Chapter 748: line with translation of chapter title

Zheng Ren savored the warm embrace, watching the lovely figure, his whole self entranced.

He was exhausted, to the point he could no longer feel it.

Only whenever forced to eat, he would eat while dozing off.

This could also be considered a brand‑new skill; Zheng Ren joked about himself.

Without more medical staff, he could only shoulder greater responsibility and perform more surgeries.

This is also the only thing Zheng Ren can do.

He paid no attention to the Medical Department staff asking whether surgery could be livestreamed; he merely grasped the literal meaning, nodded, and then forgot about it.

The warm embrace was like a dose of good medicine, dispelling all negative effects; Zheng Ren felt his energy renewed, as if he were in the emergency operating room of Haicheng City First Hospital.

He felt he could keep doing surgeries for days and nights without tiring.

Xie Yiren went to scrub up; Zheng Ren smiled slightly, and without realizing it, laughed out loud.

Su Yun looked disdainfully at Zheng Ren's back as he went to scrub; she really wanted to snap at him a couple of times, but she was too exhausted, truly lacking the energy.

……

In the demonstration room, seven or eight doctors lay or sat haphazardly.

They were all staff from related departments who had been rotated off duty and could rest a while; no one went to the on‑call room to sleep, but instead they all came together to the demonstration room to watch the surgery.

Some watched and watched until they fell asleep, still performing surgery in their dreams.

An Intervention Department doctor, having just seen the thrombectomy end, was about to close his eyes for a nap when he saw a young, beautiful figure appear on the big screen, giving the operator a passionate embrace.

He wanted to whistle to express his envy, but he was simply too exhausted; the Intervention Department doctor who had just finished watching the surgery shoved the Trauma Department doctor beside him aside, preparing to nap.

The Intervention Department doctor was already so drowsy he could fall asleep sitting up, but the fire of envy in his heart would not die down, really affecting his sleep. He opened his eyes and said, "That instrument nurse, do you know her?"

"No, I didn't see her." The Trauma Department doctor let out a yawn, trying to perk himself up.

"I'd guess she's the operator's girlfriend; I just saw them hugging." The Intervention Department doctor, full of envy and jealousy, gripped his bottle of purified water and gulped it down angrily.

"……" The Trauma Department doctor came to, asking, "Where? Where? What's going on?"

"We already told you, the instrument nurse went to scrub up."

"Uh…… isn't it said that people from the same department aren't allowed to date?"

"Is your operating room and the Orthopedics department the same department?" The Intervention Department doctor said scornfully.

Hmm, that makes sense.

The Trauma Department doctor sighed, wondering why he didn't have such good luck.

Soon, scrubbing finished; on the big screen Xie Yiren began preparing the surgical instruments, while Zheng Ren used a marker to outline the skin edges, then started disinfecting.

This is not the front line, nor Pengxi Township; all kinds of high‑value consumables are fully stocked. After the intervention tube is withdrawn, a hemostatic plate helps stop bleeding, so there's no need to press for fifteen minutes.

Now consumables are openly supplied in unlimited amounts; Su Yun is certainly not from a poor family, and with useful tools available, who would still use manual pressure to stop bleeding?

"With the position so low, can the skin margin be preserved?" the Trauma Department doctor muttered quietly.

"You haven't not seen it—at the start you were the one who jumped the most aggressively and got slapped the hardest; why are you asking this now?" The Intervention Department doctor had already closed his eyes, speaking half‑asleep.

His voice was very soft, like he was talking in his sleep.

"I still don't really get it. It's really strange—do you always push to the limit every time?"

"After the earthquake relief ends, come rotate in our Intervention Department for a few months and you'll understand."

"You talk as if you understand, but the operator's level in interventional thrombectomy is enough for you to study a lifetime. Besides, after the earthquake relief… everyone's safe and sound—let's hope there aren't this many casualties." The Trauma Department doctor's voice gradually faded as he stared at the image on the big screen, lost in thought.

Surgery began; as the operator reached out, a skinning knife was slapped into his palm.

Following the pre‑drawn skin margin, he incised the skin, and the operator continued with his own method, not the textbook classic procedure, without tying a tourniquet around the mid‑thigh to prevent massive bleeding.

At first, many doctors raised objections.

But……

Later it proved that he did this to allow the vessel to open so the capillaries could be fully perfused, and the operator's blunt dissection skill was extraordinarily high, so post‑op he never touched areas that could cause major bleeding.

He cut through the tough layer above the deep fascia, then slapped the scalpel to the side of the leg, reached out, and a hemostatic forcep was slapped into his hand.

He began blunt dissection of the deep fascia where there is abundant blood supply.

Although the deep fascia is tough, the operator, like a butcher dissecting an ox, quickly separated it, exposing the limb's muscle, vessels, and nerves.

At this point, bleeding was no more than 10 ml; the entire field was so clean it looked staged. Not only were slightly larger vessels avoided, even capillaries were unintentionally steered clear of.

The Trauma Department doctor was somewhat surprised; he furrowed his brow and thought carefully.

"Something's wrong with the surgery! At the very least there's a subtle difference from what I've seen before, and because I'm so fatigued my dulled nerves also sense a slight change in the procedure."

"It's not that the operator is tired and doing a rough job. Rather…… it's more meticulous and faster."

"The surgery differs from the usual because it looks smoother, but what exactly makes it smoother?"

His eyes were on the big screen, but his mind was replaying the previous surgery.

"The surgery has nothing new; it's all I know, except that the operator is confident enough to forgo a tourniquet."

But……

Then the Trauma Department doctor saw the operator slap the hemostatic forcep onto the patient's leg, reach out, and a small patterned forcep slapped into his hand.

"Patterned forcep? Did the instrument nurse give the wrong tool?"

However, the next scene left him stunned.

Another blunt scissors was slapped into the operator's hand.

The operator took the patterned forcep, traced a simple arc in his palm, then, with an odd posture, gripped the patterned forcep while holding the blunt scissors in his palm, and began to free the tissue around the anterior tibial artery.

The patterned forcep is smaller and more delicate; this kind of dissection demands higher manual skill.

The Trauma Department doctor knows he cannot do that.

The patterned forcep and blunt scissors kept shifting positions, merely appearing unspectacular, yet somehow embodying a return to simplicity.

Normally this maneuver requires both hands, but the operator, with his left hand pulling a skin hook, accomplishes it with just one hand.

This technique had never been displayed by practitioners before.

Could it be that Shou Bing suddenly went from smooth to even smoother, because…… because of that instrument nurse?

A strange thought appeared in the trauma doctor's mind, and would not go away.