Chapter 1106 You Are Too Slow

"Boss Zheng, didn't you go to Mayo's side? When did you come back?" President Wang put down the blunt scissors and hemostatic forceps in his hand, and ordered a warm saline gauze to cover the operation area.

"I came back this afternoon. I missed Director Pan. I walked with Xiao Yiren and drove back." Zheng Ren brushed his hands, and the voice came from the corridor, buzzing.

"Boss Zheng, you are so handsome." As a surgical dog, President Wang is very envious of Zheng Ren's life.

Isn't this a trip that just goes away? When will I be able to live such a cool life?

However, it is a miracle that Boss Zheng can open up the situation in a short time. Not only that, but he could go to Mayo for surgery, which cannot but show that the technical level of others is really too high to be able to guess.

President Wang's news was all heard from Chu Yanran and Chu Yanzhi. Chu Yanran was a little better, but Chu Yanzhi was alive and kicking, and there was not a moment of silence.

Soon, Zheng Ren finished brushing his hands, and Xie Yi and Chu Yanzhi came back with him.

The Shei people also brushed their hands and replaced the night shift nurse. The little nurse's tired eyes are straight, and someone has replaced it. She is the one who used to be the most skilled in business. She is happy to find a place to rest.

No one wants to work the night shift if possible.

At the age of 30, gray hair came out. If you continue to endure for a few years, you have to age before you get old. The intensive care unit was even worse. The nurses turned the patient over and buckled their backs. When they were less than 30 years old, the lumbar disc first protruded.

"Boss Zheng, come to my place." President Wang said politely.

"No, I'll be your assistant." Zheng Ren stood directly in the position of the first assistant, and replaced a doctor who came to 912 with President Wang to the position of the third assistant.

"Tonight was too busy, there was a car accident, and the rescue from 6 o'clock to 11 o'clock. Just after the operation, the patient was sent to the ICU, and all kinds of patients came. There are 3 appendicitis and 2 cholecystitis. Woolen cloth."

"I'm really busy." Zheng Ren said calmly.

"Hey, the operation is slow, Yanzhi said, that's the problem." President Wang and the Chu sisters are very familiar with each other, and he said it as a joke.

"Are you sure?" Chu Yanzhi said, "If Mr. Zheng was here, he would be able to sleep in the first half of the night."

"Sister, how can you compare?" President Wang said with a sad face: "Boss Zheng is someone who can go to Mayo for surgery. It's not reasonable for you to compare me with Boss Zheng. If you have the ability, you can say that Haicheng First Hospital Who's surgery is better than me!"

"Mr. Zheng, isn't it, Mr. Zheng." Chu Yanzhi asked with a smile.

Zheng Ren didn't say a word, and when he stretched out his hand, blunt scissors and hemostatic forceps clapped in the palm of his hand.

"There's something wrong with what you're doing here." Zheng Ren said lightly, and then the blunt scissors and hemostatic forceps seemed to come alive, wandering between the sticky intestines.

This is a technical job. It is necessary to clarify the anatomical relationship to the core, and to be accurate in the hand, and the severity should be appropriate.

In particular, how much force the adhered intestinal wall can withstand can be judged by an experienced gastrointestinal surgeon.

There are very few such doctors, but Zheng Ren is.

Before, President Wang was just polite. Although he came to Haicheng from 912, his pursuit of technology has never stopped.

During the past few months, all operations were done by myself. Especially when people from Haicheng heard that the 912 experts had come to the First Hospital of the city, they rushed over, and the operation volume was even higher than that in the imperial capital.

What about surgery? As long as you are familiar with it, President Wang really doesn't believe that his level is so much worse than Zheng Ren.

But speaking, it is necessary to be polite.

However,

As soon as Zheng Ren got started,

President Wang was dumbfounded.

Boss Zheng's operations are not fancy at all, he talks in his mouth and does it in his hands, it's simple and clean.

If it was changed a few months ago, Mr. Wang knew that he might not be able to see so many details. However, now, he is on his own, shouldering greater responsibilities, and his surgical skills have also greatly improved.

However, as his surgical skills improved, he found that Boss Zheng was awesome, which made sense.

The part of the intestinal tract that I had just carefully dissociated had already started to ooze blood from the capillaries, and the surgical field was a little blurry.

Boss Zheng got started. As soon as the blunt scissors were inserted, the fibrous tissue of the adhering intestinal wall was torn apart. The strength was just right. There was no sign of damage to the intestinal wall at all, and the purpose of the operation was achieved.

In more than a minute, a lump of intestines was swum away. Zheng Ren controlled his hand speed and spoke while doing it, for fear that Mr. Wang would not understand, and he spoke in great detail.

Soon, President Wang also put aside his selfish thoughts,

start listening carefully,

study hard,

think carefully,

Seriously ask questions.

The operation was carried out quickly, which was the result of controlling the speed of the hands. When Mr. Wang saw it, he didn't know what to ask at the end. The most fundamental problem was that he didn't know enough about anatomy or even pathophysiology.

In other words, surgery is still too little.

Could it be that Haicheng's surgery is really so bad? A big-hearted boss Zheng came out of "feeding"?

Such an idea appeared in Mr. Wang's mind. Although it was absurd, it was the only reasonable explanation.

The adhering bowel is loosened, the twisted and narrowed sections are unclogged, and the operation is completed. It only took 12 minutes and 36 seconds, and the rest was flushing, checking for active bleeding, and then closing the abdomen.

There is nothing to explain about these steps.

After an operation, Zheng Ren felt that his whole body was much more relaxed. He really enjoys the kind of process that he concentrates on during the operation.

"I met Wu Hui in Rochester the other day." While waiting for warm saline to rinse his abdominal cavity, Zheng Ren started gossiping.

The culture of the operating room, even a "woody" general inpatient like Zheng Ren would inevitably be contaminated a little.

"Yeah!" Chu Yanzhi jumped up immediately, "Wu Hui, is that Wu Hui!"

"Yeah, it's Wu Hui who played the role of Zhan Long Zai Tian." Zheng Ren said, "He's in a community hospital, and his appendicitis hasn't been cured. He said that he would need a second-stage operation. It looks miserable."

"..." Everyone in the operating room was stunned.

After a few seconds, Mr. Wang asked, "Boss Zheng, you mean appendicitis, and the community hospitals in the United States haven't done it yet?"

"Yeah." Zheng Ren nodded, "I later performed a second-stage operation and cut the appendix. In fact, it's not too heavy, purulent perforated appendicitis, and the root of the appendix is ​​more congested and edema."

"Is the medical level on that side so low?" President Wang was in a trance.

"No, there are people who have money and social status, and there are high-level people. But ordinary doctors, that's how it is." Zheng Ren said.

"How high is the level?" President Wang asked.

"Well, how do you say it? The reason for the operation this time is because a research group on the other side is doing research on percutaneous radiofrequency ablation of renal sympathetic nerves for the treatment of hypertension. It is said that there have been phased results."

This is the world's cutting-edge technology. If the level is not high, it is really nothing high.