Only by comforting yourself and thinking that Boss Zheng is bragging, Professor Yang feels a little better.

However, no matter how I think about it, I cannot refuse to admit that the operation was really clean.

"Professor Yang, the blood is retrieved." The nurse in the circuit carried the blood bag and opened the air-tight door and walked in to say something.

"Oh." Professor Yang was thinking about things in his mind, and said without thinking.

"How many bags of heat first?" The nurse on the tour asked Professor Yang directly without seeing the operation.

"Uh..." Professor Yang was stunned for a moment, reacted and said awkwardly: "Save it for now, don't heat it up."

The nurse was unhappy.

If you don’t heat up, it means you don’t need to transfusion. So, do you ask me to take blood?

Where is the monkey playing?!

The nurses in the operating room are all harsh. If they really get angry, even the chief director dares to scold them.

She looked up at Yang Rui.

Professor Yang also felt that the eyes of the other side were as sharp as a knife. He lowered his head awkwardly and pretended to be serious and "help" Zheng Ren expose his martial arts.

"Brother Yang, use your strength a little less and lift it up to the upper right." Zheng Ren said: "Yes, that's it. Live broadcast is very troublesome, you have to see it."

Zheng Ren is very sorry.

If it weren't for live surgery, the speed would have been faster.

But to let the doctors watching the live broadcast see the operation process, surgery is essential.

Although you can do it without looking at it, that won’t work and it doesn’t meet the requirements of live surgery.

The sound of slap is still mixed with the background music of good luck, and the 6×7cm tumor is gradually peeled off.

Professor Yang was already stunned. This kind of surgical procedure did not exist in his mind.

Did you do less surgery by yourself?

How is that possible!

Although 912 is not a specialized hospital such as liver and gallbladder in the Imperial City and liver and gallbladder in the Magic City, there are about 2,000 cases of liver cancer resection performed by the hepatobiliary surgery every year.

Professor Yang has done it himself, at least 400-500 cases. Since he started working, there have been at least 7,000 liver cancers on the stage.

There are many, but there is no case as simple and clean as the surgery in front of you.

The operation in front of me is not only a liver cancer resection that splits the liver, but is actually more like a surgery to remove the body's epilipoma.

Cut a small mouth and squeeze your fingers hard, and the lipoma will come out. The rest is to cut off a small amount of adhesion tissue, and the operation is completed.

It is something Professor Yang dared not think about treating liver cancer as an epilipoma.

Even though he saw this scene with his own eyes, he still couldn't believe it.

"Boss Zheng, the operation was very smooth." Lao He said with a smile, "There are at least thousands of cases of liver cancer resection in my work. This is the cleanest one."

"Well, liver cancer after interventional embolization is easier to remove." Zheng Ren said with certainty.

"Old Yang, you must keep pace with the times," Lao He quipped.

If you are anesthetized by Boss Zheng, you must support the actor in time.

But I haven't been exposed to several live broadcasts of the surgery, so Lao He was a little confused about the time and scale of speaking during the surgery.

Let's grope slowly.

Professor Yang was a little confused. If this is the case, it seems that a doctor who has an organ intervention in the department could consider it.

However, the intervening of organs overlaps with Boss Zheng and the business scope of Intervention Department.

Besides, they can do radiofrequency ablation surgery by themselves.

After 15′23″, an irregular and round tumor was cut off smoothly.

The inside of the liver was hollowed out, but there was not much bleeding, and the tidy surgery area was still maintained.

Looking at another spare ultrasound knife, Professor Yang felt a little ashamed and confused.

It's useless at all.

Not only an ultrasonic knife, but also a blood-preparing device is useless.

The tumor tissue was thrown into the pathological pellet, without the crisp sound of the hemostatic forceps hitting the pathological pellet in the past.

Zheng Ren changed into a pair of gloves to prevent tumor tissue from being stuck on sterile gloves, contaminating normal liver tissue and causing artificial transplantation and metastasis.

He covered the liver section with a piece of hemostatic gauze and a large pedicle omentum, and fixed it with silk thread.

The operation has been done here, and the difficult part has been over.

Professor Yang was stunned for a moment and asked subconsciously: "Boss Zheng, don't you leave a drainage strip?"

Conventionally, after liver cancer resection, hoses should be placed on the upper and lower liver drainage of the right liver.

But Professor Yang did not see Zheng Ren doing this.

"No need." Zheng Ren said lightly, and asked for warm salt water to rinse the abdominal cavity.

"Old Yang, there is no bleeding, why do you need a drainage strip? Is it a retrograde infection?" Su Yun habitually whispered Professor Yang.

Su Yun is a habit of becoming natural. If someone who doesn't like him stands opposite him and faces so many complaints, he would have been criticized by the corner of the wall.

Professor Yang was very angry.

Yes, the drainage strip was prepared to cause postoperative bleeding, but the operation was clean and there was no bleeding within the range of vision. There was also a yarn on the drainage strip?!

"Dangdang~" The sound of the hemostatic forceps hitting the suction device sounded.

"Brother Yang, you need to condom and prepare to absorb salt water." Zheng Ren's light voice sounded.

Professor Yang was stunned for a moment before realizing that he was thinking a little too much and had slightly delayed the process of the operation.

He immediately asked for the suction cover and began to suck out the warm salt water.

The warm salt water is relatively clean, not light red, only slight red bloodshot can be seen.

"Boss Zheng, is there 100ml of bleeding?" Although Professor Yang witnessed the operation with his own eyes, he still did not dare to reduce the number of bleeding to below 100ml.

During the liver splitting surgery, the bleeding was 100ml, which was beyond Professor Yang's imagination.

"20 ml of bleeding...30ml, just write the surgical record like this." Zheng Ren checked, and there was no active bleeding.

Xie Yiren has begun to light the number of surgical instruments with the circuit nurses to avoid misoperation and leave the gauze where the pad is placed in the patient's abdominal cavity.

After counting the gauze in full, Xie Yiren made a gesture.

Zheng Ren smiled at Xie Yiren, and what he saw was the curved eyebrows and the stars were sparkling.

After closing the peritoneum, Zheng Ren turned around and stepped down.

This is the right of awesome craftsmen. Being able to reach the point of being able to keep their stomachs is considered to be doing their best.

Otherwise, if there is no active bleeding in the examination, the surgeon can step down.

He did not contaminate the sterile area, nor did he ask Hu Yanhui to take off his live glasses, but went directly to the pathological pelvis, reached out to pick up the lancet, and began to dissect the cut liver tissue.

Slash straight down from the lancet and cut the irregular sphere.

The middle is gray and white, accompanied by a large amount of necrotic tissue, and the amount of blood contained in it is very small.

Necrosis after interventional embolization is very clear and there is no need to say anything more.

As long as you are a surgeon, you will know what that means at a glance.

Zheng Ren cut the two halves of the tumor tissues, which made the tissue inside the tumor more obvious.

Not only does the surgery have less bleeding, but it can also be seen that the tumor tissue has already undergone large-scale necrosis before the surgery.
Chapter completed!