The Surgeon's Studio

This wasn't something a human should use, alright!

Most doctors would not be able to afford this box of equipment even if they worked their entire lives. He could not even afford the rows of hemostatic forceps, let alone a box of equipment.

Ma Liang swallowed his saliva and walked away from the sterile table in embarrassment. It was quiet, for fear of disturbing the 200 square meter well - decorated house on the third ring Road.

He went to the side of director Jin's head and started to watch the surgery.

Under the naked eye, the Sorcerer and the assistant seemed to be motionless, like two sculptures.

Only his hands were making subtle movements, and Ma Liang couldn't see what he was doing at all.

It was rare to use microsurgeries to decompose and separate the adhesion of tumor tissue.

However, Ma Liang had seen it before, in the live surgery room.

The surgery livestream room at Xing Lin Yuan could see the surgeon's field of view, and it was far clearer than the best position next to the operating table, the observation platform.

As he looked at the two pairs of hands that were almost "motionless", he outlined the movements of their hands.

However, Ma Liang could only think about it and forget about it. The stability of his eyes and palm could no longer support him to perform such a detailed operation.

Director li had also watched the surgery and was standing behind Su Yun. However, after looking at it for less than a minute, he was a little confused.

He couldn't even see a single movement. What was there to see?

Looking around, even professor Zhan from the imperial capital made a gesture with a blank face.

Professor Zhan was very careful. He was afraid that it would affect the surgery, so he did not dare to move his hand that was used to retract the patient's skin.

The tension of the internal organs was very high, and it was quite difficult to maintain stability. However, professor Zhan tried his best to maintain an action. He was extremely cautious.

Out of all the people around, only MA Liang was watching with great interest, as if he could understand it! Dean li noticed this.

"Director MA." Dean Li said in a deep voice.

Ma Liang was immersed in the level of surgery that he would never be able to reach. He was wandering around to his heart's content and did not hear director Li's greeting.

Seeing that Ma Liang didn't say anything, he was instantly unhappy.

"Director MA!" Dean li called out again, already a little impatient.

Ma Liang still didn't respond. The anesthetist standing beside him quickly kicked him under the operating table.

"Why did you kick me?" Ma Liang complained as he 'woke' up from the kick, his eyes still focused on the surgery.

"The Dean is calling for you!" The anesthetist reminded him softly.

Er ... Ma Liang quivered. He glanced at Dean li and immediately walked over.

Director li had already left the operating table and was sitting on a small round stool in the corner.

"Director, what's wrong?" Ma Liang asked.

"Which stage is the surgery at now?" Dean li asked.

"Uh, director, I don't understand."

Dean li was stunned. If you don't understand, why are you so F * cking intoxicated?!

He looked at director MA with dissatisfaction.

"I've seen boss Zheng perform microsurgeries in the surgery livestream room. His level is sky - High!" As Ma Liang spoke, he couldn't help but go off topic again.

Dean li frowned.

Ma Liang realized he was wrong and quickly smiled,"The surgery is too high - end and meticulous. I really don't know how far it has gone. It's probably ... Probably ... Maybe ... Almost done. "

"Yes." Dean li was also very helpless.

"But I think old Jin will be able to keep his life." Ma Liang said.

"Oh?"

"Boss Zheng's surgery has never failed." Ma Liang was like a fangirl, finding every opportunity to exaggerate boss Zheng's surgery.

"How is that possible?" Dean Li said disdainfully. This went against his understanding of the world. Surgeries never failed? That's not scientific!

"Director, you don't know." Speaking of boss Zheng, Ma Liang was full of energy, as if he was sitting at the table and gossiping, completely ignoring Dean Li's increasingly ugly expression.

"It's said that boss Zheng's most recent emergency treatment was at King's Hospital in United Kingdom, the best hospital in the world for liver transplantation. The second stage of the aortic arch replacement surgery was a mess on the inside, and boss Zheng performed it with microsurgery. "

"Also, the most recent live broadcast of an emergency surgery should be on 912. In the ward, he had an emergency thoracotomy, epineurium and neurosurgery for mochizus bypass. If I were ten years younger, I would definitely go to boss Zheng and beg him to let me be his student. "

"There's also a young doctor from a border town who suddenly suffered from heart obstruction. Boss Zheng, you're the one who remotely commanded him to perform the surgery and carry out the thrombosis himself. Boss Zheng flew over overnight and performed a heart stent surgery on him. "

Director li didn't study the business, he didn't watch live surgery broadcasts, and few people mentioned it to him.

Now that he heard from director Ma Liang, he was shocked.

It was one thing whether the surgery was performed well or not. No matter how much this group of surgery dogs bragged, it was just so - so.

However, the last thing ...

"He's going to carry out thrombosis and start his own thrombosis? What's going on?" Dean li also forgot the displeasure in his heart and began to gossip.

Ma Liang immediately beamed with joy and began to talk about the emergency livestream that had lasted for more than ten hours.

Meanwhile, professor Zhan was sweating profusely on the operating table.

Pulling the hook required a lot of strength.

The organs in the abdominal cavity were relatively better, but the most difficult part was leg support during orthopedic surgery. If one wasn't a strong young man, they wouldn't be able to carry it.

However, even if it was an abdominal organ, professor Zhan had already reached his limit.

I really can't pull the hook!

Anyone would shiver if they didn't move for twenty minutes.

However, the interrogator and his assistant were carrying a microscope and performing the most detailed operation.

Professor Zhan knew the severity of the situation. He was afraid that any movement on his side would affect the surgeon's operation.

If he was not careful, the inferior vena cava would be torn again.

"Boss ... Zheng," Professor Zhan felt that he had reached his limit, so he could only speak in a low voice.

"What?" Zheng Ren lowered his head. He was still separating the epineurium of the inferior vena cava and only snorted through his nose.

"My noodles ... Can I change the shape of my hand?" Professor Zhan said.

"You can't even pull the hook. It's just that my boss has a good temper. If it was someone with a bad temper, the hemostatic forceps would have directly smashed your face. " Su Yun did not raise her head, but her sharp and unkind tone did not change.

Professor Zhan groaned in his heart.

"Let's get someone else to do the pinky swear. Thank you for your hard work, professor Zhan. " Zheng Ren said.

"Boss Zheng, there's no need to change people, no need to change people." Professor Zhan was not willing to let go of such a good spot to watch the surgery.

Although he couldn't see anything, he could vaguely guess boss Zheng's intentions. For a surgery of this level, it was only natural that the closer he was, the more he felt like he could participate.

"Oh, the surgery will take about four hours. Can you hold on?" Zheng Ren did not mind. He spoke indifferently as he performed the surgery.

Professor Zhan was dumbfounded. He did not even have four minutes, let alone four hours.