Chapter 735 More Smooth Surgery

Zheng Ren reminisced about the warm hug, and looked at the pretty back, his whole body was infatuated.

He was so tired that he couldn't feel it anymore.

It's just that every time I was forced to eat, I would doze off while eating.

This can be regarded as a brand new skill, Zheng Ren laughed at himself.

Without more medical personnel, we can only assume greater responsibility and perform more operations.

This was the only thing Zheng Ren could do.

He didn't care about the people in the medical office asking if they could do a live broadcast of the surgery. He just understood the literal meaning, then nodded, and didn't remember it anymore.

The warm hug, like a good medicine, dispelled the negative effects of the whole body, and Zheng Ren felt energetic again, just like being in the emergency operating room of a hospital in Haicheng City.

He felt that he could still perform operations for several days and nights without getting tired.

Xie Yiren went to brush his hands, Zheng Ren smiled, unconsciously, he laughed out loud.

Su Yun looked contemptuously at Zheng Ren's back as he walked to brush his hands. He really wanted to spit on him, but unfortunately he was too tired and didn't have the energy.

...

In the demonstration classroom, there were seven or eight doctors lying and sitting in disorder.

They are all people from related departments who have been replaced and can rest for a period of time. No one went to the duty room to lie down and sleep, but they all came to the demonstration classroom to see the operation.

Some people fell asleep watching it, and they were still undergoing surgery in their sleep.

A doctor from the interventional department saw the end of the thrombus removal, and just wanted to close his eyes and squint for a while, when he saw a young and beautiful figure appearing on the big screen, giving the operator a warm hug.

I want to whistle and express my envy. Unfortunately, I was so tired that the interventional doctor who had just finished the operation pushed the doctor from the trauma department next to me to get ready to sleep for a while.

The interventional doctor was so sleepy that he could fall asleep while sitting. But the fire of envy in my heart could not be subsided for a long time, which really affected my sleep. He opened his eyes and said, "Do you know that equipment nurse?"

"I didn't see it." The trauma doctor let out a breath, trying to cheer himself up.

"I guess it's the surgeon's girlfriend. I saw the two hugging just now." The interventional doctor was envious and jealous, holding a bottle of pure water in his hand, and took a sip of water viciously.

"..." The trauma doctor cheered up, "Where is it? What's the situation?"

"I told you all, the equipment nurse is going to brush her hands."

"Uh... Didn't you say that people in a department are not allowed to fall in love?"

"Your operating room is the same department as the foreign department?" The interventional doctor sneered.

Well, it makes sense.

The trauma doctor sighed, why didn't he have such good luck?

Soon, the brushing was over, and Xie Yiren began to prepare surgical tools on the big projection screen, while Zheng Ren used a marker to draw the edge of the skin, and then began to disinfect.

This is not the front line, nor is it Pengxi Township, where all kinds of high-value consumables are available. After the intervention and withdrawal of the catheter, there is a hemostatic plate to help stop the bleeding, and there is no need to press for 15 minutes.

Now all kinds of consumables are available in unlimited supply, and Su Yun is not a child of a poor family at all. If there are useful things, who would use human pressure to stop the bleeding?

"The position is so low, can the skin edge be preserved?" the doctor in the trauma department muttered in a low voice.

"It's not like you haven't seen it before. From the very beginning, you were the one who jumped the hardest and was the one who got the most slaps in the face. Why do you still ask me that now?" The interventional doctor said half asleep, half asleep, with his eyes closed.

The voice is very small, as if talking in a dream.

"I still don't understand it until now. It's really strange, do you always reach the limit every time?"

"After the earthquake relief, come to our Intervention Division for a few months, and you will understand."

"It's as if you understand that the surgeon's level of intervention in thrombectomy is enough for you to learn for a lifetime. Besides, after the earthquake relief... everyone is safe and sound, so don't have so many wounded." The doctor in the trauma department said The voice gradually died down, and he was fascinated by the image on the big projection screen.

At the beginning of the operation, as soon as the operator stretched out his hand, a scalpel was slapped into the palm of his hand.

The skin was opened along the skin edge drawn before the operation, and the surgeon still followed his own practice, instead of following the classic surgical procedure in textbooks, and tied a tourniquet on the middle of the thigh to avoid massive bleeding.

At first, many doctors questioned it.

But……

It was later proved that the purpose was to allow the capillaries to be fully perfused after the blood vessels were opened, and the level of blunt dissection of the surgeon was simply too high, and the postoperative site did not touch the site that could cause massive bleeding.

The tough membrane above the deep fascia was cut open, and then the surgeon patted the scalpel to the side of the leg, stretched out his hand, and the hemostatic forceps patted his hand.

Begin blunt dissection of deep fascia where there is a rich blood supply.

Although the deep fascia is very tough, the surgeon quickly separated the deep fascia, exposing the muscles, blood vessels, and nerves of the affected limb.

At this point, the bleeding did not exceed 10ml, and the entire surgical field was so clean that it seemed like a posing. Not to mention the slightly larger blood vessels, even the capillaries were avoided intentionally or unintentionally.

The trauma doctor was a little surprised. He frowned and thought carefully.

What's wrong with surgery! At least there is a slight difference from what he saw before, and his nerves that were dull due to being too tired also felt a slight change in the operation.

It's not that the surgeon is tired, but the operation is rough. It's...more refined and faster.

The surgery is different from usual because it looks smoother, but what is it that makes it smoother?

He looked at the big projection screen, but he was recalling the previous operation in his mind.

There is nothing new in the operation, all of which I know, except that the surgeon has the confidence not to use a tourniquet.

But……

Later, the traumatologist saw the operator pat the hemostatic pliers on the patient's leg, and when he stretched out his hand, a pair of small pattern pliers patted on the hand.

Striped pliers? The equipment nurse gave the wrong equipment.

However, the next scene left him dumbfounded.

Another pair of blunt scissors was slapped in the operator's hand.

The operator took the striped forceps, shook a simple arc in his palm, and then held the striped forceps in a strange posture, with blunt scissors in his hand, and began to free the tissue around the anterior tibial artery.

Ribbed pliers are smaller and finer, and this free-hand technique is more demanding.

Traumatologists know they can't do this.

The patterned pliers and blunt scissors are constantly changing positions, but they don't look gorgeous, but a bit back to basics and simple.

Normally, two hands are needed to complete this action. But the surgeon pulls a leather hook with his left hand and operates it with one hand.

This technique has never been shown before.

Could it be that the operation suddenly changed from smooth to smooth because... because of the equipment nurse?

A strange thought appeared in the mind of the trauma doctor, and he couldn't get rid of it.