In fact, the atmosphere in the operating room should be relaxed and convivial in most cases.

The average duration of a large and medium-sized operation is about two hours and 20 minutes, and to remain silent for such a long time is actually a very serious loss of the spirit of medical staff. Imagine a person who needs to stand for two hours wearing several layers of clothing and gloves to maintain mental concentration and precise hand movements at all times. At the same time, it is necessary to observe the state of the other people involved in the operation from time to time to ensure optimal teamwork and not to talk casually. It's nothing short of torture.

Therefore, doctors who usually don't like to talk very much, almost always become the best chat partner in front of the operating table. They would randomly pick a few topics and start chatting with all the nurses, doctors, anesthesiologists, and even patients who were under semi-anesthesia. Doctors with heavier tastes can even use their hands to run the intestines out of the intestines while dealing with intestinal obstruction, while discussing with the nurse which store to eat crayfish or fat intestine noodles after work.

When the surgery goes well, the operating room is usually as lively as a middle school classroom that has just finished class.

The surgery began to be difficult, and the classroom after class felt as if the bell had been ringing again. The nurses began to nervously deliver the equipment, while the doctors were silent and preoccupied with the competition.

The scariest time was when the operation went haywire—after the classroom bell rang, it was not the beloved art teacher who came to class, but the head teacher with a black face. Everyone didn't dare to make extra movements, and the whole classroom echoed with the roar of the head teacher.

Therefore, it is especially important to maintain a good atmosphere. For the vast majority of medical staff who participate in the operation, as long as the surgeon is still chatting with interest, there is nothing to worry about.

"Alright, that's almost time to start stitching. Director Zheng carefully used seven or eight bottles of saline to clean the wound on Lin Lan's leg little by little. "Make sure the nerves and blood vessels are alive first, and don't move the femur. ”

The group of orthopedic rough men who had been instructed nodded and began to carefully cut off the skin that was still hanging outside. The cut skin is placed in a clean surgical tray next to it, and the fat layer and tissue under the skin are trimmed little by little. If you don't trim and thin it, and make many small holes in it that can drain it, even if you forcibly sew it back in, you will only end up with necrotic amputation.

The subordinates focused on handling the flap, Director Zheng stretched out his arm, felt that his energy was not bad, and motioned to the little nurse on the side to bring a custom-made head-mounted magnifying glass for himself. Lower your head again and start suturing the broken blood vessel.

Sun Lien hid in the corner and watched with relish. Especially when he saw Director Zheng preparing to suture the blood vessels, Sun Lien felt a little excited.

Nowadays, doctors are increasingly using vascular staplers to assist in suturing. In addition to being somewhat expensive and potentially increasing the risk of distorted blood vessels, vascular staplers are simply the best option for suturing blood vessels during surgery.

However, after careful observation, Director Zheng chose to stitch by hand.

Could it be that the suture position of the blood vessel is not suitable for placing the stapler? Sun Lien watched Director Zheng sew up a vein in less than ten minutes, and pondered the reason in his heart. But it seemed that because his observation was too close, suddenly, in front of Sun Lien's eyes, on Director Zheng's head, a line of conspicuous words jumped out.

"Zheng Guoyou, male, 61 years old, suffered from a slight myocardial infarction. ”

Sun Lien blinked his eyes a few times, and the words "slight myocardial infarction" became more conspicuous.

Just as Sun Lien decided to make an appointment for an MRI in a while to see if he was more crazy, he suddenly found that the sweat on Director Zheng's head seemed to have become a little more.

No, it's not just sweat. Sun Lien narrowed his eyes slightly. Director Zheng's face instantly turned pale, and the originally extremely smooth movements of his hands began to slow down. The mask began to blow and retract visibly under his somewhat heavy breathing.

But the action of the suture did not stop.

"No......" Sun Lien quietly moved two steps to the side, and moved a little closer to Director Zheng, and then, he heard a slight panting. Other orthopedic surgeons were working on the flap with their heads down, while also debating whether to eat braised pork from the cafeteria at noon. The little nurse next to Director Zheng was obviously focused on the delivery equipment, and even Zheng Guoguo was sweating profusely without noticing. The attention of everyone else in the operating room was drawn to the neurosurgical craniotomy. In the operating room of more than 40 square meters, Sun Lien was the only one who noticed that Director Zheng's state was a little improper.

It can't be delayed any longer. Sun Lien quickly made a decision, he first retreated, and whispered something in the ear of Hu Jia, who looked curious. Then regardless of the shock on her face, she walked quickly behind Liu Tangchun.

Liu Tangchun was hanging his hands and watching the resident doctor in the neurosurgery department make a hole in Lin Lan's skull. The drill bit creaked into the bone.

"Director Liu. Sun Lien quietly touched Director Liu's waist with his buttocks, recalling the old man's attention, "Director Zheng's state is not quite right. ”

"En?" Director Liu retracted his attention and asked with some confusion, "What's the matter?

Sun Lien nodded helplessly, "Not only that, Director Zheng seems to be a little panting, and the amount of sweat on his head is also quite large...... Does Director Zheng have a heart attack?"

A heart attack is no small matter, and the slightest heart attack can cause severe enough pain to break down – and some people are even more unlucky, they don't even have any pain and just faint because of the lack of blood supply.

Director Liu's original diagnosis opinions on the medical regulations were just nonsense, but when he thought of Sun Lien's record of discovering internal bleeding, Director Liu suddenly felt that he should pay attention to Sun Lien's discovery.

"Lao Zheng, I heard my family rule that you are not in a good state. Director Liu bypassed the operating table, came to Director Zheng, who was completing the sutures, and asked in a low voice, "How are you, are you okay?"

"Something......" Director Zheng completed the last stitch, and some broken femoral veins were completely stitched up by him. With the end of the last stitch, Director Zheng seemed to have become a robot that suddenly lost power, and his body softened backwards and fell over.

"Lao Zheng!" Liu Tangchun was shocked, and he couldn't care about the sterile rules of the operating room, so he opened his hands and was about to help Director Zheng. But he was blocked by Sun Lien, who was moving faster.

Sun Lien grabbed Director Zheng, put the old man on the ground, quickly changed his position, knelt beside the old man, and began to press on his chest with both hands. While pressing, Sun Lien shouted to Hu Jia, who had already prepared outside the door, "Don't be stunned, push the ambulance!"