Zheng Renluo was a little confused when the patient was sent to the room after simple disinfection. If he followed the old idea, the operation was considered bloody. Master Yan is a master of folk customs. Is there no taboo?

But Master Yan didn't say it, so Zheng Ren pretended not to know it.

"Boss Zheng, I am the director of the Department of Anesthesiology, First Affiliated Hospital of Tiannan Medical University, Qiu Zhongyun." Yan Changsen introduced to Zheng Ren.

Director Qiu finally saw Boss Zheng this time. He greeted him politely, bent his waist slightly to express his respect.

"Director Qiu, you are polite." Zheng Ren said, "In fact, you can do erectile dysfunction, but it is the best for you to come, so hurry up and prepare for epidural anesthesia."

Although Zheng Ren was polite, he did not have the idea of ​​chatting with Director Qiu. After putting on a hat and mask, he asked Master Yan to prepare warm water to wash his hands, disinfect, and wear the sterile clothes brought by Director Qiu.

With the dark green sterile clothing worn on my body, an old house that has experienced countless years has become an operating room, full of the smell of modern technology.

"The lights are a little dim." Su Yun said, "I really miss the shadowless lamp."

"You haven't been transferred in the emergency room?"

"Boss, can we also have lights in the emergency department? We can't carry a flashlight on it to light it. There must be shadows. We have to overcome this situation by ourselves."

After Director Qiu finished anesthesia, he put his position on the patient with Su Yun, who had worn a three-layer mask. He didn't understand why Boss Zheng's assistant had to wear a three-layer mask. Could it be that this is the standard configuration for the Nobel Prize?

Nor can it be! Boss Zheng, like an ordinary doctor, only wore a pair of masks.

Director Qiu was very tactful. He just said hello and stopped talking since then. Looking at the patient's sacral and coccyx bulge, it looked a bit like the K-S-K-S-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A

The door was closed tightly, and Zheng Ren stood in the position of the craftsman. He did not reach out to wait for Yiren to slap the lancet in his palm, but said directly: "Knife, gauze."

"Bipole electric burning, adjust the power." Su Yun pressed the electrocondensation button, and the sound of dripping sounded.

After Zheng Ren and others finished power adjustment, they raised their hands and fell, and cut a hole of about 15cm directly into the patient's sacral and coccyx.

Blood flowed out, wiped with sterile gauze, and Su Yun then began to electrocoagulate and stop bleeding.

Cut it layer by layer, and soon the Kersey needle was exposed.

"Uh... it's really a K-Second needle!" Director Qiu subconsciously said in surprise when he saw the K-Second needle with his own eyes. How did he "swim" over such a distance?!

"Absolutely, otherwise." Su Yun said casually while assisting Zheng Ren in as he was free.

Director Qiu was still a little unhappy about Su Yun's way of speaking, and he felt a little unhappy. A young doctor talked to him like this. If he were in the First Affiliated Hospital, he would have been kicked to an unknown corner by himself.

However, Director Qiu Zhongyun immediately thought of the Feng Shui master standing in the wind to protect him. He was tactful and thought that he should stop making any conflicts.

"This is Dr. Su, you and Boss Zheng are so young." Director Qiu said nicely, "I am at your age and I can't see the sun in the operating room for anesthesia every day. I was a little wrong, so I was scolded by the director for a bloody spitting head."

"Hmm?" Su Yun glanced at Director Qiu with the corner of his eyes, and then smiled and said, "Director Qiu, you are too polite. It's okay, don't worry about minor surgery."

"Boss Zheng and you are not intervening doctors?" Director Qiu vaguely remembered that Boss Zheng seemed to have a live broadcast of the surgery, but he was not sure when he was face to face. Once he said the wrong thing, he would offend the person thoroughly. It would be better to pretend that he didn't know anything.

"There are no pure interventional doctors, are they all the people who have become monks and change careers halfway through, okay?" Su Yun said, "I am a cardiothoracic surgery department, and my boss is a general surgery department."

“How long have you been involved?”

“It seems that it’s less than a year until now.”

"..." Director Qiu was stunned. One year, Nobel Prize? This is simply a fantasy.

"The two are really young and promising." Director Qiu sighed.

Just as Su Yun was about to speak, a vibrating sound came from the hemostatic pliers in his hand, and then he heard a "pop".

"Concentrate on the operation." Zheng Ren said in a deep voice without squinting his eyes.

"Boss, you're too serious." Su Yun didn't care and said with a smile: "Director Qiu, don't you watch Xinglinyuan's surgery live broadcast? The boss has done a lot of surgery on the chest and abdomen. Boss, we're taking advantage this time. The surgery costs more than a year of lectures."

Su Yun's thinking is quite leaps and his words are a little incoherent.

"The adhesion is very strong, focus, and the bleeding cannot exceed one piece of gauze." Zheng Ren continued to do blunt separation.

"I know, I definitely won't. If you take a K-S-K-select, you'll be shameless if you bleed a lot." Su Yun said, but his hand was not slow. The sound of electric scalping kept ringing, like a soundtrack.

Director Qiu was fascinated by the sight.

The old anesthesiologist has his own standards in his judgment and evaluation of surgery, and is even more objective and fair than many surgeons.

This is the first time he has witnessed Boss Zheng performing surgery... How can I say it is to simplify the complexity.

What are the most feared by surgery? It is not afraid of big or complex, but rather of adhesion. It is so sticky that there is no surgery, and the operation cannot be performed at all. God knows whether there is a blood vessel in an adhesion connective tissue. Once bleeding, the forceps in the hand will be loosened and there is no place to look for it.

Director Qiu has seen many serious surgery for adhesion. The intestines are sticking into pieces, and the lungs and pleura are sticking to them very strongly. Once you tear them, you can't do similar surgery at all.

The same is true for the immediate surgery. The K-S-Archite has been wrapped in connective tissue, and the adhesion is severely organized.

But Boss Zheng's hemostatic pliers and blunt scissors in the other hand, his movements are not fancy, and it can even be said to be too simple. No matter how difficult it is, it is free to brush and there is no difficulty at all.

Su Yun held electric scavenging and hemostatic forceps in his hand to stop bleeding, and the two of them cooperated perfectly.

Free, loosen, stop bleeding, and complete in one go. The operation has been performed 1/3, and there are only a little red blood on the sterile gauze on Zheng Ren’s hand. It is like plum blossoms in the snow, scattered on the snow.

It would be nonsense to say that it would not bleed, but every capillary would burn and coagulate immediately, without large-scale bleeding at all.

The operation was so good, Director Qiu sighed. I once heard others say that in Xinglin Garden’s surgery live broadcast room, I saw Boss Zheng performing surgery. I didn’t think much of it at that time.

But only by watching the scene can we truly understand the awesomeness of Boss Zheng's surgery.
Chapter completed!