Chapter 904: with translation of chapter title

"Zheng Lao Ban, does the anesthesia have any special requirements?" Anesthesiologist Lao He asked earnestly.

He saw Zheng Ren come in, got excited, kept wanting to find a chance to chat with Zheng Ren. But Zheng Ren directly started the surgery, truly a serious doctor, not even chatting a bit, Lao He thought in his heart.

"Normal is fine." Zheng Ren heard the voice sounded a bit familiar, but just couldn't recall who this person was.

"Last time during the malignant hyperthermia rescue, I heard they said you gave excessive hyperventilation on your side, the effect was especially good. Zheng Lao Ban, your anesthesia research is quite deep, have you worked in the ICU?" Lao He, as if during a usual surgery, switched to small-talk mode.

Although the gallbladder looked bluish and somewhat eerie, but with Zheng Lao Ban here, it's fine. Although I haven't seen Zheng Ren perform surgery, since he's standing here, Lao He has confidence in him.

A doctor like Zheng Lao Ban wouldn't do that; who would willingly smash their own sign?

Lao He made the analysis from another angle.

Malignant hyperthermia… Zheng Ren quickly recalled after the rescue, going to the urology department observation platform, that anesthesiologist who admired him quite a bit.

He seemed to be surnamed He.

"Shall we play some music?" Zheng Ren didn't dare bluntly ask his surname, but while doing the surgery, he tentatively said.

"I knew you'd definitely want to listen to music during surgery; what would you like to hear?" Lao He began to get excited.

Zheng Lao Ban came in without greeting; he thought Zheng Ren had forgotten him. Although that was indeed the case, Zheng Ren asking about music gave Lao He an illusion.

"Yi Ren, what would you like to listen to?" Zheng Ren asked.

"Tchaikovsky's D-major violin concerto." Xie Yiren focused on the operating table, holding the instruments Zheng Ren might need at any moment, she said casually.

"All right." Lao He checked the ventilator and various pumps again; there was nothing to handle temporarily, he told the assistant to watch over, then went to turn on the sound system in the operating area.

"Yang Ge, slow down a bit." Zheng Ren said in a very low voice.

Professor Yang nodded; he stood on the surgeon's side, basically unable to see the operating field, feeling quite awkward.

An ordinary open cholecystectomy, Zheng Ren turned it into a minimally invasive surgery.

In the cramped space, the Allis clamp almost liberated the connective tissue around the gallbladder in millimeter increments.

Part of the tissue was congested and edematous, part became porcelain-like due to calcium deposition; in different areas, Zheng Ren's maneuvers differed.

The Allis clamp and the smallest forceps alternated in the dissection; the surgery proceeded very slowly.

"Zheng Lao Ban, you still like the violin, your interests are quite broad." Lao He set the volume to a moderate level; the operating room finally shook off its deathly silence.

Zheng Ren glanced at Xiao Yi Ren, feeling that as the Tchaikovsky D-major violin concerto began, her body relaxed a little.

As long as Xiao Yi Ren likes it, Zheng Ren reached out and said: "Needle holder."

Um… Professor Yang stared bewildered at the operative field; suturing now? Impossible! In the process of dissecting the peripheral connective tissue, why would Zheng Lao Ban need a needle holder?

Xie Yiren slapped a needle holder holding the smallest suture needle into Zheng Ren's hand.

The needle had no thread, and its tip… pointed inward.

Professor Yang on the stage became flustered.

I've performed or watched at least over a thousand surgeries, never seen anyone hand over a needle holder like this.

If it were a randomly assigned instrument nurse, Yang Rui would feel like throwing the tray!

Throwing the tray means directly tossing the wrong instrument onto the instrument table in front of the nurse, to express dissatisfaction and assert the surgeon's authority.

More serious, directly smashing it onto the viewbox.

The sound of the viewbox breaking would substitute for expressing my extreme inner dissatisfaction. What the hell! Even the needle on the needle holder can be reversed!

This seems to be Zheng Lao Ban's girlfriend; she probably wouldn't scold people. But how would Zheng Lao Ban show his displeasure? Or perhaps…

Professor Yang was lost in thought, only seeing Zheng Ren express no opinion, take the needle holder, and begin using the eye of the needle to perform blunt dissection in the narrow space.

This…

This is that the Allis clamp can't reach in, so we use a small needle for blunt dissection? Yang Rui froze. If during dissection we nick a blood vessel, what then? In that position, can Zheng Lao Ban even have an operating field?

Although he stood in the surgeon's position, he could see nothing.

Not to mention him; even Zheng Ren would have to tilt his head, constantly changing angles to perform blunt dissection.

"My assistant, Professor Rudolf Wagner from Heidelberg, Germany, likes to play the violin; when he was in Hai Cheng, I always heard him humming Tchaikovsky's D-major violin concerto." Zheng Ren said while performing surgery, offhandedly. Chatting? Any doctor would do that.

Lao He exclaimed in amazement, looking at Zheng Lao Ban, his assistant is actually a German professor.

Lao He knew this matter; it had long been spread throughout the hospital.

Although the 912 (hospital) often has foreign professors coming for surgery, lectures, and exchanges, there has never been a dedicated assistant like that.

Look at that scene: bringing one's own instrument nurse to the stage notwithstanding, the assistant is a German professor.

"Lao He, my phone is in my pocket; could you get it for me?" Professor Yang suddenly said.

"Old Yang, what's wrong?"

"You over there, help me record." Professor Yang said anxiously: "I on this side have no view of the field, yet I still need to write the operative record."

Lao He glanced at Director Dong; his eyes were full of endless bewilderment, unable to see any operative field.

The porcelain-like gallbladder periphery was adhesively messy; Zheng Ren's maneuvers were all within the narrowest range, truly no one could witness the whole process.

Going downstairs to find Zheng Ren to write the operative note? That's a bit unrealistic.

Lao He hehehe picked up Yang Rui's phone, glanced at the battery: 65%, should be enough.

"Zheng Lao Ban, use a headlamp?" Lao He came behind Zheng Ren, seeing his field of view was also dark. In this situation, even a recording wouldn't show anything, so he asked.

"Fine, then trouble you." Zheng Ren said.

He didn't mind, because this surgery, in the System Operating Room, he had already performed over a hundred times!

All details and potential problem spots were thoroughly known by heart.

Including using the eye of a small needle for blunt dissection, all derived from countless failures plus anatomy, summed up as experience lessons.

But in the System Operating Room, Zheng Ren hadn't considered using a headlamp.

In general surgery, headlamps are rarely used; in thoracic surgery they are often used.

Soon, Lao He brought a shared headlamp, mounted it on Zheng Ren's head, tried it, then adjusted the angle so the light followed Zheng Ren's field of view.

Lao He was very practiced at this.

As the lights came on, Zheng Ren cursed himself.

If he had thought to use the headlamp in the System Operating Room, he wouldn't have had to fumble in the dark. That way, some of the surgical training time could have been accumulated.

And now, the surgical training time has been completely wasted.

Zheng Ren immediately dispelled his distracting thoughts and began the surgery with full concentration.

In the cheerful, lively, youthful melody of Tchaikovsky's D-major Violin Concerto, the speed of the surgery gradually increased.