Chapter 2760: 2562, you're here to observe? Well, you've come at a good time

2562, you're here to observe? Well, you've come at a good time.

Director Qiu was dumbfounded.

MD! How could I not have met such an awesome young person? If I did, he'd surely be my inner disciple, held in my palm awaiting succession.

"The patient's airway is probably deformed, be careful." Seeing Su Yun preparing the intubation kit, Director Qiu immediately cautioned.

"Oh, Director Qiu, you have rich clinical experience." Su Yun said in surprise: "Patients with mandibular deformities often have airway deformities too, you know that."

Director Qiu laughed helplessly, being praised by a young doctor for his rich clinical experience?

But he then realized that Doctor Su actually knew this! After years of encountering a few intubation-into-esophagus mistakes, he'd summarized them into this conclusion, never expecting Doctor Su to know it as well.

"Tidal volume 500ml, respiratory rate 12 per minute."

Just as Director Qiu was dazed, he heard Su Yun's voice: "Intubation done? That's pretty fast, not slower than me."

Director Qiu immediately started adjusting the ventilator settings; as soon as he took over, he felt completely at ease.

Working alongside an expert is still very comfortable; the worries beforehand never happened. Last night Director Qiu had been thinking about inviting Boss Zheng to the stage, but just recently the hospital director, during on-site office hours, had just slammed the table and scolded all the surgical department heads, a rule he himself had set.

We haven't even passed the new year yet, and I'm already breaking the rule.

If it were just a regular surgery, it'd be fine, but this operation to replace the valve in a massively enlarged left atrium with insufficient mitral closure has who knows how many people in the hospital watching.

This is a slap in my own face!

He wanted to curry favor with Boss Zheng, but not go overboard and cause public outrage in the hospital, so he could only handle everything himself. Director Qiu, worried about mishaps, arranged a highly skilled anesthesiologist as an assistant, standing outside the operating room, ready to rush in at his call.

If something really went wrong, the surgical staff probably wouldn't have time to bother him.

Everything had been planned thoroughly, yet the fact left Director Qiu astonished and overjoyed. Working with Doctor Su was delightful; he performed all tasks swiftly and skillfully, comparable to the best anesthesiologist.

No wonder his skill came from practicing on white mice, but how does he handle the ventilator when anesthetizing a mouse? Does he just squeeze a rubber ball by hand?

After that pleasant experience, Director Qiu entered a state of sage-like reflection and immediately began to wander in thought.

"Boss, give me a hand, don't just stand there like a statue." Su Yun, using the ultrasound probe to locate the blood vessel, said: "Why not pour a concrete sculpture later and put it in the operating room as a guardian? By the way, doing surgery without that lame 'Good Luck Come' song feels empty."

Zheng Ren smiled, turned around, and came back to help.

Director Qiu instinctively tried to grab the probe, but his angle was blocked by Su Yun, with the ventilator beside him.

"Director Qiu, just handle the ventilator." Zheng Ren said, "My ultrasound skills are fine."

Under ultrasound guidance, a central venous catheter was placed via the right internal jugular vein to monitor CVP; the initial CVP was 10 mmHg.

The procedure itself isn't difficult; Boss Zheng performed it cleanly and swiftly, without hesitation. In the time Director Qiu was dazed, the initial CVP measurement was already finished.

"Monitor PETCO2, BIS, nasal and rectal temperatures. Circulating nurse, is the warming blanket laid?" Zheng Ren asked in a low voice.

"It's laid." The circulating nurse was a bit busy; today Director Qiu brought two unfamiliar faces onto the stage, she thought they were interns. One young man looked quite handsome, and the nurse planned to take a closer look when she had a moment.

I didn't expect these two to be so skilled; everything was clear from the start, they spoke plainly and directly—clearly seasoned anesthesiologists.

Indeed, they even asked about the warming blanket.

"Maintain anesthesia with 1% to 1.5% sevoflurane, propofol, and sufentanil infusion." Zheng Ren said, taking off his gloves.

"Eh." Director Qiu immediately replied.

Before the surgery even started, Director Qiu had already become a mere assistant, while Zheng Ren naturally took over the lead in anesthesia, and he didn't feel anything wrong about it.

Zheng Ren has always been unrestrained in this regard; when he first arrived at 912 and encountered a patient with malignant hyperthermia, he directly ordered Anesthesiology Department Director Xu to squat down and check urine output. In emergency resuscitation, when things get urgent, even the heavenly king couldn't stop it—no matter who you are.

Even though the surgery hasn't begun yet, he subconsciously feels like the king of this room, with everything needing to be under his control.

He is like a male lion surveying his territory, allowing no one to interject.

Director Qiu didn't even bother thinking about how Boss Zheng was; all of this was expected, whether it's the Nobel Prize or what he experienced yesterday—it silently demonstrates this point.

"Director Qiu, thank you for your trouble today."

Soon, two middle-aged doctors entered the operating room and greeted Director Qiu.

"No trouble, if you keep the surgery steady and quick, that's already a big help for me." Director Qiu said: "I have other things this afternoon; can we finish in five to six hours?"

"Director Qiu, we'd love to finish the battle in one hour, but the situation doesn't allow it." The younger assistant, being cheeky, joked with Director Qiu: "We're not Boss Zheng, but the other day we watched him do a double valve replacement—he did it really well."

"What Boss Zheng, don't talk nonsense." The older surgeon said: "Focus on the surgery, don't keep thinking about going to 912 for further study."

"Eh."

Director Qiu glanced at Zheng Ren out of the corner of his eye, seeing Boss Zheng seemingly oblivious to the recent intangible rainbow-flattery, he felt curious. Moreover, Boss Zheng showed no emotion, so it was impossible to tell if he liked such talk, and he didn't continue mentioning Boss Zheng being in this operating room.

These two doctors usually watch the surgery livestream from Xinglin Yuan, so they wouldn't say anything to upset Boss Zheng—Director Qiu could be sure of that.

The more intangible rainbow-flattery the better, who doesn't like hearing something pleasant? Director Qiu therefore decided not to reveal Boss Zheng's identity.

"Hey, the assistant changed? Are you two here for further study, or did Director Qiu bring a doctor?" The assistant and the young doctor who had earlier brought the patient started chatting while positioning the patient.

It seems this person's habit is also to chat during surgery to ease tension.

"Uh..." Director Qiu didn't understand what Boss Zheng meant, so he looked at Zheng Ren seeking his opinion.

"We're from another hospital here to observe; Director Qiu brought us to watch the surgery to broaden our horizons." Zheng Ren said, eyes narrowed, expressing his goodwill.

"Observing? Well, you've caught a good time. This is such a major surgery that hardly anyone nationwide can pull it off." The assistant laughed: "Only our director would dare to try."