Su Yun lowered his head but unfortunately, he could not hide his face behind his hair. This boss was really cowardly. If it were him, he would definitely say the key points of the surgery without saying anything and shock everyone in the room first.
He did not doubt whether Zheng Ren could perform such a difficult surgery at all. It was just that this way of appearing... Boss, you're just too lame.
Since he had already said so, who could say no when faced with the Nobel Prize candidate? Moreover, he was just an assistant. It was common to be a temporary assistant. It was not something taboo.
Seeing that everyone was silent, Zheng Ren thought that they had tacitly agreed, so he turned around and washed his hands.
Soon, he washed his hands, disinfected them, and put on the surgical gown. Su Yun followed behind and helped him put on the surgical gown. He tugged at the corner of the gown and said, "Boss, you have to be more confident."
"Huh? Am I not confident enough?" Zheng Ren was puzzled.
Speechless, Su Yun shook his head. There were so many people, so he did not want to rebuke him.
"Chief Dong, please make way."After Su Yun and Zheng Ren finished speaking, he saw that Zheng Ren was standing behind his assistant and looking at him.
Dong Jia was stunned. This Boss Zheng was going to be the first assistant?
Although he was a little puzzled, Dong Jia did not refute. Logically speaking, he was only a chief resident. Although he was older than Zheng Ren, he had to give Zheng Ren sufficient respect.
Professor Yang did not notice the conversation. He was holding a pair of scissors and carefully cut open the grayish-white membrane of the cyst.
"What color is the drainage fluid?" Zheng Ren asked after he came up.
"Colorless and transparent," Chief Dong answered.
Zheng Ren nodded. This meant that there was no bile duct basket. The simulation mannequin in the operating theater was as excellent as ever.
Zheng Ren took a look at the situation and knew how far the surgery had progressed.
He had been simulating this surgery in the System's operating theater for a month. Although he had failed a lot in the early stages, he was gradually succeeding in the later stages.
He had used up almost all the time he had spent training in the surgery but Zheng Ren was already very familiar with this surgery.
Professor Yang and Dong Jia each held a traction line. Zheng Ren reached out his hand and said, "Chief Dong, let me do it."
The traction cord was sewn on the sac wall. It was pulled up with a certain amount of force to prevent the liver tissue from being damaged when the sac was cut open.
Both Professor Yang and Dong Jia did not dare to pull the traction cord too hard. This was because the entire liver tissue and sac wall looked very fragile. They were afraid that one force would tear a certain tissue and cause bleeding.
Dong Jia felt a little strange. No one else could do it. However, he had inexplicable respect for Zheng Ren. Perhaps it was because of Fang Lin's rescue, or maybe because he was a Nobel Prize candidate.
Dong Jia passed the traction line to Zheng Ren and watched it attentively.
The force was increased by more than 50% and a piece of sac wall deformed slightly. Dong Jia's heart thumped as if it was beating during sinus rhythm.
Just as he was about to remind Zheng Ren, Dong Jia saw the scissors in Professor Yang's hand stop for a moment, and then he began to move.
The exposure of the operative view was really good...but could this be done?
The answer had not appeared for quite some time.
After cutting it open, Zheng Ren's right hand, which was holding the lead wire, changed its angle again, and the deeper part of the operative view was exposed.
The surgery, which was originally as slow as a tortoise's speed, finally returned to normal and began to speed up.
The more Dong Jia looked at it, the more surprised he became. He had nothing to say about being an assistant.
What Professor Yang was going to do next, Zheng Ren could always expose the surgical field in that position a little earlier so that things could be planned ahead.
Using a traction line, hemostatic forceps, an appendix retractor, or even gauze, the amount of force was just right. The surgeon only needed to do the simplest work.
As he watched, Dong Jia was puzzled.
There were a few points that Professor Yang did not seem to realize. It was Zheng Ren who exposed the operative view when he was confused, so Professor Yang took the opportunity to continue separating the vesicle tissue.
This...
Was his skill level really so high?
Dong Jia stood beside Zheng Ren and gradually became absent-minded.
This place was originally the third assistant's position. After Zheng Ren replaced Dong Jia as the first assistant, Dong Jia did not go to Professor Yang's side to be the second assistant. Instead, he stood close to the equipment station.
In the beginning, he could still do something to help.
But very soon, Dong Jia discovered that he...had nothing to do.
Zheng Ren was still at ease. He did not speak. All his intentions were expressed through body language.
He would expose the surgical field in advance. Professor Yang just had to follow along.
Looking at the surgery that was led by Professor Yang, Chief Dong felt that Zheng Ren was the one leading the surgery.
He had grasped the rhythm of the surgery and made it easy and smooth for a surgery that was originally clumsy, cautious, and treading on thin ice.
Just as he was thinking that, the surgery suddenly stopped.
The smooth surgery suddenly stopped. It was like a person standing on a speeding car, and he staggered forward due to inertia.
It was so uncomfortable...
Nearly ten doctors were watching from the side, and they all had the same feeling in their hearts.
