"Boss Zheng, is this a surgical instrument?" Mr. Wang asked in surprise.

He thought Zheng Ren was acting cool, but he didn't expect that he was really cool.

These devices are so beautiful and sophisticated. As long as a doctor with certain surgical experience, they can see that they must be customized surgical instruments and must be very handy when used.

Director Sun was stunned. When he caught his eyes, he knew that these equipment were expensive and he didn't even dare to think about it.

With Zheng Ren’s income, he will definitely not be able to afford such equipment, and that is what others give it to him.

"Mr. Zheng, which manufacturer is so generous?" Director Sun swallowed and asked.

He thought it was given by the manufacturer, and if he had the opportunity to meet the sales of this manufacturer, he would need a set of such surgical instruments no matter what he said.

Not to mention whether it is easy to use or not, it is like Mr. Zheng who can bring surgical instruments to the stage by himself. This is the symbol of identity.

But by the way, the city people are really good at playing!

Tsk, Mr. Zheng went to the imperial capital and learned bad things.

Mr. Zheng, who used to be so honest and simple, has now learned to show off. Although he said that, he is really jealous.

"It's not given by the manufacturer." Zheng Ren saw Xie Yiren finishing his hands and put on the stage after finishing his clothes. He stretched out his hand, slapped the bleeding-stop pliers and blunt scissors in his hand, and replied: "It was given to me by Dr. Charles when he went to Mayo Clinic a few days ago."

“Mayo Clinic?”

"Dr. Charles?"

Director Sun and Mr. Wang are obviously different in their focus.

Director Sun was stunned for a moment, and then he realized what the point of the matter was. The Dr. Charles mentioned by Mr. Zheng... sounds very strange. Who is that?

He glanced at Mr. Wang with inquiring eyes.

"Charles Moore, once known as the world's strongest surgical practitioner, later went to conduct basic research and won the Nobel Prize in Biology and Medicine for the nucleic acid project." Mr. Wang said.

Director Sun was silent.

The Nobel Prize winner is so far away from himself, as if the distance between heaven and earth.

"Boss Zheng, it's awesome." Mr. Wang said softly.

"It's surgery, pay attention to the surgery." Zheng Ren pointed the hook in Mr. Wang's hand and said in a low voice.

Mr. Wang came to his senses and held a light hook in his hand to expose Zheng Ren's magic field.

The blunt scissors and hemostatic forceps are simple and clear to separate bluntly. The method is not complicated or even slightly simple.

The abdominal cavity, which looks serious and cannot find the normal anatomical structure, becomes clearer little by little under these slightly simple hemostasis forceps and blunt scissors.

The ligation of blood vessels should be ligated, and the cleavage should be cleaved, clean and brisk.

Mr. Wang didn't have the heart to think about anything else. It was not enough to do his best to be an assistant to Boss Zheng. There was only one idea in his mind, and it seemed that only this set of surgical instruments could be worthy of Boss Zheng.

Just like some small blood vessels, ordinary hemostatic forceps are difficult to clamp. They need to be freed from a piece of connective tissue before being exposed to achieve their goal. The hemostatic forceps in Zheng Ren's hand are directly inserted into it, and when they are lightly clamped, even the thin blood vessels are clamped tightly.

But... Mr. Wang was puzzled why Zheng Ren didn't wander away from the stomach wall, but floated upwards. When he saw that ten minutes later, the adhesion in the abdominal cavity was broken and a broken gallbladder appeared in front of everyone's eyes, Mr. Wang understood.

"Boss Zheng, is it a gallbladder perforation and a fallen gallbladder stone?" Mr. Wang asked.

"It's probably." Zheng Ren did not continue to move away from the gallbladder area, but turned downwards and began to move away from the adhesion near the stomach wall to remove the tumor.

Director Sun didn't understand it at all. He had never seen such a situation and was stunned.

As a doctor who has been engaged in clinical work for 20 or 30 years, he can't even understand it, which is a bit too much. Director Sun felt that his face was a little red, and the light hook was as heavy as a pound.

However, in front of Mr. Zheng, there is no need to be too polite. In the past, when Mr. Zheng was still in the emergency department, he admitted his fault. Director Sun sighed and turned to be very grateful.

Fortunately, I admit defeat early, so Liu Tianxing didn't have such good luck.

I heard that after Liu Tianxing had an interventional surgery for liver cancer, the tumor was not under control and was developing rapidly. That was liver cancer, the king of cancer. I guess Lao Liu won’t last long.

Director Sun's mind had countless thoughts appearing like a lantern.

Mr. Zheng really surprised himself too much. It seemed that he had changed after a while...

Just as he was thinking, Dangdangdang's crisp voice interrupted Director Sun's thoughts.

"Director Sun, please pull this side." Zheng Ren's voice came over lightly.

Uh...When I was in the surgery, why did I get distracted? Director Sun hurriedly observed the surgery field. The surgery area that was originally stuck was now clean, and the "tumor" on the stomach wall had already seen the outline.

Zheng Ren made a pose of the hemostatic forceps in his hand and signaled Director Sun to pull here.

Director Sun felt ashamed. If he couldn't even pull the hook well, he could really retire.

He focused on pulling the hook and looked at the operation, and the operation was a little faster.

After a few minutes, the "tumor" had basically been completely stripped out and presented in the surgical field.

It should be removed below. Should I do a major stomach resection or something else? Director Sun tried to put his thoughts into the surgeon.

But Zheng Ren's steady operation suddenly stopped.

He looked at the "tumor" in the stomach wall and seemed a little hesitant.

"Boss Zheng?" Mr. Wang asked.

"I suspect it was the gallbladder perforation, the stones fell on the stomach wall, forming a wrap." Zheng Ren said.

This judgment was a bit bold, but it was not impossible. Mr. Wang hesitated for a moment, and did not interfere with Zheng Ren's thinking. He just watched silently.

Mr. Wang knew what Zheng Ren was thinking.

The condition has been basically clear, and the rest is judgment.

One of the surgical methods that has the least damage to patients is to cut the wrapped tissue outside the appetite wall, remove the stones, and send them for pathology.

However, once there is a mistake in judgment, or if local tissues are repeatedly stimulated and become cancerous, this operation will lead to transplantation and metastasis, resulting in uncontrollable tumors in the patient.

However, if the gastric cancer resection is performed according to the procedure of gastric cancer, most of the gastric resection will be safe and safe, and it is easy to explain to the patient's family, but the patient's quality of life after surgery will be greatly affected.

It is difficult to make a choice between the subtleties.

Mr. Wang is still more inclined to the latter. After all, if you do so, the risk is the smallest.

Not only medical risks, but patients also suffer much less risks.

Everything has advantages and disadvantages. The choice of this technique may be the method that Mr. Wang can think of the least disadvantages and benefits the most.

Silence in the operating room, every minute and every second is so difficult.

After nearly three minutes, Zheng Ren made up his mind and said, "Mr. Wang, I want to try to remove the free resection. Please pull the hook and be careful not to contaminate the surgical area."
Chapter completed!