Chapter 58

【I have nothing more to say, I don't know if the great master will accept disciples.】

【I beg to know which hospital the great master is at; I can no longer suppress the thought of going there for further study.】

【The 50-meter Shou Bing knife is hungry and thirsty; I'll go up on stage now, everyone wait for my good news.】

In Xinglin Yuan, the barrage of 666 filled the live broadcast room.

Afterwards there's nothing new, similar to suturing in an opening-skin Shou Bing, the battle is settled in two or three Minutes.

Only a few people anxiously stared at the operator's actions via the barrage; they are the veterans of this live broadcast room, having seen the method of using biological gel to adhere the fat layer, fearing they might miss something.

But afterwards it was very plain, completely following what the textbook says, step by step, without any deviation.

If one must point out a difference, it's that the operator in the live broadcast room acts very steadily, each step is very Clarity, intention clear.

A surgery that looks like it has a difficulty coefficient of 9.5 was actually completed without a ripple, but many people didn't see where the real point lies.

Even if they are attending physicians or deputy chief physicians, having done dozens or even hundreds of Shou Bing procedures, but the real point is understood by only a small portion of people.

"He has no assistant, who is holding the mirror for him?" Director Liu's eyes were tightly closed, afraid to see even a trace of Zheng Ren's Shou Bing picture. He muttered to himself, no matter how he tried, he couldn't understand.

The so-called mirror-holding is for the assistant to help the operator fix the endoscope's field of view and range; it's the same role as the retractor assistant in ordinary open Shou Bing, only more important.

No one is pulling the retractor, but at least there are automatic retractors and other instruments.

But if the endoscope isn't fixed, or even fails to keep up with the operator's actions, it will impact the Shou Bing process.

Director Liu couldn't fathom how Zheng Ren, without any assistant, could finish a laparoscopic cholecystectomy surgery in just over ten Minutes.

Cen Meng heard Director Liu's muttering and was stunned for a moment. He took out his phone and sent a WeChat message.

Soon, the WeChat message was replied.

Looking at that message, Cen Meng gave a wry smile. Without an assistant, the one holding the mirror turned out to be the equipment nurse Xie Yiren……

Just like that, one laparoscopic cholecystectomy surgery was completed?

Yes, just like that it was completed.

Zheng Ren sutured the skin; although there were only three incisions less than 1 cm, he still habitually used absorbable thread for subcutaneous continuous suturing.

"Chief Zheng, do you have OCD?" Xie Yiren began tidying up the Shou Bing instruments; seeing Zheng Ren continuously suturing, she felt Find Amusing.

Such incisions only need a corner needle, No. 7 thread, or No. 4 thread to be done with a single acupuncture stitch, but Zheng Ren would rather spend a bit more effort to do continuous suturing.

"Hehe, always thinking about being more perfect." Zheng Ren said with a laugh.

The Shou Bing completion degree in the upper right of the field of view became 100% after the last wound's continuous suturing was finished.

Zheng Ren was very satisfied.

The training effect of Shou Bing conducted in the System Operating Room was very good.

Zheng Ren knew the difficulty of this Shou Bing. But he couldn't resist having done many; in the System Operating Room, he had performed this kind of extremely high-difficulty Shou Bing no less than a hundred times.

It's just a matter of practiced skill, that's all.

The Shou Bing ended, general anesthesia wore off, the patient was transported, and the removed gallbladder was sent for pathology.

The patient's family members anxiously waiting at the door sat on hard plastic chairs, feeling restless and uneasy.

One of his classmates was leading a team at a certain tertiary Hospital in Di Du; recently they'd had little contact, and he wondered if it would be too pushy to look him up only when needed. After hesitating a few seconds, he picked up his phone, opened WeChat, and began to consult.

Soon, the other side replied—this kind of gallbladder inflammation Shou Bing is very difficult to perform. Especially, the ultrasound indicated severe gallbladder wall edema, showing it had been stimulated by inflammation for several days.

The patient's son's mood immediately sank.

"There's nothing to be done; hepatic injury from acute poisoning is the most common complication. Antibiotics can't completely prevent it—I once met a patient who drank pesticide, his liver damage was severe, he kept using antibiotics, and still ended up with fungal growth, and still developed gallbladder inflammation." The classmate chattered on WeChat.

