Chapter 903

885 Everything's good, just putting on too many airs.

Having changed clothes, Zheng Ren tied his mask straps while walking up the stairs to the fifth-floor Operating Room.

Familiar with the route, Zheng Ren reached outside the emergency Shujian, feeling somewhat moved inside; Professor Yang's luck seems not so good lately. Major Shou Bing cases come one after another—either a ruptured liver fluke or a porcelain gallbladder.

The key is that this porcelain gallbladder is not ordinary; the difficulty is too great. I hope he will listen to me and not operate.

He kicked open the sensor door, and Zheng Ren walked in.

Operating Room, the Shadowless Lamp's light was bright, stark white, a bloody smell permeating the mouth and nose.

This is the distinctive smell of night-time emergency; if it were a stabbing or car accident patient, the bloody smell would be even stronger.

Having become accustomed to emergency Shou Bing at Haicheng Shi Yiyuan, upon hearing this foul odor, Zheng Ren's heart rate, which had sped up from running, actually slowed down.

"Brother Yang, have you started?" Zheng Ren asked as he came in, his first words.

"……" Professor Yang stood on the platform, wanting to cry but no tears.

He himself wanted to operate, but a blue‑blue gallbladder with complex adhesions around it made him abandon all ideas.

An abnormal color signifies an abnormal condition.

If it weren't for Zheng Ren, Professor Yang would just go ahead and operate anyway. Are we supposed to just watch, waiting for the blood pressure to drop to nothing? Or should we just close the abdomen and tell the patient's family we did our best?

Nonsense.

No matter how difficult the Shou Bing, when the time comes you have to grit your teeth and go through with it.

But now the situation is different; Zheng Lao Ban heard it was a blue porcelain gallbladder and immediately called himself, telling him absolutely not to operate.

This is something he knows in his heart; otherwise Zheng Lao Ban would never have made a special call just to warn him. Yang Rui acknowledges Zheng Ren's Shou Bing level.

Professor Yang had been waiting, and finally Zheng Ren came over.

"Not yet," Professor Yang said: "Looking at it, the adhesions around seem heavy; wanting to completely separate it is somewhat difficult."

"Hmm." Zheng Ren went to scrub his hands.

"Zheng Lao Ban, how about we remove the gallbladder in sections?" Professor Yang had been pondering how to proceed with this Shou Bing; seeing Zheng Ren arrive, he asked.

"No, a blue gallbladder likely has malignant tumor complications; it's better to remove it completely if possible." Zheng Ren said.

Although Yang Rui hadn't spent much time with Zheng Ren, he still knew something of his temperament.

Zheng Ren is mild‑mannered and honest; such a direct refusal must mean he has some confidence.

What to do then? Just wait.

"Brother Yang, I've brought the instrument nurse, can we……" Zheng Ren, having finished scrubbing, suddenly remembered he'd forgotten this matter.

"Oh, I've already said hello to the Head Nurse," Professor Yang said with a chuckle. This is the second time; shouldn't we call the Head Nurse early? If we wait for Zheng Ren to arrive and then have a dedicated instrument nurse go up, only to bother the Operating Room Head Nurse again, we'd likely get scolded.

This Zheng Lao Ban is fine in every way and looks easygoing, but he's got too much airs—he insists on bringing his own instrument nurse for every surgery.

Yang Rui muttered a few complaints in his heart, but he wasn't really serious about it.

Other people's instrument nurses are indeed highly proficient, something Professor Yang knows.

Zheng Ren came to the assistant's position; Director Dong shifted aside, having long since made way for the first assistant's spot out of habit.

The feeling was the same as in the System Operating Room; Zheng Ren was extremely familiar.

When he trained Shou Bing in the System Operating Room, he consciously stood in the first assistant's position so as not to be unaccustomed when he went up onto the operating table.

However, there was the surgeon opposite, an assistant beside him, and Xiao Yi Ren was putting on a sterile gown; this feeling was much stronger than the lonely, desolate, cold training of Shou Bing in the System Operating Room.

Zheng Ren had been warning himself not to split inside and out, even to the point of showing symptoms of schizophrenia, lest he make a big mistake.

Now standing on the operating table, he realized he had been overthinking.

The flavor of the mortal world is completely different from the cold Surgical Training; in this way it's easy to get mixed up—I'd still rather be destroyed by the human way.

Zheng Ren took off the warm saline gauze and saw a bluish gallbladder appear before his eyes.

"Light." Zheng Ren reached out, took a Hemostatic Forceps from the patient's leg, pointed to the left side of the gallbladder, and said, "Here."

Professor Yang froze for a moment, "Here? The position seems a bit off."

"Zheng Lao Ban, how are you preparing to separate?" Yang Rui asked.

"Little by little, the Shou Bing time is estimated to be very long." Zheng Ren said: "I looked at the films earlier; the gallbladder wall is very thin, and there are symptoms of acute jaundice, suggesting a stone blocking the bile duct, causing severe congestion and edema of the gallbladder wall. I'm afraid it will burst at a touch, so I deliberately waited for me to come and reopen the operating table."

Professor Yang had some doubts, but what Zheng Ren said made sense. Although the Shou Bing had become somewhat more complex, it was still a steady approach.

Saying that, Xiao Yi Ren had already scrubbed her hands, changed clothes, and replaced the original instrument nurse.

The instrument nurse had no objections.

In the middle of the night, who would want to stand on the operating table and work? Even if not sleeping, sitting below and scrolling on the phone is fine.

People are all the same; being able to make money without having to work is the coolest kind of life.

The Shadowless Lamp was aligned, the snow-white light shining on the position Zheng Ren needed; he reached out and slapped a fine forceps into his hand.

Originally they had looked for Zheng Ren to discuss things, but this time Zheng Ren bluntly took over the Shou Bing, and Yang Rui still had some objections in his heart.

But no matter what, it was just an uncomfortable feeling.

"Zheng Lao Ban, the fine forceps..." Yang Rui wanted to remind him, but then he saw Zheng Ren start using the fine forceps to perform Blunt Dissection.

"The gallbladder is too fragile; we cannot perform Blunt Dissection in the usual way." Zheng Ren said.

It's just that the instrument is a size smaller; there doesn't seem to be much difference.

But as the Shou Bing continued, Professor Yang gradually understood why Zheng Ren had to use the fine forceps for Blunt Dissection.

The fine forceps seemed to have a soul, extending into the bluish gallbladder below—just the tip, not even reaching 1 cm—then it opened.

Zheng Ren was very careful and cautious, separating bit by bit.

The Shou Bing did not proceed like the surgery for hepatic hydatid disease patients, with big, bold moves. Zheng Ren patiently did what the fine forceps could do, while ordinary Hemostatic Forceps could not perform Blunt Dissection.

The space was so narrow; watching and watching, Professor Yang had some doubts: was the Shou Bing really being done so delicately?

Using an anti-aircraft gun to shoot mosquitoes is roughly what this means.

Although the gallbladder looks rather strange, as long as we are careful, or wear two layers of sterile gloves to avoid infection, that should be enough.

But he still did not raise any objections on stage.

Although he thought that, Professor Yang deep down had a feeling that what Zheng Lao Ban did was absolutely not an exaggeration, but had his own reasoning.