Zheng Ren stood in front of the operating table, stretched out his hand, and slapped the lancet in his hand.

"Boss, is it still a bet?" Su Yun asked, standing opposite.

"You are not afraid of death or loss. I admire this spirit very much." Zheng Ren smiled and said, "Why do I disagree?"

"Start the operation!" Su Yun became excited.

Zheng Ren's judgment was too incredible. During the preoperative discussion, Su Yun argued with him for a long time.

Mr. Wang has no other metal plants, so he can only judge that the cobalt metal comes from the hip joint.

Su Yun believed it was a matter of material, while Zheng Ren insisted that it was the damage caused by the remains of ceramic fragments nearby.

The two even made a bet for the diagnosis.

During these 24 hours, several people accompanied by the Wang family to visit some attractions in Nanyang. Zheng Ren was not interested in crowded places, but liked the deserted smiles.

Wang Nan was also tactful and flattered, and soon found the way Zheng Ren liked.

In the remote and deserted island, after enjoying 18 hours of romantic warmth, I still have to come back for surgery.

The result of Master Chu Nu'angsai's surgery gave the Wang family almost unlimited confidence. With the words "Master Yan" by Master Yan, they agreed to the surgery without hesitation.

This was something Zheng Ren didn't expect.

Faced with Su Yun's bet, Zheng Ren didn't mind making a bet with him. Because in the system operating room, he had seen a piece of ceramic fragments wrapped in the fiber connective tissue that grew in the CT image.

Bet with yourself?

I am a man who can see the trump card! So is spinach boring? That's what Zheng Ren thinks.

After successful anesthesia, Mr. Wang took the left lying position, routinely disinfected with iodine, put a sterile towel on it, and applied a skin protective film. Take the curved incision on the posterior side of the right hip joint, about 15cm long.

There is an old scar on this side, which was left by the operation three years ago.

Zheng Ren was about to cut the skin along the original incision when he heard a panic sound coming from behind.

"Who are you?" Su Yun looked up and asked directly.

"I am Dr. Keenta, an independent director of Massachusetts General Hospital. I did the surgery three years ago." Dr. Keenta wore an isolation suit, a hat and a mask, and introduced himself first.

"Boss, the master is here." Su Yun said with a smile.

"Hello, Dr. Keenta." Zheng Ren turned around and greeted Dr. Keenta in a Boston accent.

Dr. Keenta didn't expect that he could hear the standard local accent at Nanyang National Hospital, and he felt very kind in an instant.

"Who are you……"

"I am Dr. Zheng Renzheng from the Imperial Capital 912 Hospital."

"You are Dr. Zheng who has won the Nobel Prize?!" Dr. Keenta asked in a complicated mood.

"I won the Nobel Prize? Who did you hear?" Zheng Ren turned his head, raised his hand and cut his knife, inciting the skin of Mr. Wang's right hip joint along the surgical incision left by Dr. Keenta three years ago.

The incision was not deep or shallow, with 6 bleeding points. Before he had time to bleed, Su Yun burned it with electric fire.

"The news from the Royal Swedish Academy of Sciences said that President Olsen reported this to the King of Sweden because everyone had a lot of opinions." Dr. Keenta said: "My God, Dr. Zheng, how did you do it?"

"Rumor." Zheng Ren replied in a Boston accent, and at the same time slapped the Lancet on the side of Mr. Wang's leg and took the hemostatic forceps handed over by Xie Yiren.

Blunt separation, skilled and fast.

But Zheng Ren did not deal with the original scar. Su Yun knew that this part of the treatment could be left for the end.

Removal of scar tissue and re-suit, otherwise there will be problems with the healing of the skin surface.

Zheng Ren used hemostatic forceps to bluntly separate subcutaneous tissues, fascia, and parts that require electric knife. The electric knife in Su Yun's hand arrived immediately like a summoning beast.

The cooperation reached the extreme, and Dr. Keenta was stunned after watching it for less than a minute.

As for why President Olsen of the Royal Swedish Academy of Sciences would directly suggest that the young interventionist win the Nobel Prize was left behind by him. Although he knew that the Nobel Prize had nothing to do with the Swedish king, this kind of rumor was very touching and he was particularly willing to believe that this was the fact.

In the past, Dr. Keenta thought this was a complete scandal and a shameless approach.

But the surgery presented to him was so smooth and skillful. Dr. Keenta was like a rock fan who saw Elvis reborn, and everything else was thrown behind.

Seeing this kind of surgery is a great pleasure.

What's more, what the surgeon did was a second-stage hip replacement surgery! For Dr. Keenta, this is his best area and he can see more details.

Zheng Ren incited the iliotibial band along the direction of the gluteus maximus fibers until below the great trochanter.

Because it was a secondary operation, the fiber tissue adhesion was a bit heavy. Dr. Keenta also knew this. He tried to open his eyes wide and see what this designated Nobel Prize candidate would do.

However, he handled it the same way before.

Incide, follow the small incision, and extend the hemostatic forceps into it and start to float.

He would notice the bleeding point in advance, and even when Dr. Keenta, who was standing behind him, he would cut it off with an ultrasound knife without even seeing it.

The surgery area was clean and there was almost no bleeding.

Some capillaries were cut off, but the electric fire like a summoning beast was then lit twice to coagulate the capillaries.

The amount of bleeding...Dr. Keenta believes that it is only 1ml.

This must be a magic trick! Dr. Keenta thought in a daze.

But the surgeon and assistant seemed to think that this was normal, and there was no communication, and the operation continued.

A pair of bite pliers was patted in Zheng Ren's hand. He bit off the bursal tissue of the large trochanter, and Su Yun was responsible for stopping the bleeding.

"Boss, you have a little bleeding, please slow down." Su Yun complained dissatisfiedly.

"It's okay, has it reached 5ml?" Zheng Ren asked.

"You can't be strict with yourself? Do a hip replacement surgery with 0 bleeding?" Su Yun said.

Lao He smiled bitterly.

To do this, it is already the approach to hip replacement surgery with the lowest amount of bleeding since I was given a table.

Moreover, it is a secondary operation, which is one order of geometrical order than one operation.

But why is Brother Yun not satisfied?

Should I also have to make stricter demands on myself? Lao He fell into deep thought.

I wonder how the twin sisters far away in Haicheng did it. Do they make rapid progress under Boss Zheng’s whip?

When the twin sisters were whipped... Lao He became evil in an instant.

"Old He, help with internal rotation." Zheng Ren said.

A crisp whip sounded in Lao He's mind with a "pop". Then he recovered from his senses and ran to the lower part of the surgery area to internally rotate the patient's right lower limb.
Chapter completed!