Although before the operation, Zhao Sheng and Song Sixian had carefully compared and observed the changes in the blood vascularity, texture, volume, and degree of extrusion of the little boy's bulging sac through professional software, and further accurately determined the surgical plan through body surface positioning and repeated measurement and calculation, but the theory is theory, and in fact, when the operation occurs, if there is a little error, the operation will fail.

"High magnification microscope."

Zhao Sheng said to Xiao Wang, a resident doctor outside the gods.

"Okay, Mr. Zhao."

Xiao Wang, a resident doctor outside the gods, nodded, and immediately pushed the high-powered microscope over from the side.

"I'll make the incision, Lao Zhao, you retain your strength, and it's a big job later."

Song Sixian said to Zhao Sheng.

"Okay."

Zhao Sheng nodded, stood next to the high-powered microscope, and began to debug the equipment.

"Bipolar electrocoagulation."

Song Sixian said to Qi Ling, the instrument nurse.

"Okay."

Qi Ling hurriedly handed the bipolar electrocoagulation knife to Song Sixian.

Bipolar electrocoagulation, in fact, is the heat energy generated by high-frequency alternating current, which can be used to stop bleeding, remove abnormal tissues or weld tissues.

Speaking of which, the profession of doctor has something in common with all walks of life.

Orthopedics is like a carpenter, not to mention, this neurosurgery, sometimes, is similar to the process of embroidery and welding.

"This meningoencephalocele repair, in general, is to make a transverse fusiform incision at the base of the capsule, and when cutting, it is especially necessary to pay attention to retaining enough skin, so as not to make the skin suture too tight after the bulging sac is removed."

Song Sixian made an incision with a bipolar electrocoagulation knife while explaining to Xiao Wang, a resident doctor who was standing on the side.

Now the teaching teacher in the hospital can explain in such detail and patience as Song Sixian, which can be said to be very rare.

Now everyone is very busy and time is very tight, so how do the teachers teach and how do the junior doctors learn?

It's very simple, just watch more, see more, and it will be natural.

Unless it is a patient and meticulous teacher like Song Sixian.

Of course, not everyone likes to teach, just like Zhao Sheng, he doesn't like to teach very much, so that after the last teaching session, Zhao Sheng's subordinates still have no resident doctors, advanced doctors, regular training doctors and intern doctors.

Let's take a look, if all these four doctors who need to be taught are collected, then Zhao Sheng needs to bring at least four people.

Zhao Sheng is not the kind of teacher who is irresponsible for teaching students, he should teach, he has to teach others, he won't talk about lunch and dinner, he eats by himself, but if he works the night shift together, he has to solve the problem of supper at least for others.

Zhao Sheng himself, four students, plus nurses, isn't this just six or seven people, this takeaway supper can't be stingy, according to one person's fifty, that's hundreds.

Good guy, a night shift is hundreds, Zhao Sheng is worth a night shift, and the night shift fee is not hundreds!

If it had been before, these meals and drinks would have been covered by medical sales representatives, from breakfast, lunch, dinner to supper, and the usual snacks were all available.

But now, the sales rep dares to give, do you dare or?!

"Okay."

Xiao Wang, a resident doctor outside the gods, nodded again and again like a chicken, there are not many opportunities for such learning.

Although he is already a resident doctor outside the gods, he is at most admitting patients, prescribing medical orders, writing medical records, and cooperating with surgeries.

Soon, Song Sixian made a good incision, and it would be Zhao Sheng's turn.

"Lao Zhao, it's your turn."

Song Sixian looked at Zhao Sheng and said, it stands to reason that operating microscope surgery is a god's specialty, and Song Sixian, as a senior attending doctor of neurosurgery, is even more proficient in this.

But when he was in school, Song Sixian knew that Zhao Sheng was definitely the one with the most stable hands among the people he had ever seen.

Therefore, for the sake of stability, Song Sixian still wanted Zhao Sheng to do the microsurgery.

God knows why Zhao Sheng has such a good surgical foundation and talent, why did he go to the emergency department.

"Okay."

Zhao Sheng nodded.

Under the high magnification of the operating microscope, Zhao Sheng was engrossed and skillful in operating the suction device, bipolar electrocoagulation, and microscopic scissors and tweezers as thin as embroidery needles, peeling off the thin sac wall like a cicada's wings little by little.

Seeing Zhao Sheng start the operation, the others held their breath, and the operation under the microscope would be magnified, even if it was a very slight tremor of the millimeter level in the hand, it would be magnified to the operation, and it was possible that an extremely thin cranial nerve was cut off.

Such a meticulous operation requires time and patience, but this operation is too slow, after all, the patient is a 4-year-old boy who cannot tolerate long-term anesthesia and surgery.

Therefore, this operation must take into account the three aspects of speed, accuracy and detail.

"Lao Zhao, it has to be you, fast and fine."

Song Sixian couldn't help but sigh when he saw Zhao Shengxing's smooth and precise and subtle operation.

In the interval between operations, Zhao Sheng heard Song Sixian's words, raised his head, glanced at him, and lowered his head again to operate.

Two hours later, the operation, which would have taken at least two to three hours, ended ahead of schedule with the full cooperation of Zhao Sheng and Song Sixian.

After the operation, the skull flap was sutured and bandaged, Song Sixian said with a great sigh: "Lao Zhao, otherwise you should come to our god, your hands are really a pity in the emergency department." ”

"Yes, Dr. Zhao, your hands are definitely the most sensitive, accurate, and stable I have ever seen."

Qi Ling, who is well-informed and has seen many surgeons' operations, also said with great admiration.

"Doctor Zhao, your hands are simply too beautiful and powerful. If you just look at your hands, you must be a big handsome guy! ”

After a pause, Qi Ling said again.

In fact, in the operating room, it is a pleasure to see a great doctor perform surgery.

The kind of fast, smooth, and smooth refreshing feeling makes people very fascinated by it.

It's like men like to look at machinery, as long as there is an excavator working in front of the community, whether it is a little boy or an old man, he can move a small bench to watch all day.

As an instrument nurse, Qi Ling, what she likes to see and appreciate most is the hands of all kinds of surgeons.

In fact, many women like to look at men's hands, a pair of good-looking white hands, and a handsome face, then it is really a stranger like jade, and the son is unparalleled in the world!

This hand and hand, of course, are also different, some look good, but not easy to use, and some of them, do not look good, but they are very useful.

Zhao Sheng's hand is the best of the best, beautiful and easy to use!

"Ahem, what's so nice about your hands."

Zhao Sheng glanced at Qi Ling, who looked like Qi Wei, and said.