Chapter 335: 328 Surgery successful!

328 Surgery successful!

Because he was in surgery, Zheng Ren didn't dare delay, he entered the system space and directly clicked to purchase surgical training time.

The system operating room rose up from the ground, and the experimental subject's condition was very similar to Yang Lili's.

In this regard, Zheng Ren sincerely felt the system was very fair.

The purpose is clear, one can get the training they most want.

That's enough.

Because it was only esophageal repair and mediastinal pleura repair, Zheng Ren also didn't exchange much surgical time; five hours, he thought it was enough.

Esophageal repair is not a major surgery like esophageal cancer resection, and it's completely different from the difficult upper esophageal cancer radical surgery.

In terms of suturing, that's enough; no special skill is needed at all.

Zheng Ren, out of caution, trained for a few hours in the system operating room; otherwise he'd always fear that a slip would cause a mistake, leading to poor postoperative recovery for the patient, or even death.

If that happened, he'd regret it for life.

In five hours, Zheng Ren performed over thirty surgeries—just repairing the mediastinal pleura and esophagus, simple as can be.

As the surgical training time ended, Zheng Ren came out of the system space.

He still held the scalpel in his hand; Su Yun found it a bit strange and asked, 'Boss, what are you thinking about?'

'Thinking the gastric tube might need to stay a few more days post-op,' Zheng Ren answered offhand.

With a raise of the hand and a fall of the knife, the scalpel extended the patient's mediastinal pleura wound; blunt dissection located the esophageal wall.

Sure enough, there was a damaged point on the esophageal wall, less than 0.5 cm.

Su Yun probed with the hemostatic forceps; this point penetrated one side of the esophageal wall. If not discovered, postoperative digestive fluids would prevent healing here, possibly leading to an esophagotracheal fistula, or even a bronchopleural fistula.

But,

As long as it's discovered,

everything is easy to say.

Director Pan's face instantly relaxed, his chest puffed out higher.

Although he didn't even glance at thoracic surgery's Zhang Linyou, Director Zhang, his meaning was clear—'Your diagnosis is no good, your surgery is no good; compared to my troops, you're far worse!'

Director Sun felt happy, as if a flower bloomed in his heart.

His unfounded confidence actually made sense; an esophageal injury, if found, is just a minor issue—at worst the gastric tube stays a few more days.

Even if not sutured, the problem probably wouldn't be big.

But if it isn't discovered, the matter becomes serious.

Director Zhang Linyou, it's your turn today.

Director Sun chuckled, wanting to see Director Zhang Linyou's expression after eating whatever, but looking around, he actually couldn't find Director Zhang.

'Where's Director Zhang?' Director Sun asked cheerfully.

'Just went out,' Chu Yan zhi said offhand; she was feeling stifled today. With so many people, wanting to be a bit lively is impossible.

The room was full of people; although the operating room should have as few people as possible, this patient was an urgently named case in the city, the hospital director had come, and if the heads of other related departments didn't show up, they'd fear future days would be unpleasant.

As for the impact on the patient…… we won't consider that much for now.

Such a situation is nothing surprising; everyone present knows it clearly.

Before, a department-level leader returned home to visit relatives; his hometown was a poor, remote area near Hai Cheng. Because conditions were harsh and the schedule tight, the leader caught a cold upon returning home.

The local small hospital had no special medicine; not even things like Tamiflu or peramivir, anti‑flu specials, had they even heard of them.

The doctors there gave the leader three days of dexamethasone; his symptoms improved greatly. The leader was very pleased and fully praised the township hospital's medical standard.

When the leader later came to Hai Cheng, everyone at City First Hospital was at a loss.

This matter—what do you say we should do?

With normal treatment, there's at least a two‑to‑three‑day recovery period; during that time some flu symptoms will still appear.

How will the leaders view it?

The medical standard of Haicheng Shi Yiyuan is actually worse than that of a township health station!

This damn isn't just nonsense!

So, at Haicheng Shi Yiyuan, besides giving the proper treatment, they also administered two days of dexamethasone to relieve symptoms.

As for the future…… the leader isn't always going back to the capital, is he? The doctors in the capital are all so capable; they'll surely find a way. (Note 1)

It's just this strange, like the wild histories say— the emperor can't even get fresh tea, only aged old tea. Everyone's afraid……

Understanding worldly affairs is scholarship; the principle is basically the same.

Today's situation is the same: a crowd in the operating room, afraid that when the city‑valued patient is being rescued, they themselves won't be present.

If someone with intent pins a charge of being organization‑less on you…… that would be screwed.

With so many people, if a few slip away, besides someone like Chu Yan zhi—full of energy, countless calories waiting to burn—who would notice Director Zhang Linyou sneaking off after seeing the esophageal rupture?

Upon discovering the esophageal rupture, Su Yun smiled faintly. He reached out, but unexpectedly grasped at empty air.

Zheng Ren was slightly faster; the needle holder with fine thread was immediately slapped into his hand.

Su Yun stared for a moment, realizing Zheng Ren's technique was practiced—definitely not his first thoracic surgery.

He felt a bit dazed—what else could this guy not do?

Some small details of suturing the esophagus, Zheng Ren did them very well—even better than if Su Yun did it himself…… definitely not as good as himself, Su Yun thought, but this guy actually did a decent job.

After suturing the esophageal rupture, suturing the mediastinal pleura, rinsing again, seeing no bloody fluid, Zheng Ren and Su Yun began to close the chest.

'Boss, you're also pretty familiar with thoracic surgery, right?' Su Yun asked.

'A little.' Zheng Ren replied.

…… Su Yun immediately recalled the scene in the capital, when President Wang almost had his jaw drop from surprise.

Using the same move repeatedly is useless against Su Yun. He unconsciously blew at his black forehead hair, a gust of hot wind blowing onto his mask.

Su Yun shook their head.

Closing the chest was a bit more complicated than closing the abdomen, but not by much.

The two had worked together for a while, their coordination extremely high. With Xie Yiren beside them, one sutured, one tied knots and cut thread; four hands flew up and down, and in five or six minutes the chest closure was finished.

Meanwhile, Yang Lei was still suturing the skin, huffing and puffing.

"The surgery succeeded." Director Pan glanced at the monitor and said.

"Hmm." Dean Xiao had his hands behind his back and said: "Postoperative perioperative treatment must be strictly observed; if there are any difficulties, contact the Medical Department and the Hospital Office directly. Spare no effort to ensure a successful rescue."

After saying that, Dean Xiao turned and left the operating room.

But before he could turn, Ding Zhongtai came running in, flustered, and said softly: "Dean, while the ambulance was rescuing, it rear-ended a Porsche. The car owner is now at the traffic police brigade, making a fuss."

"Hmm?" Dean Xiao hadn't noticed the scrape on the ambulance's front bumper at the time, had no idea about this, and looked puzzled at Ding Zhongtai.

Director Pan snorted coldly and said: "The ambulance's dashcam has the relevant footage; making a fuss, does he still have the nerve to do so?"

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Note 1: This is a true story.