Chapter 2916: 2716 After finishing as Inpatient Chief, seeing through the mortal world
2716 After finishing as Inpatient Chief, seeing through the mortal world.
【They said to quickly write a love song……】
Zheng Renhe and Zhao Wenhua raised their hands, took out their phones.
It was Su Yun calling; today afternoon we agreed to go see Director Miao. He had a follow‑up today, not at 912 but at another hospital in Di Du where the examination was done.
Su Yun drove away the Urology Department's Yu Zong, then went to get the lab report and films himself. Yu Zong's side was busy; today alone he had eight laparoscopic kidney cancer resection surgeries, and after finishing them he could leave work in the afternoon.
"How are the follow‑up films?" Zheng Ren asked as the first thing after picking up the phone.
Although the previous few visits showed Director Miao was fine via the system panel, Zheng Ren still habitually regarded this as a big deal.
"As long as you're okay, where are you?"
"Fine, I'll hail a car and go over."
"Sure thing, I just haven't downloaded the software; I'll know how after a quick look."
Zhao Wenhua heard that Zheng Lao Ban had something to do, waited for him to hang up, then immediately asked: "Zheng Lao Ban, are you going out?"
"Yeah, going to see Director Miao."
"It's perfect, I'm free; I'll give you a ride." Zhao Wenhua said sincerely.
Zheng Ren smiled and didn't stand on ceremony.
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Yu Zong was busy.
Surgeries followed one after another, making him feel blissful.
One year as Inpatient Chief ended; he is now in Director Liu's team. Although there are many surgeries, if he finishes the eight surgeries today he can leave work and go home, which still makes him quite happy.
People, living with a thought—when serving as Inpatient Chief there really is no thought. After a day passes, one still has to stay in the hospital, never seeing daylight; that is the most desperate thing.
The eighth surgery, the patient was brought in, and Yu Zong began preoperative preparation.
Strictly verifying the patient's identity, asking the name again, cross‑checking it with the name on the imaging sheet, waiting for the anesthesiologist to administer anesthesia.
After the patient entered the operating room and was connected to the ECG monitor, Yu Zong looked at the values of the regular ECG, finger pulse oxygen saturation, end‑tidal carbon dioxide, invasive central venous pressure, and radial artery blood pressure.
After doing it many times, many things become automatic, turning into a memory rooted in the bones.
A glance is enough to roughly understand the patient's condition; habitually we downplay the normal values—there's nothing to see if nothing's wrong.
One day, eight surgeries—heavy ones first, light ones last; this patient's vital signs are stable, nothing serious.
He sat on a small round stool in the corner of the operating room, watching the anesthesiologist and nurses bustling about.
"Yu Zong, are you looking for a girlfriend this time? I'll introduce you to someone." The circulating nurse said half‑jokingly.
Yu Zong smiled and said, "No house, no car—I'm a standard Phoenix Man; better not set me up."
"You're a doctor from 912; you're not afraid of not finding a girlfriend with good conditions."
"It's not about conditions; the main disagreement is about personality." Yu Zong understood this clearly, so now was a good time to chat casually to kill the loneliness.
During surgery breaks, the director can go to the anesthesiology department's duty room to lie down and rest, or go to his own duty room for a twenty‑minute break. But Yu Zong doesn't have such treatment; however, being young, he doesn't mind this bit of fatigue.
"It's not about household registration or cash flow; it's a personality clash between the striving type and the easy‑going type." Yu Zong said, "This is pretty much the trouble for all Phoenix Men like me, so don't even think about the beautiful idea of a woman over thirty bringing her dowry."
The surgery with Zheng Lao Ban using the Nine‑Section Whip made Yu Zong deeply remember the phrase "a woman over thirty brings her dowry."
"Yo, Yu Zong, you're still thinking about all this." The anesthesiologist smiled and said, "How come you're so mature for your age and still worrying about personality? At your age, as long as things are smooth and orderly, that's enough; personality can be adjusted later."
"Heh." Yu Zong chuckled, "What's the use of being smooth and orderly? After a year as Inpatient Chief, I've let go of everything."
"Others, when they become Inpatient Chief, even look at a sow and find her pleasing to the eye. You, on the other hand—have you seen through the mortal world?" The anesthesiologist asked.
"If there's nothing to do, I just ponder; being idle is being idle. I've gone on blind dates before, and I and the girl felt we had good rapport, but her parents disagreed. Matching doors and doors actually makes sense."
The anesthesiologist chatted with Yu Zong while busying himself with his assistant.
After general anesthesia induction and endotracheal intubation, the patient was placed on machine‑controlled tidal volume ventilation, with sustained inspiration to maintain anesthesia depth.
"Scrub up and set the position." The anesthesiologist said, "Hurry up—finish and go home. Your Old Liu's skill is far inferior to Director Miao's; if Director Miao were here, the surgery would already be done."
Yu Zong didn't speak; you can't say such things about yourself. Saying Director Liu's skill is bad? That would just be making yourself uncomfortable. Saying it's good? That would be a bit conscience‑less. To be honest, Director Liu's skill is not bad, but it's still a bit inferior to Director Miao's.
Especially when it comes to kidney transplants—just a few days ago they performed an autogenous kidney transplant, and Director Liu clearly lacked sufficient experience, taking seven and a half hours to finish.
However, the postoperative recovery was not bad; being able to complete it is enough, and I estimate that when I myself can perform kidney transplants in the future, I will also go through all of this.
This is also because Director Miao usually lets go, not keeping all the opportunities for himself during kidney transplants; he still brings other team‑leading professors along. If Director Miao were stingy and didn't give others a chance, Director Liu wouldn't be doing them now.
His mind in a turmoil, Yu Zong went to scrub up and lay out the sheets.
After laying out the sheets, Yu Zong said, "Brother Xiu, call the director up."
At this point we begin the preoperative preparations, which will take at least ten minutes; just then Director Liu went up to scrub, and everything was seamless, perfect to the utmost.
The patient was in the left lateral decubitus position, needing a right kidney cancer surgery. Yu Zong did a final check, then cross‑checked with the anesthesiologist, laid out the sheets, and quietly waited for Director Liu to finish scrubbing and go up.
"Little Yu, insert the insufflation needle." Director Liu said.
"Okay."
The patient in left lateral decubitus, the insufflation needle was inserted at the right mid‑axillary line above the iliac crest, a 10 mm Veress needle placed to establish pneumoperitoneum, with intra‑abdominal pressure set at 15 mmHg.
Then, under direct laparoscopic vision, two more trocars were placed below the anterior and posterior axillary lines at the rib cage.
After that, Director Liu went up, and the two began the surgery.
Director Liu's skill is not low either; the anesthesiologist had only just complained a little. With eight surgeries a day, we still have to do them back‑to‑back—can't give him two operating rooms, we finish one then move to the next; finishing them is already good.
Opening the renal fascia and perirenal fat to dissect, Director Liu operated delicately and the dissection went smoothly. The patient himself is young, without hypertension, coronary heart disease or other comorbidities, and the original lesion is relatively simple, making him an easy case.
Separating the renal hilum, exposing the renal artery and vein and the renal pelvis.
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