Zheng Ren held the traction cord with his right hand and extended his left hand. However, his left hand was empty. The scrub nurse stared blankly, not knowing what Zheng Ren needed.
"Sponge forceps," Zheng Ren whispered, "About that... Su Yun, go and call Yiren. It's better to call her for the surgery."
Chapter 772 - The Perfect Assistant
"Ah?" Professor Yang was stunned.
Zheng Ren looked at the ventilator and monitor, then said, "This surgery usually takes about 15 hours, but the patient can't hold out this long in this condition. The surgery needs to be accelerated."
Accelerated... he was already at maximum capacity, okay? How was he to speed up?
And who was this woman? Was there a doctor named Yi in the general surgery department?
"Okay." Su Yun ignored professor Yang's doubts. He turned around and walked to a corner of the operating theater. He took out his phone and made a call.
"Yiren, the large-scale surgery needs to be sped up. The Boss wants you to take the stage."
"Oh, send me a message when you're outside. I'll bring you in."
"I'm hanging up."
During the call, they already removed one of the sac walls using the sponge forceps.
The speed of the surgery after that was indeed a little faster.
Chief Dong was politely "Pushed"to the position of the second assistant by Zheng Ren to help expose his vision.
Every time he saw that Dong Jia's speed was a little slower and could not keep up with Zheng Ren's rhythm, Zheng Ren's wrist would make a subtle movement. Su Yun would think that it was better to hit with the hemostatic forceps.
However, this was 912. If Zheng Ren were to be bossy on the operating table, it would probably cause public outrage.
'Boss, you're still too conservative,' Su Yun thought to himself. When it was time to be bossy, one had to do so. That was the privilege of a capable surgeon.
However, the more Su Yun looked at the surgery, the worse his expression became.
From the time when he was in sea city general hospital, Zheng Ren had a
lways been a surgeon, and Su Yun had always been his assistant.
Su Yun had also been claiming himself as a flawless assistant.
In his opinion, that was indeed the case. If he were to give his assistant a grade, Su Yun would definitely think that he had a perfect score.
To say that he was flawless was indeed not being polite, but an objective evaluation.
However, that day, he saw Zheng Ren as an assistant.
All kinds of guidance, exposure, clamping assistance, cutting... all were well practiced.
The second hepatic portal was stuck in a mess. Professor Yang originally wanted to observe carefully and make a move bit by bit, so as not to break the blood vessels and cause irreversible damage.
However, with Zheng Ren's assistance, the speed could not be slowed down at all.
Zheng Ren only occasionally reached out his hand. When the scrub nurse did not know what she needed, he whispered a word. Other than that, he did not say anything else.
He only used his body language and operative view to convey to Professor Yang the information on how the surgery should be done.
Even if it was an unfamiliar surgery, professor Yang still felt that he was familiar with it.
Damn it! Was he that good as an assistant?
Su Yun did not criticize him too much internally because he knew that the reason the surgery could be done this way was due to Zheng Ren's higher level of understanding of the surgery than Professor Yang.
If Zheng Ren was the surgeon, and Su Yun the assistant, he would definitely be faster than he was now.
Little Yiren was on the way. Would he be faster then?
Su Yun started to look forward to it.
Adhesion between the blood vessels in the second hepatic hilum was a mess. However, with the help of those agile hands, the surgical view would be exposed at every critical moment. Blunt dissection was always successful.
Professor Yang knew in his heart that this person in front of him was not an assistant, but rather, he was teaching a surgery.
He vaguely recalled ten years ago, when he was still a doctoral student.
At that time, his teacher would occasionally go on stage to teach him surgery.
Because of the uniqueness of the operating table, the so-called hand-to-hand teaching could not be the same as other industries.
The most considerate teaching was when the teacher acted as the first assistant, exposing the entire surgery process clearly in front of him.
Of course, no one had the patience to assist a hundred times. It was only at certain times when the teacher was in the mood, or when he saw that Professor Yang's level was at a point of explosive growth and needed a boost, that he would act as an assistant and teach him once.
Each of those surgeries were rare opportunities, Professor Yang could still recall many details from them.
However, that day, when his level was able to gain a firm foothold in 912 hospital, and could even faintly covet the position of Chief Physician, the teaching surgery dawned upon him once more.
Gradually, Professor Yang went back in time. In a trance, he felt that he had returned to his youth.
The surgery continued. The complicated and mutated anatomical structure of the second hilum of the liver gradually became clear.
The Chief of the Department of Genitourinary Surgery at the side of the spectator's stand did not leave after he had finished his work. He remained in the spectator's stand.
This type of liver hydatid disease was very rare. Since he was already there, it would be nice for him to observe more of the chief's experience.
However, he did not expect to see such a strange surgery.
He could see that boss Zheng, who had gone up to the stage, was teaching the surgery and guiding professor Yang to carry out the surgery.
Although it was guiding, the speed was not slow. In fact, it could even be said to be very fast.
"This young man is really something!" The Chief of the Genitourinary Surgery Department sighed internally.
