The Surgeon's Studio

Old he finished checking the external circulation machine and looked at the dumbfounded anesthetist from the International Hospital. He was happy, but his face was expressionless.

"This, find a music player." He took out a USB from the pocket of his Isolation Suit and handed it to the anesthetist.

"Teacher ... This is ..." The anesthetist on the other side was already shocked by the orderly and busy surgical preparation process.

Anyone who was in the medical field knew what it meant for this group of people to make meticulous and detailed preparations after coming in.

This was professionalism!

What did being professional mean?

His skill level was beyond the horizon!

It was nothing to perform surgery in their own hospital with confidence. To be able to find a replacement at will in an unfamiliar place where many things were not suitable was a skill!

And now, this elderly anesthetist had taken out a USB drive. Could it be that this was some kind of secret weapon?

Old he smiled slightly and did not say anything. He continued to check the type of drugs on the anesthesia list, the concentration of drugs, and the speed of the administration.

The young anesthetist held the USB drive in his hand, and his heart was filled with excitement.

The amazing anesthetist from Room 912 had given him a USB flash drive before the surgery, so the secret Surgery Manual must be inside!

As long as the operating theater was of a slightly higher grade, there would be equipment that could play audio, especially in hybrid operating theaters.

In smaller hospitals, there was no such thing as a hybrid operating theater. However, the mixed operating theaters in international hospitals could only perform a few surgeries in a year.

The young anesthetist inserted the USB drive into the computer with a sacred feeling in his heart and turned it on.

There was only one file in the USB drive. He clicked on it and opened it.

The sound of a lucky song immediately came from the operating theater.

[I'll fold a paper crane and tie a red ribbon. May good luck come to the kind people every day ...]

"What the ..." The young anesthetist was dumbfounded.

What the f * ck was this? Do you want to be more unsophisticated?

It was a tradition to play music in the operating theater. Of course, many doctors did not like noise. They preferred silence.

The song was played. The older generation liked red songs, and a small bamboo raft song of walking on the river was quite impassioned.

But what the hell was this? was he lucky?

"Old he, you've gone too far!" Su Yun roared,"you're out for surgery and you're still playing this lousy song!"

"Big brother Yun, don't mind it. Boss Zheng likes it." Old he said with a cheeky smile. Other people might take Su Yun seriously, but old he did not think so.

The medical group only had one leader, and that was boss Zheng. He only needed to suck up to boss Zheng. Other people's thoughts didn't matter.

Besides, it was just a song, why take it so seriously?

He only said it with a cheeky smile, putting on an attitude that he would not fight back when hit, would not talk back when scolded, but would still sing, leaving Su Yun with no way to display her martial arts.

"Boss, you do something!" Su Yun shouted as she checked the equipment needed for the surgery with Xie Yiren.

"I'm watching the x - ray, don't be so noisy. " Zheng Ren placed his left hand under his right armpit and supported his chin with his right hand. He looked seriously at the patient's lung CT scan taken before the operation.

"Do you want an ultrasonic knife?" Su Yun checked the equipment and asked.

"Keep one as a backup."

"There's no octopus. " Su Yun said.

"It's fine. There's no need for fixation, and I can keep jumping. " Zheng Ren said indifferently.

This time, Su Yun did not say anything.

If the heart was not fixed, he knew very well how high the skill level needed to suture it.

However, that was a coronary operation. To suture the heart and keep it beating ... Su Yun only had 70% confidence.

'Is this guy's surgical level that high?' Su Yun was a little surprised.

Her heart was in a mess, but at this time, the song of 'good luck' was still desperately passing through her eardrums to her brain.

Su Yun glanced at old he and laughed bitterly in her heart.

Old he would probably be loyal to the boss for a lifetime.

But thinking about it, it made sense. Director Mao was such a big deal, and the boss had turned the tables against the entire hospital's pressure and wiped out all the trouble for old he.

As long as one had a good eye, bowing down was the only choice. Was there a need to think about it?

Su Yun heaved a sigh of relief. The black hair in front of her forehead was pressed under the sterile hat and could not float up.

"The anesthesia and circulatory system preparations are complete, boss Zheng." Old he said.

"The surgical instruments are ready." Xie Yiren said. Then, she started to check the number with the operating room nurse.

"Boss, I've disinfected it." Su Yun roared. He wanted to use his own voice to cover up his Lucky Voice.

However, the song seemed to have a strong penetrating power. No matter what, he could hear it clearly.

"Alright," he said. Zheng Ren said in a deep voice.

After disinfecting and laying out the sterile sheet, Zheng Ren went to wash his hands and went up the stage.

He didn't ask about the things that instructor Mao had instructed him to do before the surgery. It wasn't something he should be concerned about. In the operating theater of the system, Zheng Ren also tried to remove the scaffold in an interventional surgery.

However, even if Zheng Ren's skills in interventional surgeries were at the peak, he would not be able to do this.

One of the positions of the large scaffold was stuck in the Oval shaped pit, and it could not be solved by changing the angle of the interventional guide wire.

Zheng Ren came to this conclusion after dissecting the experimental body.

Fortunately, the success rate of the thoracotomy was 100%, and the surgery completion rate was 100%, so Zheng Ren was not worried.

The buzz of the sternum saw reverberated in the operating theater. It was a normal incision on the middle of the sternum and entered the diaphragm.

"Boss Zheng, how do we intubate?" Old he asked.

"The ascending aorta and the superior vena cava," Zheng Ren answered simply.

Zheng Ren had cooperated with old he for two cardiopulmonary bypass surgeries, so he was quite confident in old he's skill level.

The ascending aorta and superior vena cava were set up for parallel circulation as usual. The heart was beating non - stop. The right atrium was cut open, and the inferior vena cava was groped with a double - cavity Airsac catheter to control inferior vena cava bleeding.

The surgery process was simple and clear. Mao Chi stood behind Zheng Ren and watched the surgery, feeling emotional.

Although his heart had declined, when he was at his peak and had more than ten coronary bypass surgeries a day, he had never seen anyone who was so good at cardiopulmonary bypass.

How many surgeries would it take to feed him this?

Mao Chi sighed in his heart. Even if he was talented, he couldn't reach this level without hundreds of operations.

However, with his current state of mind, where could he find a hundred surgeries?

"Director, director." Professor Zhang rushed over and saw that the stage was already open. He immediately panicked +2.

"You're done?" Mao Chi asked without turning his head as he watched the surgery.

Just like back in the 912 incident, Mao Chi's aura of a Department Director was obvious.

"I've finished explaining. The patient's family members have a lot of opinions, but as long as the surgery is successful ..." Professor Zhang craned his head and looked around.

His heart sank when he saw that there were only two people standing on the operating table.

Only two people were required for a heart surgery, wasn't that nonsense?

"There are too few people. It's my negligence. I'll get someone from the cardiothoracic Department to come and help." Professor Zhang didn't dare to be presumptuous on the operating table. After all, instructor Mao was here, and he had no right to speak.

"No need," On the operating table, a gentle voice said,"it'll be done soon."

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[Note: Top - Middle, broken here. The chapter name 'secret weapon' is too good, I can't bear to part with it.]