Chapter 974

Can we choose? Su Yun asked.

I bought a speaker, can choose via phone Bluetooth. Lao He laughed: "I tried it yesterday, random playback, didn't expect to randomly play a cool, I already deleted it."

Being a doctor, or rather, no matter what you do, seeking a good omen is appropriate.

During surgery playing cool…… Zheng Ren felt that if he were the lead surgeon back then, he might have fallen out with Lao He.

Um, don't play cool, also don't play classical music. Before, I met an old academician; every time he did surgery, he had to play the Great Compassion Mantra. Su Yun began gossiping.

In the operating room, the nurses' gazes had already drifted onto him.

Xie Yiren went up, serving as instrument nurse. She was counting instruments with the circulating nurse, but the circulating nurse made three mistakes. Xiao Yi Ren was also helpless; the circulating nurse senior's gaze always unconsciously drifted to Su Yun.

Zheng Ren thought, this guy is really not suited for surgery. Just squatting in the ICU, actually it's quite good.

Isn't this just wasting time?

Gu zheng music also makes one sleepy. Lao He chatted familiarly.

Play a Beyonce song, as long as it's not that one from the 59th Grammys. Su Yun saw anesthesia was done, turned to scrub up.

Zheng Renze didn't care at all what music was played; during surgery he basically automatically blocked out all noise.

Why? Lao He asked.

Back then she was pregnant, maybe with twins. Her singing was fine, consistently excellent. But the music was relatively soothing, I got sleepy listening to it. Su Yun's voice came from the hallway, with an echo.

Meanwhile Lao He was looking for a Beyonce song; in the operating room, people coming to the observation platform kept going up one after another.

Although many have nothing to do with general surgery, everyone has curiosity.

Being able to correctly diagnose a rare disease is something you can brag about over drinks, slapping the table when your face flushes.

Zheng Lao Ban, not only is his diagnosis correct, they also want a surgery live broadcast.

At first many didn't understand, but eventually someone found out the truth. Listening to Professor Yang's description, before surgery they sneaked a look at the patient, and everyone also expressed understanding of Zheng Lao Ban's approach.

This is damn like tightrope walking high above, a desperate effort.

But is it worth it for a patient you don't know?

As the doctor-patient relationship grows more severe, all doctors put away their sympathy; following the process is most reasonable.

Actually it's the same; if everything could follow the process, such problems wouldn't happen at all. If something comes up, naturally someone will resolve it, not leaving the difficulty to the doctors.

But the operating room atmosphere imagined to be somewhat solemn wasn't there at all. After entering, I heard them discussing Beyonce.

What the hell is this?

Soon, Su Yun finished scrubbing, disinfected, wiped hands, took a kidney tray and oval forceps from the nurse, preparing to disinfect.

Look at Beyonce, pregnant with twins going to the Grammys, no lip-sync, no off-key. Su Yun said while disinfecting, "The whole show is divine motherhood, the voice serene and distant, like heavenly music. Lao He, if you have time, check out the live version, highly recommended."

Sure. Lao He especially likes Su Yun's carefree surgical typhoon.

Given his personality, truly encountering a meticulous surgeon who wouldn't bother saying a word would be quite boring.

For example, Zheng Lao Ban……

Zheng Ren saw Su Yun start disinfecting and laying out the surgical drape, then went to scrub up.

Turning around, he saw seven or eight doctors from the Observation Platform standing in Shujian; Zheng Ren was stunned.

These are people from the Observation Platform; Zheng Ren immediately understood.

He stepped sideways out of Shujian to scrub up, walking while recalling the surgical process in the System Operating Room.

The whole surgery took a relatively long time, but was fairly smooth; the final completion rate was 98%, also quite satisfactory.

Zheng Ren wasn't worried about this.

While scrubbing, Zheng Ren, as if having OCD, conducted another surgical training. With absorbable spleen mesh, the final surgery completion reached 99%.

Missing that 1%, Zheng Ren estimated that only cosmetic suturing could achieve perfection.

But that's completely unnecessary.

Back in the operating room, amidst the uplifting music, Su Yun had already laid out the sheet, standing at the assistant's position, waiting for Zheng Ren.

Hu Yan Hui put Google Glass on Zheng Ren, the operating room's airtight door closed, and the surgery officially began.

Zheng Ren stood at the surgeon's position, feeling a bit dazed.

General surgery—I haven't stood here in a long time.

Su Yun held dry gauze and the suction device, waiting for Zheng Ren to make the incision. But after a few seconds, seeing Zheng Ren motionless, she asked in surprise: "Boss?"

Uh... Zheng Ren regained composure, saying: "What music is playing?"

Beyonce's, any other recommendations? Su Yun knew Zheng Ren rarely listens to music; actually this music is for her own listening.

Stop it, play Good Luck Come. Zheng Ren said.

I go... Boss, can you be any more rustic? Su Yun retorted: "You think this is the Spring Festival Gala?"

"Seeking a good omen," Zheng Ren said, extending his hand, the surgical knife slapped into his palm.

Making the incision, the patient's skin layer is very thin—not only almost no fat layer, but the epidermis and dermis are only two-thirds of those of a child of the same age.

Electrocautery hemostasis, blunt dissection.

Layer by layer entering the abdomen, peritoneal protection, all are the most routine operations.

One piece of Good Luck Come, the surgery immersed in endless blessings.

Lao He began to feel it was a bit rustic, but after listening once, he thought Zheng Lao Ban's consideration was very thorough and just right.

Patient, surgery, Good Luck Come—really damn fitting.

This song is celebratory; from now on we'll play this for surgeries!

Shou Bing incision was very long, almost from the xiphoid process all the way to the navel. After opening the abdominal cavity, everyone was stunned.

Seeing the images is one thing, but actually seeing the huge spleen with one's own eyes is quite another.

The people on the Observation Platform began to feel uneasy.

Even at the 912 Hospital, with many experienced surgeons, they had never seen a spleen filling the entire abdomen.

From the CT scans, it looked like spleens were clustered like grapes on a vine. But once opened and viewed with the naked eye, the cavity was packed full of spleens, with nearly all the abdominal organs displaced.

After gastrointestinal decompression, the patient's stomach had shrunk to a small lump, tucked among a heap of purple-red spleens, looking pitiful; the intestines merely protruded intermittently, struggling in the vast sea of spleens.

The patient's bilateral diaphragm is excessively elevated to varying degrees; the liver is squeezed from below by the spleen and from above by the diaphragm, reducing its volume to about 60% of normal.

How is the Shou Bing done?

I don't know, it's completely different from splenomegaly and liver cirrhosis.

If we just remove it all, the patient probably can't tolerate it.

Several directors and professors were whispering among themselves behind.