His skill was great, but he was not ostentatious. He took the position of an assistant right from the start. Previously, he thought that it was very arrogant of him to be the first assistant, but now it seemed that he was keeping a low profile. It was too f*cking low profile.
He performed the surgery well, yet he kept a low profile. It was difficult for people to not have a good impression of him.
Amazing, absolutely amazing!
The Chief of the Department of Genitourinary Surgery looked at him and even felt a little regretful. If only this person was in the Department of Genitourinary Surgery.
If that was really the case, even if he had to shed all pretense of cordiality with Old Kong, he would still have to snatch this young man over.
When he thought of this, he was stunned for a moment, but then he smiled bitterly.
What was he thinking?!
He was not the leader of Chief Kong's subordinates. Chief Kong was the one who held the Nobel Prize and descended upon Hospital 912.
Even Chief Kong would have to be polite to this young man. Given that ability, Zheng Ren would have to be treated like a master wherever he went. Even if he was ostracized by seniority within the country, he would still have a place in the Mayo Clinic.
That was a god, not to be mistaken as a junior doctor just because he was young.
The Chief of the Department of Genitourinary Surgery shook his head. What a pity.
Old Kong was really lucky.
"Professor Yang, this way," a voice broke the silence on the operating table.
The hemostatic forceps in Zheng Ren's hand were placed on the blunt scissors, stopping professor Yang from making a move.
"Huh?"
"Professor Yang, your vision is blocked. There is a small artery under the lower scissors. It's very troublesome to cut it. Turn your wrist by 15 degrees. Go from this angle," Zheng Ren said.
That was the first time he had communicated with Professor Yang since he came on stage.
Generally speaking, if the difference between the skills of the practitioner and the assistant was not too far off, this kind of communication was very common, especially in the face of a high-difficulty surgery, they would communicate with each other and find a suitable method.
However, Zheng Ren's words...
They were filled with confidence and... dignity, just like a senior doctor.
Although he was polite, there was also no room for doubt.
Professor Yang really felt like when he was a student. He did not have any doubts and continued the surgery according to Zheng Ren's words.
He stretched out his hand, pulled the thread with the forceps, and ligated it.
A slightly thick and tiny artery was ligated and cut off. The surgical field was clean, as if the small artery did not exist at all. In the operative view, there was no sign of the small artery.
The people watching the surgery were shocked. What was going on?!
Chapter 773 - A Surgery That Silences The Viewers
Zheng Ren was being polite. 'Professor Yang, you don't have an operative view on your side.'
What operative view! The people standing behind Zheng Ren in the operative view also did not see the small artery under the layers of connective tissue.
Once the mine-like small artery was cut, the turbulent arterial blood would instantly cover the entire operative view, forcing the surgery to stop.
If that was the case, the bleeding would definitely have to be stopped first. Otherwise, the surgery would not have been possible.
However, stopping the bleeding was easier said than done.
The anatomical structure was already mutated. By the time the aspirator s.u.c.k.e.d all the blood and the team found the small artery hidden under the connective tissue... if one was lucky, it would be done in a few minutes. Otherwise, it was possible to search for an hour or two.
Even when the patient went into hemorrhagic shock, he might still fail to find it.
That assistant... was really amazing!
After 45 minutes and 12 seconds, the first phase of the surgery in the general surgery department ended.
The position where the liver hydatid had invaded the diaphragm had already been detached and peeled off, and the inferior vena cava appeared in the field of vision cleanly.
Next, it was time for the Department of Vascular Surgery and the Department of Thoracic Surgery to take the stage.
"Since Su Yun is here, I won't be going on stage," Zhao Yunlong said as he stood in the operating theater and looked at the situation on the operating table.
The operation on the c.h.e.s.t was still ongoing. Zhao Yunlong finished the operation first and came here to assist. When he saw Zheng Ren as the assistant and the entire process of the operation, he was at a loss.
He was not going up. With Su Yun around, what was he going up for?
"Old Zhao, you have to go up." Su Yun stood behind Zheng Ren, he said, "You're from the thoracic department. Whether it's the heart or anything within the c.h.e.s.t, they fall under the thoracic department. How can the surgery be without you guys? I'm from the invasive technology department. If my boss and I were to do the surgery, that would be inappropriate procedurally."
Zhao Yunlong cursed in his heart. Since when did Su Yun care about procedural justice?
Did his personality change?
However, Su Yun was right. Since that was the case, he had no choice but to go...
Was there a way? There was no way out at all.
He washed his hands and went on stage. Zheng Ren did not say anything. He also went to scrub his hands together.
Professor Yang helped to change the patient's position. When he saw Zheng Ren continue to stand in the first assistant's position after washing his hands, he was immediately stunned.
How could this be possible?
After completing the general surgery, he still wanted to perform the thoracic surgery?
Just what kind of background did this fellow have?
Originally, after completing the first stage of the surgery, he could have a few hours break to find a place to rest and recuperate.
Resuming only after the thoracic surgery and vascular surgery were done.
Previously, it was just a preparation. The final autologous liver transplant was the real show.
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