The Surgeon's Studio

Was it starting?

Dr. Smith's body trembled, but he immediately stood firm. His hands were also very steady. He was no longer nervous and anxious, thinking about things that didn't exist. He focused and immediately entered the state of operation.

"But it really hurts when the hemostatic forceps hits the radial protrusion," the thought appeared in his mind.

Puncture, blind selection, step on the line, and determine the position.

With the sound of the hemostatic forceps, Dr. Smith's skill level continued to improve by leaps and bounds.

After all, he was the world's top expert in the field of interventional surgeries. He had already mastered and understood the key points of the new TIPS surgery. With the help of the hemostatic forceps, Dr. Smith's improvement was visible to the naked eye.

The first surgery took a little longer, and it took him almost forty minutes to finish.

Of course, this was Zheng Ren's opinion. Dr. Smith didn't think so.

He took out the guide wire, and the moment he turned to get off the operating table, he looked at the time. It had been forty minutes, and he could not help but feel happy.

He had truly mastered TIPS!

All that was left was to keep practicing.

When it came to surgeries, as long as they performed more and worked hard, the difference between them should not be too great.

"Apply pressure to stop the bleeding. Hurry up," Zheng Ren did not move and said indifferently.

"..." Dr. Smith was stunned for a moment, but then he realized that if he changed his assistant to go on stage, it seemed that it would delay him for 30 seconds to a minute.

Dr. Zheng looked simple and honest, and was easy to communicate with. But on the operating table, he became another person.

Full of dignity and unquestionable authority, Dr. Smith didn't doubt that if he had any questions, he would provoke infinite anger and violent attacks.

He even had a feeling that his teacher, who had been dead for many years, had suddenly come back to life. His soul had attached itself to Dr. Zheng's body and was teaching him surgical techniques.

That teacher of his had a bad temper. Not only was it bad, it could even be said to be terrible.

If he didn't listen, he would probably kick him to the ground. As for using the hemostatic forceps to hit the radial protrusion, he would not do it. He would only throw the hemostatic forceps at his face.

He had learned some of his habits from his teacher and had 'inherited' them.

Dr. Smith didn't refute and quickly stood back. However, he didn't expect a solid shoulder to push him to the side.

"Your Surgical Gown is contaminated. Let's move on to the next surgery." Zheng Ren went to perform chest compressions to stop the bleeding and did the postoperative work.

Dr. Smith stood on the side, feeling very nervous. Was this the calm before the storm? Would he suffer even more blows in the next surgery, or even a critical blow?

Outside the operating room, Su Yun and Fu Gui 'er were chatting. Whatever happened in the operating room had nothing to do with them.

Feng Xuhui was nervously counting the consumables he had brought.

Less than 30 sets were already the limit.

Moreover, these medical consumables could board the plane because Department Director Kong helped with the procedures and temporary records. If he had to run by himself, he would not be able to think of Maio for at least three to five days.

However, thirty sets of medical consumables that cost hundreds of thousands of Yuan did not seem to be enough.

He could only pray that his colleagues from the overseas department would hurry over.

"It seems like ... I should also have an assistant," Feng Xuhui thought nervously. Suddenly, such a thought appeared in his mind.

He was now the gold manager of Changfeng minimally invasive surgery. The medical consumables in his hands would definitely exceed 50 million Yuan in annual sales according to this month's calculation.

If boss Zheng's business became successful, a sales figure of 100 million a year would be within his reach. As for more, with Feng Xuhui's understanding of the world, he didn't dare to think about it for the time being.

Feng Xuhui could not believe that he had become a gold manager with an annual sales of 100 million.

Dr. Jack stood in the operation room and looked inside through the lead glass. He had long been scared to death.

Dr. Zheng looked especially kind, humble, and elegant like a noble.

However, once he stepped onto the operating table, even through the thick lead plate and lead glass, Dr. Jack could still feel the suffocating pressure.

The surgery had not even started, but the hemostatic forceps was already hitting Dr. Smith's radial process, which was known for his bad temper.

When he saw this scene, Dr. Jack's mind was filled with the scene of fighting in the operating room before the surgery was done.

Although they had signed an agreement before the operation, who would have thought that they would really need to use hemostatic forceps?

Dr. Jack was dumbfounded.

However, the fight that he had imagined, the quarrel that did not have the air of a doctor at all, did not happen. Dr. Smith was as obedient as a little lamb. Under the beating of the hemostatic forceps, he began the operation.

Although the slapping sounds couldn't be heard, Dr. Jack and the other doctors had already imagined it.

It was really scary. The surgery ended while everyone was trembling in fear. Everyone was afraid that Dr. Smith wouldn't be able to hold back and the two of them would punch each other on the operating table.

But until the end, Dr. Smith was very docile, and there were no signs of an outbreak.

The image on the screen froze. Under the beating of the hemostatic forceps, the two brackets were almost perfectly stacked together, and the operation was a great success.

Just as he was about to cheer, Dr. Smith, who was in the operating room, turned and walked down the stage. He was stunned for a moment before he was knocked away ...

"He should be angry now," Dr. Jack thought worriedly.

Once upon a time, he had a surgery with Dr. Smith. Due to an operational error, he had dropped the hemostatic forceps on the film reader.

The ear – piercing sound of metal hitting glass was something Dr. Jack could never forget.

Unfortunately, his judgment was wrong again.

Dr. Smith was like a child who had made a mistake. He raised his hands in front of his chest and looked at Zheng Ren in a daze as he treated the patient's wound.

What was going on?

The doctors in the operation room were dumbfounded. No one knew what was going on. Even the doctor Who was supposed to go in and take over Dr. Smith stood at the side and watched in a daze. He had forgotten what he was supposed to do.

It was not until Zheng Ren's voice came out of the communication device that everyone snapped out of their daze. They rushed in to carry the patient and sent the next patient in.

"The surgery was not connected well." Zheng Ren's words were like hemostatic forceps, whistling and beating in Dr. Smith's ears.

However, this time, it was not the radial process that hurt, but his cheek.

Dr. Smith felt his old face hurt and hot.

This was nothing like the world's number one clinic, Maio clinic. It was even worse than a Community Hospital! He was a little angry, but with Zheng Ren by his side, he thought about it and didn't dare to scold him loudly. He only glared at the assistant and said a few words in a low voice.

Then, everything returned to normal.

He received and transferred patients, and the surgery was on track.

The surgery was carried out quickly, and Dr. Smith was as excited as a child. If he wasn't on the operating table, he would have danced and even popped a champagne to celebrate.