Although it sounded like advice, it just piled another big stone onto the patient's son's heart.

"If you'd told me earlier, just drive over here; at least the Shou Bing success rate could be higher by 30%. This kind of Shou Bing requires patiently separating adhesions, and at least three hours off the table, not counting anesthesia time and wake‑up time. All together, that's four or five hours—don't rush."

He stabbed again.

"Moreover, I estimate the likelihood of completing this with a laparoscope is low; most likely the doctor will soon ask you to sign again and switch to open Shou Bing."

On that side, the classmate replied with another message.

People who study or work in medicine generally have low emotional intelligence; they speak very directly, similar to the patient's son's classmate.

Just as he said that, the door of the Operating Room opened, and Zheng Ren pushed out a Shou Bing cart.

The patient's son quickly put his phone down, his heart fluttered with anxiety, and he rushed over.

"Chief Zheng, do you need to sign? Is it to transfer to open Shou Bing because the Shou Bing isn't going smoothly?" The patient's son asked anxiously, not even noticing the flat cart behind Zheng Ren.

"The Shou Bing went very smoothly." Zheng Ren said: "Want to see the removed gallbladder?"

"……" Very smooth? The patient's son was a bit bewildered.

How long have you been in the Operating Room? It seems less than an hour, and there's still anesthesia time and wake‑up time. My classmates told me all that, but wasn't it supposed to be four or five hours?

Zheng Ren saw the patient's son looking dazed, standing there foolishly, not saying a word and not coming over to help move the patient.

"What's wrong? Come give me a hand." Zheng Ren said.

"Um..." The patient's son finally came to his senses a little, anxiously asking: "Are the adhesions severe?"

"Yes, the adhesions are severe."

"How could it be done so fast?" The more the patient's son asked, the less confident he felt. Could it be that when the Shou Bing was opened and found too difficult, they just closed the abdomen? Rumors like that are widespread; many have heard of them.

"Is there a relation between high difficulty and taking a long time?" Zheng Ren pushed the Shou Bing cart, saying: "Call the Elevator."

The patient's son hurriedly went to call the Elevator, then came back and pulled the cart from the front, steering it.

He was somewhat confused: shouldn't a high‑difficulty Shou Bing be done slowly? Why does Doctor Zheng's explanation differ from my Understanding?

The Shou Bing was done too fast; the relatives and friends who were on their way after hearing the news were still halfway, and the patient had already been sent back to the ward.

After returning, Zheng Ren saw that the patient's vital signs on the ECG Monitor were very stable, so he went back to the doctor's office to give orders.

Other family members arrived, and the patient's son then left for the Operating Room; he wanted to see what the gallbladder looked like after being cut.

After stating his purpose, the Operating Room nurse took out the gallbladder using the contaminated basin for pathology specimens.

A slender piece of gallbladder tissue was placed inside; its surface was smooth, and the pus and membrane had been cleanly separated, then set aside.

The patient's son saw no bloodstain above, and only then felt relieved. For ordinary people, whether there is bleeding or not is a big deal. No bleeding means the Shou Bing was successful. He took a Photo as a keepsake.

Just as he was about to return to the ward, his WeChat rang.

He opened it and saw it was his classmate.

"Don't panic, Hai Cheng's medical standard may be average, but removing a gallbladder is still no problem." His classmate comforted him in a tone that made one's hair stand on end.

"The Shou Bing is already done, everything went smoothly." The patient's son replied with a message.

"!!!!!" His classmate typed five exclamation marks in a row.

"Really." The patient's son casually sent the Photo he had just taken.

Gallbladder, pus membrane, connective tissue—everything was clear.

Pathological specimens from ordinary Shou Bing would never have pus membrane. Because during the dissection, the pus membrane breaks into strips, making it impossible to send.

But the Photo showed the pus membrane and connective tissue completely intact, stripped off and placed beside the gallbladder. The gallbladder was spotless, the anatomical layers clearly distinct.

"When did Hai Cheng have such an awesome doctor!" His classmate exclaimed on WeChat.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would never believe anyone could remove a gallbladder so cleanly.

Seeing his classmate's reply, the patient's son felt a surge of pride.

Chief Zheng of City First Hospital is just that awesome!