"Boss Zheng, do you have special needs for anesthesia?" asked the anesthesiologist Lao He attentively.

When he saw Zheng Ren coming in, he was very excited and kept looking for an opportunity to talk to Zheng Ren. But Zheng Ren started the operation directly. He was really a serious doctor. He didn't even talk for a long time, Lao He thought to himself.

"It's OK." Zheng Ren was a little familiar with his voice, but he just couldn't remember who this person was.

"After the last time I rescued a malignant hyperthermia, I heard them say that you gave excessive excessive ventilation and the effect was particularly good. Boss Zheng, you have studied anesthesia very deeply. Have you done it in the ICU?" Lao He turned on the chat mode like he was doing it for normal surgery.

Although the gallbladder looked blue and a little gloomy and weird, wasn’t it with Boss Zheng? Although he had never seen Zheng Ren undergo surgery, since he stood here, Lao He had confidence in him.

If a doctor like Boss Zheng can't do it, who would be willing to smash his own signature?

Lao He made an analysis from another perspective.

Malignant hyperthermia... Zheng Ren quickly recalled that after the rescue, he went to the urology department to observe the urology department, and the anesthesiologist who admired him very much.

It seems that his surname is He.

"Play some music?" Zheng Ren did not dare to ask the other person's surname rashly, but said tentatively while operating.

"I knew you would definitely be willing to listen to music during surgery. What do you want to listen to?" Lao He began to be excited.

Boss Zheng didn't say hello when he came in. He thought Zheng Ren had forgotten him. Although this was the case, Zheng Ren asked about music and gave Lao He an illusion.

"Yiren, what do you want to hear?" Zheng Ren asked.

"Tchaikovsky Violin Concerto in D Major." Xie Yiren focused on the operating table, holding the equipment Zheng Ren would need at any time, and said casually.

"Okay." Lao He checked the ventilator and various pumps again. There was nothing to do for the time being. He asked his deputy to take a look and then turned on the speaker in the surgery room.

"Brother Yang, hurry up." Zheng Ren said in a very low voice.

Professor Yang nodded. He stood on the side of the craftsman and could not see the craftsman, which was very awkward.

An ordinary open cholecystectomy was performed by Zheng Ren for minimally invasive surgery.

In the narrow space, the patterned pliers are almost measured in millimeters and are connected tissue around the gallbladder.

Some tissues are congested and edema, and some are porcelain-like due to calcium deposition. Zheng Ren's operations are different in different places.

The stylus forceps, the smallest forceps, alternately rotate and take turns to free the operation, and the operation proceeds very slowly.

"Boss Zheng, you also like violins, and you have a wide range of hobbies." Lao He adjusted the volume moderately, and finally got rid of the deadness in the operating room.

Zheng Ren glanced at Xiao Yiren and could feel her body relaxing a little as the sound of the Tchaikovsky's Violin Concerto in D major.

Xiao Yiren likes it, Zheng Ren stretched out his hand and said, "A needle holder."

Uh... Professor Yang looked at the surgery area in shock. Is it necessary to suture it at this time? It's impossible! In the process of wandering away from the surrounding connective tissue, what do Boss Zheng want to hold the needle device?

Xie Yiren patted a needle holder with the smallest suture needle in Zheng Ren's hand.

There is no thread on the needle, and the tip of the needle... is inward.

Professor Yang became messy on the stage.

I have had at least a thousand surgeries and I have seen them. I have never seen anyone with a needle holder like this.

If it is a randomly equipped nurse, Yang Rui feels that he can fall off the stage at this time!

Drop the table is to throw the wrong equipment directly on the equipment table in front of the equipment nurse to express your dissatisfaction and the majesty of the artist.

Even more serious, it will hit the video viewer directly.

The sound of the rupture of the video reader will express your extreme dissatisfaction instead of yourself. What are you doing! Even the needle with the needle holder can be reversed!

This person seems to be Boss Zheng’s girlfriend, so he probably won’t scold him. But how would Boss Zheng express his dissatisfaction? Or...

Professor Yang was thinking about it all, but Zheng Ren did not express any opinion. He took the needle holder and began to separate the needle hole in a narrow range.

this……

This is a patterned pliers that cannot be stretched in. You need to use a small needle to separate bluntly? Yang Rui was stunned. What if he breaks the blood vessel while wandering and breaks his blood vessels? In that position, can Boss Zheng have a skill?

Although he stood in the position of the craftsman, he could not see anything.

Not to mention him, even Zheng Ren had to turn his head and constantly change his angles to make blunt separation.

"My assistant, Professor Rudolf Wagner of Heidelberg, Germany, likes to play the violin. When he was in Haicheng, he always listened to him hum Tchaikovsky's Violin Concerto in D major." Zheng Ren said casually while doing surgery. Chat, as long as he is a doctor, he will talk.

Lao He was amazed and looked at Boss Zheng, and his assistant was a German professor.

Lao He knew about this, and it had been spread throughout the courtyard.

Although there are many foreign professors who come to operate, teach and communicate in 912, they have never had full-time assistants.

Looking at the show, I don’t even mention the nurse who brought the equipment on stage, but the assistants are all German professors.

"Old He, my phone is in my pocket, please help me get it." Professor Yang said suddenly.

"Old Yang, what's wrong?"

"You are there and help me record the video." Professor Yang said distressedly: "I have no surgery on this side, and I still have to write the surgical record."

Old He glanced at Mr. Dong, with endless confusion in his eyes and no magical wildness could be seen.

The surroundings of the porcelain gallbladder were sticking so much that Zheng Ren's operations were all moving within the narrowest range, and no one could witness the whole process.

Going off the stage and asking Zheng Ren to write the surgical record? This is a bit unrealistic.

Lao He smiled and picked up Yang Rui's cell phone and took a look at the battery. 65%, it should be enough.

"Boss Zheng, do you use a headlight?" Lao He came behind Zheng Ren, and his vision was dark. In this case, even if it was recorded, he couldn't see anything, so he asked.

"Okay, that's trouble." Zheng Ren said.

He doesn't care, because this operation has been performed hundreds of times in the system operating room!

All the details and possible problems are familiar with each other.

Including the use of the needle holes of small needles for blunt separation, the experiences and lessons learned after countless failures and dissections.

It was just in the system operating room that Zheng Ren did not expect to use a headlight device.

In general surgery, headlights are rarely used, but chest surgery is often used.

Soon, Lao He brought a public headlight and put it on Zheng Ren's head. He tried it, then changed the angle to let the light follow Zheng Ren's vision.

Lao He is very skilled in doing this.

As the lights came on, Zheng Ren cursed himself in his heart.

If you think of using headlights in the system operating room, you don’t have to explore in the dark. In that case, the surgical training time will be accumulated more or less.

Now, the surgical training time is squandered.

Zheng Ren then dispelled his distracting thoughts and began to concentrate on the operation.
Chapter completed!