Chapter 886: Boss Zheng is Really Serious
“Boss Zheng, is there any special need for anesthesia?” Anesthesiologist Lao He asked eagerly.
When he saw Zheng Ren come in, he was very excited. He had been looking for an opportunity to talk to Zheng Ren. To his chagrin, Zheng Ren directly started the surgery. ‘He was really a very serious doctor. He did not even stop to chat,’ Lao He thought to himself.
“It’s fine as long as it’s normal.” Zheng Ren heard a familiar voice, but he just could not remember who the person was.
“After the malignant high fever rescue last time, I heard from them that you gave an excessive amount of ventilation, and the effect was particularly good. Boss Zheng, you have quite a deep understanding of anesthesia. Have you worked in the ICU before?” Lao He started chatting as if it was a usual surgery.
Although the gallbladder looked blue and somewhat eerie, Boss Zheng was here. Although he had never seen Zheng Ren perform surgery before, since he was standing here, Lao He had confidence.
If a doctor like Boss Zheng could not do it, who would want to ruin their reputation by trying?
Lao He analyzed it from another angle.
‘Malignant high fever…’ Zheng Ren quickly recalled the anesthesiologist who admired him when he went to the genitourinary surgery observatory after the treatment.
His surname seemed to be He.
“Put on some music?” Zheng Ren did not dare to rashly ask what Lao He’s surname was. Instead, he probed while he was performing the surgery.
“I knew you would want to listen to music during surgery. What do you want to listen to?” Lao He started to get excited.
Boss Zheng did not even greet him when he entered. Lao He thought that Zheng Ren had forgotten about him. Although that was the truth, Zheng Ren’s question about music distracted Lao He.
“Yiren, what do you want to hear?” Zheng Ren asked.
“Tchaikovsky’s Violin Concerto in D major,” Xie Yiren said casually as she focused on the operating table, holding the instruments that Zheng Ren would need at any time.
“Okay.” Lao He checked the ventilator and the array of pumps again. There was nothing to be done for the time being. He asked his assistant to look after it and then went to turn on the stereo in the operating room.
“Brother Yang, slow down,” Zheng Ren said in a very low voice.
Professor Yang nodded. He was standing on the side of the operator, so he could not see the operating field. It was very awkward.
A normal open cholecystectomy was being performed by Zheng Ren as minimally invasive surgery.
In the narrow space, the striated forceps were almost measuring millimeters of the connective tissue around the gallbladder.
Part of the tissue was hyperemia and edema, and part of it was porcelain due to calcium deposition. Zheng Ren’s operation was different in different places.
The patterned forceps and the smallest forceps were freed. The operation was very slow.
“Boss Zheng, you like the violin. You have quite a wide range of hobbies.” Lao He adjusted the volume to a moderate level. In the operating theater, the lifeless atmosphere was finally lifted.
Zheng Ren glanced at Little Yiren. He could sense her body relaxing a little as the Tchaikovsky’s Violin Concerto in D major resonated in the theater.
As long as Little Yiren liked it, it was fine. Zheng Ren stretched out his hand and said, “Needle holder.”
Uh… Professor Yang looked at the operating area in shock. Was he ready to suture? Impossible! He was still dealing with the connective tissue. Why did Boss Zheng need a needle holder?
Xie Yiren slapped a needle holder with the smallest size of a suture needle into Zheng Ren’s hand.
There was no thread on the needle, and the tip of the needle… was pointing inward.
Professor Yang was on the stage, and he was in a mess.
He had performed and watched at least a thousand surgeries, and he had never seen a needle holder with a needle like this.
If it was a random scrub nurse, Yang Lei like that he would fall off the stage!
Falling off the stage meant throwing the wrong instrument directly onto the scrub nurse’s instrument table to express his dissatisfaction and at the surgeon.
Even more seriously, he would throw it directly onto the radiographic film viewer.
The sound of the radiographic film viewer breaking would represent his extreme dissatisfaction. What the hell! He even had the needle on the needle holder reversed!
This seemed to be Boss Zheng’s girlfriend. She probably would not scold him. But how would Boss Zheng express his dissatisfaction? Or…
Professor Yang was thinking about random things. Zheng Ren did not express any opinion. He took the needle holder and started to use the needle’s eye to perform a blunt dissection in a narrow area.
…
This was a needle that could not even be inserted into a patterned forceps. He wanted to use a small needle to perform a blunt dissection? Yang Lei was stunned. What if he broke a blood vessel while he was drifting? How could Boss Zheng have an operative view in that position?
Although he was standing in the position of the surgeon, he could not see anything.
Forget him, even Zheng Ren had to tilt his head and constantly change the angle to perform the blunt dissection.
“My assistant, Rudolf Wagner from Heidelberg, Germany, likes the violin. When he was in Sea City, he was always humming Tchaikovsky’s Violin Concerto in D major,” Zheng Ren said casually while he was performing the surgery.
Lao He gasped in surprise. Boss Zheng’s assistants were all freaking German professors.
Lao He knew about this, and it had long been spread throughout the hospital.
Although there was no lack of foreign professors coming to perform surgery, lecture, and exchange at the 912, there had never been a full-time assistant.
Looking at the pomp of the other party, not only was he the scrub nurse on stage, but his assistants were all German professors.
“Lao He, my phone is in my pocket. Can you help me with it?” Professor Yang suddenly said.
“Old Yang, what’s wrong?”
“You’re over there. Help me record,” Professor Yang said in distress. “I don’t have an operative view on this side. I still have to write down the operative view.”
Lao He glanced at Chairman Dong. His eyes were filled with endless confusion. He could not see any operative view.
The area around the porcelain gallbladder was stuck in a mess. Zheng Ren’s movements were all within the narrowest range, so no one could witness the entire process.
Get off the stage and get Zheng Ren to write the surgical record? That was a little unrealistic.
Lao He chuckled as he picked up Yang Lei’s phone. He looked at the battery. 65% should be enough.
“Boss Zheng, do you want to use the headlight?” Lao He came behind Zheng Ren. Zheng Ren’s field of vision was also dark. In this kind of situation, he could not see anything, even if it was recorded, so he asked.
“Okay, then I’ll have to trouble you,” Zheng Ren said.
He did not care because this surgery had been performed hundreds of times in the operating theater of the System!
He was familiar with all the details and the places where problems might occur.
On top of using the eye of the needle to perform blunt dissection, he learned all the lessons after countless failures, with the addition of blunt dissection.
However, in the operating theater of the System, Zheng Ren did not expect to use a headlamp.
Headlamps were rarely used in general surgery, but they were often used in thoracic surgery.
Soon, Lao He took a common headlamp and placed it on Zheng Ren’s head. He tried it and changed the angle, making the light follow Zheng Ren’s field of vision.
Lao He was very skilled at doing this.
As the light lit up, Zheng Ren cursed himself in his heart.
If he used a headlamp in the operating theater, he would not have to fumble in the dark. In that case, he could more or less save a portion of his surgical training time.
And now, his surgical training time had been squandered.
Zheng Ren immediately dispelled his distracting thoughts and began to focus on the surgery.
Under the cheerful, lively, and vigorous melody of Tchaikovsky’s Violin Concerto in D major, the speed of the surgery gradually increased.