In the quiet operating room, the air seemed to be sticky for a while.

The thumb and index finger of Zhang Tianyang's left hand pinched the proximal end of the blood vessel, and the appropriate force blocked the blood flow that was jumping and jumping.

The index and little fingers of the left hand clamp the distal end of the vessel, pulling it more suitable for suturing and preventing the possibility of air embolism.

In the right hand, the needle holder is held virtually and is not clamped.

Because the tip of the needle holder, the semicircular surgical needle that is obviously one size smaller, looks too thin, and a little more force can deform it.

"Director, I need you to help me pinch the end of the sutures, I don't need to use force, just pinch and keep it in place, and I will control the strength of the sutures. ”

The dignified director of urology was assigned the same task as a tool man, but he nodded like a great enemy.

With such thin stitches, it feels like it will break if you pull it a little harder.

Moreover, it is the blood vessels that have been broken that are sutured......

Xiao Zhang must be under a lot of pressure.

I can't hold him back.

Ichisuke held the handle of the vascular clip with both hands, as if facing a great enemy.

He tried hard not to tremble, and stared at Zhang Tianyang's hands with a pair of eyes.

No one knows if this teacher can stitch up.

No one knows if that damn blood vessel will pop out of nowhere.

And what he has to do is to clamp that damn blood vessel at the moment when the teacher misses!

At this moment, Ichisuke felt that he had a long way to go.

"Didi, Didi"

The shrill screams of the monitors still echoed in my ears.

By listening to this sound distractedly, Zhang Tianyang can probably calculate it.

From the time he entered the operating room, it was about less than four minutes.

And from the rupture of this blood vessel to the time he entered the operating room, it was about three minutes.

It took seven minutes for the color of the intestinal tube to be visible to the naked eye, which indicates that there should be collateral circulation in this part of the patient's intestine.

Although this main blood supply artery is GG, the collateral circulation can still pump some blood into it.

That's the good news.

The bad news is that it has changed color, which means that the collateral circulation does not support the normal life activities of this part of the intestine.

So, how much time is left for him?

No one can say.

Maybe it will last for another ten minutes.

Maybe in two minutes things will take a turn for the worse.

So......

"60 seconds. ”

Zhang Tianyang suddenly spit out a number.

Then, taking a deep breath, his eyes gradually sharpened.

"Ready......

Let's go!"

......

"Two sets of surgical gowns, thank you!"

"Please get two sets of surgical gowns!"

At the door of the operating room on the fourth floor of the surgical building, two people bumped into each other.

They were all bigwigs from the Oriental Hospital, and they didn't see anyone looking up, and the two sides quickly recognized each other.

On one side is the director of the Department of Vascular Surgery and his right-hand man, and on the other side is the director of the Department of Hepatobiliary Surgery and the deputy chief physician of his lineage.

Their eyes staggered, and the four of them nodded quickly, but none of them had the intention of greeting.

They took the surgical gowns from the aunts at the door, and walked inside in a hurry.

"What day is it?"

The janitor who handed out four sets of surgical gowns looked surprised.

She has been in the operating room for so many years, and she can recognize at a glance who the big guys who just came are.

Look back at the time.

And today, Tuesday, it's obviously not the operation day of the director of hepatobiliary surgery......

Moreover, the two hepatobiliary surgeons just now, the wheezing sound is so heavy, are they coming?

Not...... I'm afraid I'm here to save the scene......"

Auntie's face that was smiling just now gradually became difficult to look at.

"Nothing should happen inside, right?"

Somewhat uneasy, she stood up from her position, stretched her head, and looked inside—

All you can see is a long corridor.

She sat back down.

I pressed down the variety show that was playing before.

"Eh......! Hopefully, hopefully saved......"

......

"Hurry up!"

In the men's locker room, the four bigwigs were much more anxious than the aunt at the door.

"What kind of torn pants are these!"

Seeing that the belts of the surgical gown and pants were entangled and difficult to untie for a while, the director of hepatobiliary surgery scolded and directly snatched the pants of his deputy chief physician.

"I'll go in first, you hurry up and get a new one!"

hurriedly put on blue pants and a green shirt, and the director of hepatobiliary surgery hurriedly pulled off a mask and hat, and wore them as he walked, with a fast pace.

Next to him, the director of vascular surgery was not too anxious.

But another little doctor in vascular surgery was lucky not to have to deal with a knotted belt in his trousers.

Seeing that the four newcomers left three in an instant, the doctor next to him who was slowly changing clothes was shocked.

"Why are you in such a hurry?"

Can you not be in a hurry?

I was on a business trip with the director today, and I had already gotten in the car and drove a few hundred meters out, and I was called back by a phone call!

"Something went wrong inside. ”

The deputy chief physician of the Department of Hepatobiliary Surgery hurriedly explained.

He didn't want to run out to get new pants, he directly put on a blue shirt and green pants, and didn't untie the dead knot of his belt, and directly tied a dead knot on it.

