needed consumables, waiting unnoticed for Zheng Ren's summons.

"Give Director Lin a call, have him come keep an eye on things—no more people can enter the operating room." Zheng Ren said while dissecting the tumor near the external carotid artery.

"Okay." Feng Xu Hui responded, turned, placed the consumables on a cart, and walked out.

The lead clothing on him was heavy; as he stepped out, his footsteps made a louder thud.

Mao Chi froze for a moment, a strange feeling welling up inside.

Director Zheng's temper really has gotten big; although there are indeed a lot of people watching the surgery… it's not to the point that a single phone call would summon Director Lin just to guard the door.

But thinking it over, what they're doing doesn't really seem wrong.

I reckon Lin Ge, upon getting the call, will be delighted to come scrambling over. Fortunately I arrived early; if I'd been any later, I probably wouldn't have been able to get into the operating room.

Mao Chi cautiously moved a few centimeters behind Su Yun, found a good angle, and first scanned the surroundings.

To the right of the body were the monitor and ventilator; to the left was the interventional angiography screen; further left, the position on the patient's leg held another screen suspended by a robotic arm, its image a vivid green.

This is the screen of an infrared camera, used to observe the distribution of tumor tissue.

And the device said to be a camera attached to the shadowless lamp is actually not large; its installation is quite clever—it should be right where the lamp's light converges in the middle of the field, i. e., the area the surgeon's gaze can reach.

The space had become quite cramped; standing to Director Zheng's left was the professor from Northern Province and the daughter of the dean of the Medical University Affiliated Hospital. He was still waiting for Director Zheng's instructions; if needed, he would press the button on the high-pressure injector to inject contrast agent into the patient's artery.

It's like treating a bean bun as dry rations—Mao Chi felt a pang of regret.

If the daughter of the dean of the Medical University Affiliated Hospital were working under me, she could never be shoved into a corner of the operating table. Moreover, this kind of surgery where one wears lead clothing to go onto the operating table wouldn't let her up—it's treating women like livestock.

Director Zheng, on the other hand, is fine—the dean's daughter did get up onto the table, but she's standing in a corner wrapped in lead clothing, with zero presence. She's become livestock, yet unnoticed.

How many hours will this surgery take? Surely not less than seven or eight, Mao Chi estimated. Although Director Zheng works fast, orthopedic surgery is basically just that—it's not much better than the orthopedic team-leading professor.

To remove the cervical vertebra and perform a vertebral body replacement, time is needed.

Can one endure wearing lead clothing? Mao Chi wondered.

But he soon stopped thinking about those miscellaneous matters; the surgery continued, and watching Director Zheng's procedure, Mao Chi felt as if he'd entered an art gallery to behold a masterpiece, gradually becoming immersed and unable to pull himself away.

Several minutes later, Lin Ge walked in.

"Director Zheng, do you need something?" Lin Ge was still fastening his mask's strap. He had rushed over in such a hurry that he hadn't even caught his breath.

"Hmm, trouble Director Lin to keep an eye on things; the others who are done with surgery can go back and watch the livestream—the operating room can't hold this many people." Zheng Ren said without lifting his head.

"Okay."

Saying that, Lin Ge glanced at the many directors inside the operating room.

Whether it was Director Wei or Director Mao, their hearts gave a slight jolt; they quickly lowered their heads and focused on watching the surgery.

As for Lin Ge, just pretend he doesn't exist.

With thick skin, standing here, could Lin Ge actually drag people out by force?

In the midst of speaking, Mao Chi saw Director Zheng already beginning to block the external carotid artery, preparing to excise and replace it with an artificial vessel.

The surgery was truly clean and swift—an expanded neck dissection plus external carotid artery replacement—and it was about to finish.

"Director Zheng, Director Wei and the others…" Lin Ge asked after a few seconds of silence.

"They're in the operating room; in a bit we'll have to change position, and they'll help out a little." Zheng Ren lifted his head, looked at Director Wei and Director Mao, and said, "Soon we'll need to set up the posterior cervical approach position—several of you, lend a hand."