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

When he saw Zheng Ren coming in, he was very excited, and he always wanted to find a chance to talk to Zheng Ren. But Zheng Ren started the operation directly, he was really a serious doctor, and he didn't even talk about it for a day, Lao He thought to himself.

"It's okay to be normal. Zheng Ren was a little familiar with the voice, but he just couldn't remember who this was.

"After the last malignant hyperthermia rescue, I heard from them that you gave an excessive amount of hyperventilation on your side, and the effect was particularly good. Boss Zheng, you have a deep study of anesthesia and have worked in the ICU?" Lao He turned on the chatting mode as if he was usually operating.

Although the gallbladder looks blue and a little weird, isn't this Boss Zheng there. Although he had never seen Zheng Ren have undergone surgery, since he was standing here, Lao He had confidence in him.

A doctor like Boss Zheng can't do it, who wants to smash his own signboard?

Lao He made an analysis from another angle.

Malignant hyperthermia...... Zheng Ren quickly recalled that after the rescue, he went to the urology observation platform, the anesthesiologist who admired him.

He seems to have the surname He.

"Put on some music?" Zheng Ren didn't dare to rashly ask what people's surnames were, but said tentatively while undergoing surgery.

"I knew you would definitely like to listen to music during the operation, what do you want to hear?" Lao He began to get excited.

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

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

"Tchaikovsky's Violin Concerto in D major. Shay looked intently at the operating table, holding the instruments that Zheng Ren would need at any time, and said casually.

"Okay. Lao He checked the ventilator and various pumps again, and there was nothing to deal with for the time being, so he asked the deputy to take care of it, and then went to turn on the stereo in the operating room.

"Brother Yang, slow down. Zheng Ren said in a very small voice.

Professor Yang nodded, he stood on the side of the surgeon, and he basically couldn't see the field, which was very awkward.

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

In a small space, the striped forceps are almost measured in millimeters and free of the connective tissue around the gallbladder.

Part of the tissue is congested and edema, and part of it is porcelain due to calcium deposition, and Zheng Ren's operation is different in different places.

Patterned forceps and the smallest forceps alternately alternate in the free, and the operation proceeds very slowly.

"Boss Zheng, you still like the violin, and you have a wide range of hobbies. Lao He adjusted the volume moderately, and in the operating room, he finally got rid of the lifelessness.

Zheng Ren glanced at Xiao Yiren and could feel that Tchaikovsky's violin concerto in D major sounded, and her body relaxed a little.

As long as Xiao Yiren likes it, Zheng Renyi stretched out his hand and said, "Needle holder." ”

Belch...... Professor Yang looked at the operation area in amazement, do you want to suture at this time? Impossible, is it in the process of dissociating the surrounding connective tissue, what does Boss Zheng want to do with the needle?

Shay slapped a needle holder with the smallest size of the suture needle in Zheng Ren's hand.

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

Professor Yang was on the stage, messy.

I have done or seen at least 1,000 surgeries, and I have never seen such a needle holder.

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

Wrestling is throwing the wrong instrument directly onto the instrument table in front of the instrument nurse to show his dissatisfaction and the majesty of the surgeon.

More seriously, it will be smashed directly on the reader.

The sound of the reader cracking will express the extreme dissatisfaction in my heart instead of myself. What the hell! Even the needle with the needle holder can be reversed!

This seems to be Boss Zheng's girlfriend, so I guess I won't scold. But how will Boss Zheng express his dissatisfaction? Or will he ......

Professor Yang was thinking wildly, but Zheng Ren didn't express any opinion, took the needle holder, and began to use the position of the needle's eye to make a separation in a narrow area.

This......

This is a pattern pliers that can't be stretched in, and a small needle is used to blunt separation? Yang Rui was stunned. What should I do if I break a blood vessel in the middle of freeing?

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

Don't say it's him, even Zheng Ren has to tilt his head sideways and keep changing the angle to do blunt separation.

"My assistant, Professor Rudolf Wagner from Heidelberg, Germany, liked to play the violin, and when he was in Haicheng, I always listened to him hum Tchaikovsky's Violin Concerto in D major. Zheng Ren said casually while undergoing surgery. Chat, as long as it's a doctor, you'll talk.

Lao He was amazed, looking at Boss Zheng, his assistants were all German professors.

Lao He knew about this matter, and it had already spread all over the courtyard.

Although there is no shortage of foreign professors in 912 who come to operate, give lectures, and communicate, there are no full-time assistants.

Look at the pomp and circumstance of others, not to mention the nurses who bring their own instruments on stage, the assistants are all German professors.

"Lao He, I have my phone in my pocket, you can help me get it. Professor Yang said suddenly.

"Old Yang, what's wrong?"

"You're over there, help me video. Professor Yang said distressedly: "I don't have a surgical field here, and I still have to write an operation record." ”

Lao He glanced at Mr. Dong, there was endless confusion in his eyes, and he couldn't see any art.

The porcelain gallbladder is a mess around it, and Zheng Ren's operations are all in the narrowest range, and no one can really witness the whole process.

Stepping down and asking Zheng Ren to write a record of the operation? This is a bit unrealistic.

Lao He picked up Yang Rui's mobile phone with a smile and glanced at the battery, 65%, which should be enough.

"Boss Zheng, do you use a headlamp?" Lao He came behind Zheng Ren, and Zheng Ren's vision was also dark. In this case, I couldn't see anything even if it was a video, so I asked.

"Okay, that's troublesome. Zheng Rendao.

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

All the details, the places that could go wrong, are well known.

Blunt separation, including the use of the eye of a small needle, is a lesson learned after numerous failures and dissections.

It's just that in the operating room of the system, Zheng Ren didn't expect to use a headlamp.

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

Soon, Lao He brought a common headlamp, installed it on top of Zheng Ren's head, tried it, and changed the angle again, so that the light followed Zheng Ren's field of vision.

Lao He is very skilled in doing this.

As the lights turned on, Zheng Ren scolded himself in his heart.

If you want to use a headlamp in the operating room, you don't have to fumble in the dark. In that case, you will be able to save up some of your surgical training time.

And now, surgical training time is being squandered.

Jung In immediately dispelled the distracting thoughts and began to concentrate on the operation.

In the cheerful, lively, youthful melody of Tchaikovsky's Violin Concerto in D major, the speed of the operation gradually increases.

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