Two dead knots, at most, a little more troublesome when you take off your surgical gown at the end.

But a few seconds faster can mean the difference between life and death for the patient!

"What's going on in there? Eh, you're ......."

Looking at the deputy chief physician of the hepatobiliary surgery who disappeared with a "swish", the doctor who was slowly dressing was stunned in place.

In the next second, he involuntarily sped up the speed at which he was dressed.

......

"Which room is it?"

"Room 22!"

"22Which way are you going?"

"You're going to room 22 too?"

At the fork in the corridor of the operating room, the two bigwigs of vascular surgery and the director of hepatobiliary surgery who had washed their hands met again.

But in an instant, the three of them staggered, and the director of hepatobiliary surgery had consciously walked to the front.

"Come with me!"

"Dada, da"

The steps of the three of them were staggered, and the air pressure seemed to be a little lower.

The heart of the director of the hepatobiliary surgery department was a little confused.

That damn doctor can break a patient's major artery with a single autumn card!

It's stupid to die for!

If the patient dies, he will have to finish the game directly, and he will have to be implicated.

Of course, that's all for later.

The point is, this patient is not a particularly serious illness in the first place, and he is not so sick that he will die!

I don't know if I'll be able to come in time.

Listening to the description on the phone, the bleeding is quite serious.

How long has it been? It's been about ten minutes, right?

Will the patient be able to hold up......

Also, why do they call people from vascular surgery?

Is it to find the blood vessels and then deal with them?

Damn, it's not certain if the bleeding spot can be found!

......

The director of the Department of Vascular Surgery also had mixed thoughts in his mind.

The phone said that the patient's intestinal tube has changed color, I don't know if it's too late?

Fortunately, I happened to take my little doctor to work in the surgical building, otherwise it would have been a few more minutes to run from the intervention room.

How long has it been since I answered the phone?

Three minutes?

Hopefully, it's still too late.

The chief of hepatobiliary surgery was also called.

Well, it was the operating table of the hepatobiliary surgery that had an accident, and it was normal for him to come over.

But why does it seem so anxious?

Didn't that say that the artery had been found and pinched?

Could it be that the intestinal tube is necrotic faster than expected?

......

The three of them thought of a completely staggered thought, but their steps were fast.

Turn a corner, and the sign of Room 22 is not far away.

At the door of room 22, the chief surgeon who had not had time to wash his face with blood was pouting his buttocks, half-bending, scratching his ears and cheeks and looking into the operating room.

"Open the door!"

The director of hepatobiliary surgery scolded and glared at the chief surgeon.

Now I'm in a hurry to save people, and I don't have time to talk to this idiot.

Wait for me to come out, see if I don't scold you to death!

"Hum—"

The screen door slowly opened in front of you.

The chief director of the hepatobiliary surgery department was restless, and finally waited until the crack in the door was wide enough for a person, and rushed in with a "poof".

"Shhh

As soon as he entered the door, his eyelids jumped with blood all over the ground.

He hurried to the operating table.

I rubbed shoulders with two doctors who were taking off their surgical gowns.

"Holy!"

The two doctors in the vascular surgery department were two steps late, and they were also frightened by the tragic amount of bleeding.

The adrenaline rushed instantly, and they picked up the pace again.

"Hurry, hurry, hurry!"

The two hurried to the direction of the operating table, and also passed by the doctor next to them.

"Has the bleeding stopped?"

"How's the intestines?"

The voices of the chief director of hepatobiliary surgery and the director of vascular surgery were anxious and trembling, but on the operating table, Ichisuke turned a deaf ear.

He stared at the patient's abdominal cavity in a daze, and still held a slender handle firmly in his hand.

At the other end of the handle is the vascular clip that has not been punched out from beginning to end.

"Hey, hey!"

It wasn't until he was kicked that Ichisuke went into a trance and took his eyes off the patient's abdomen with difficulty.

He looked at the few bigwigs who appeared next to him with a blank look.

"Why are you alone? What about the others?

I didn't see the expected blood poofing out, and the director of the hepatobiliary surgery frowned deeply.

"The patient should not ......"

But next to it, the numbers on the monitor are calm and steady.

The anesthesiologist, slumped on a small round stool, was glaring at him with a large syringe in his mouth.

Lao Tzu said that if he can hang the patient's life, he can hang it!"

"What's going on now?"

The director of vascular surgery, who saw the field clearly, also frowned.

Didn't you call him to stitch up the artery?

What about the blood vessels that need to be sutured?

Isn't it going to be clipped?

Ichisuke, who had been kicked again, finally regained his senses.

"Director ......"

He looked at his own director, and the corners of his eyes couldn't help but glow with a crystal liquid.

"It's over......"

"What's the end?"

"Director ......"

Ichisuke recalled the artistic, yet thunderous operation that had just been imprinted in his mind, and shed tears that I don't know if it was shock or happiness.

"You're late......"

"Surgery, it's done......"

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Lala~

An An is so tired