The Surgeon's Studio

Zheng Ren quickly inserted the aortic stent.

The airtight lead door opened, and Chu yanran held the tracheal tube while Su Yun and President Wang positioned the patient.

The patient was in a reclining position, and Su Yun took a pillow to prop up the left side of his body.

"Boss, is one enough?" Su Yun took a look and felt that it was about right, so she asked again.

The assistant felt that it would be better for the patient to make the final decision on the position. However, under normal circumstances, it was a fixed pattern, and there was no need to ask.

This patient's situation was special. It would not hurt for Su Yun to be more cautious if she asked a few more questions.

"Yes, no problem." Zheng Ren nodded and turned around to wash his hands.

"Don't take off your gloves next time. You don't have to wash your hands. " Su Yun said as she adjusted the patient's position.

"It's not rigorous. " "I still brushed my hands," Zheng Ren said."I feel more at ease."

"Boss, you have to go see your mental illness when you have time. How about I introduce you to a better psychiatrist?" Su Yun said.

"I'm mentally healthy, but I need to see your narcissism and nagging. " Zheng Ren ignored Su Yun's nagging and went to wash his hands.

"It's so quiet without any background music when I'm back for surgery. " After Su Yun was done with the pose, she looked at it and was very satisfied.

"What kind of music is being played in the capital?" CEO Wang asked.

Speaking of this, he started to miss 912.

"Old he, as long as the goods can catch up with the boss, they will be shipped over. The first time he heard it, he thought it was okay. Hearing it too much really makes one collapse. " Su Yun chose a spot and turned around to ask,"boss, do you want to enter the fifth rib from the left?"

"Alright," he said. Zheng Ren's voice could be heard from the washroom.

Director Wang was a little surprised. The two of them didn't seem to have changed much, but at the same time, they seemed to have changed a lot.

Su Yun naturally asked boss Zheng about the position and surgical incision when she wanted to perform chest surgery.

What had happened in the imperial capital during this period of time? Big brother Yun even asked boss Zheng about chest surgery.

Director Wang looked at Su Yun in surprise. He felt that it was very strange.

He had seen Su Yun perform surgery before, and that style of hers could be said to be domineering. Even Zhao Yunlong had been scolded by him. After he came down, he nagged for a while and never asked him for surgery again.

It could be said that a good surgeon could absolutely make arbitrary decisions on the operating table.

However, looking at the situation in front of him, director Wang had a guess in his heart. Although it seemed ridiculous, he had already thought about it. What was left was the truth.

Brother Yun admitted defeat in his heart.

He laid out a sterile sheet and the surgery began.

Since CEO Wang did not go on stage, Su Yun had already said that he was not needed.

Director Wang felt a little emotional when he saw Zheng Ren and Su Yun standing on the operating table. Boss Zheng's bearing was becoming more and more steady.

The last time he came back, she still called him President Zheng. This time, she couldn't help but call him boss Zheng.

Zheng Ren reached out and the knife landed in his hand.

An arc - shaped incision was made along the fifth rib to stop the bleeding. Then, the incision was made layer by layer, followed by blunt separation, and the incision was made into the chest.

Zheng Ren first found the internal thoracic artery, cut it, and ligated it.

The chest surgeon opened the chest and Su Yun said,""This heart! It's really good. "

It was about 800ml in the pericardium.

The most striking thing was that the Kirschner needle was not far from the pericardium.

"This is the most sensible pericardium I've ever seen." Su Yun said.

"If it wasn't for the protection of the heart bag, I'm afraid my heart would have been pierced." Director Wang stood behind Zheng Ren and said with a nod.

Unfortunately, the stimulation time was a little long, and the inner pericardium seemed to be wrapped in a layer of cardboard, which limited the heartbeat.

The pericardium was no longer soft. It was slightly squarish, and there were already signs of slow constricting pericardium.

Chronic constricting perinocardium was a chronic inflammatory process that involved the pericardium wall and visceral layers. It would cause the pericardium to become thinner and thicker, limit the relaxed activity of the heart, and thus reduce heart function.

However, the patient in front of him had a narrow pericardium that protected his heart like armor to prevent the Kirschner needle from causing fatal damage.

However, the Kirschner needle was like the Damocles sword, which could be fatal at any moment. The coarsening of the pericardium alone was a fatal disease.

Once the symptoms and signs of chronic constricting perinocarditis appeared, the patient's life expectancy without general movement was about 5 to 15 years. When ascites appears, the disease progresses rapidly, especially in children.

Zheng Ren used a sharp knife to make a small incision on the pericardium. The moment he left the incision, Su Yun inserted the aspirator before the pericardium's effusion gushed out.

The pale red bloody pericardium effusion was drawn out, but the pericardium did not shrivel. It had a strange shape.

"Separate the forceps." Zheng Ren reached out his hand and slapped a pair of pliers into his palm as he spoke.

"Boss Zheng, what kind of pliers are these?" CEO Wang asked.

He was a gastrointestinal doctor, so he did not understand cardiothoracic surgery. He just asked casually so that he would not have to guess again, and it also made the air in the operating theater a little fresher.

"Look for the left diaphragm." Zheng Ren finished,

Together with as much fat as possible, the pericardium tissue, and the left diaphragm nerve were separated. Zheng Ren cut open the pericardium from the position of the left ventricle, which was leaning toward the posterolateral side.

"President Zheng, when did you come back?"

General manager Zhou of the orthopedics department entered the operating theater and greeted him enthusiastically.

"Chief Zhou, long time no see." Zheng Ren only greeted him halfway before he said,""Take a look at the Kirschner needle."

"What's wrong?" General manager Zhou looked at the incision and knew that it was a Thoracic Surgery. He came over to take a look, and his face turned pale.

"Damn ... There's really a situation where the Kirschner needle's tip can be detached!" General manager Zhou exclaimed.

"What's wrong? Haven't you seen it before?" Zheng Ren was not in the orthopedics department, and he had not upgraded the skill tree of the orthopedics department to any level.

He did not know the probability of the Kirschner needle drifting.

"There's this in the preoperative instructions, and I learned what my master taught me back then. Every time I explain to the patient's family, I'll make some gestures. " General manager Zhou's expression changed again and again. He had just stretched his head out to look at the operating area in high spirits when he immediately remembered something.

"President Zheng, where did the patient receive the collarbone bone fracture fixation surgery?" General manager Zhou asked nervously.

If he had done it himself, this matter would be F * cked up.

Although it was stated before the surgery that such postoperative complications did exist, the probability was too small, and he had never encountered it before.

However, once it appeared on a patient, it was a 100% chance. It was fine when they met reasonable people, but when they met unreasonable people ...

General manager Zhou was thinking a lot, and his excitement from seeing the special case was immediately extinguished. Her heart was uneasy, and her eyes were a little erratic.

"I didn't ask." "Judging from the incision, it's been at least three years," Zheng Ren said.

"Why don't you ask?" General manager Zhou sighed and grumbled.

"What's wrong? You took out the Kirschner needle, and your aorta was almost cut open, and you still think it's reasonable? We're in a hurry to resuscitate him. Who has the time to ask about such things?" Su Yun heard the complaint in general manager Zhou's words and retorted.