Zhao Yunlong was very conscious and had no idea of ​​stealing skills.

Although he is known as the strongest hospitalization officer in 912 and has enough qualifications to lead the team after 3 years, Zhao Yunlong knows how good Boss Zheng's surgery is.

The possibility of this patient taking it down is really not high, at most it is only 40%.

Professor Zhang, who is a second-tier, has an academic level higher than the actual operation level and has almost no chance of getting this surgery.

He is also the kind of person who knows it.

After all, people's energy is limited, and even if they only face one branch of discipline, it is difficult to understand it if they spend their entire lives.

As for the honest Mr. Zheng opposite, it is an exception.

Even Mr. Zheng only had surgery and threw all academic problems to Su Yun, and the two cooperated tacitly.

Seeing that he had already started to wander, Professor Zhang went to find two masks to wear.

The three-layer sterile mask can also smell the thick and rich smell. It seems that the black and yellow pus is just under the nose. Breathing slightly, the smell of mustard will rush directly from the nose to the forehead.

After glanced at the art area, Professor Zhang felt a sense of gratitude in his heart.

I am still at a high level and have long anticipated the situation inside and are unwilling to open anything.

The entire mediastinum is so sticky that it is messy, and the viscera layer has been eroded and leaked. Lung repair will be done later.

This is a trivial matter...

On the side of the aorta, the thick pus moss was not dared to clean it up at all, and a sticky pile stood on the wall of the aorta.

As the heart beats, the pus moss also flashes up and down, indicating that the aortic wall is already very thin and emits the foul smell.

He was stunned, Professor Zhang glanced proudly at Zheng Ren on the operating table.

If you don’t listen to the old man, you will suffer a loss before you.

Even if you repair your lungs and clean the abscess, what should you do if you have the aorta?

Just leave it alone?

The surgery is the same as not done!

Don't think it's okay if you have a layer of aortic stent.

He gloated and thought.

Everything can be fine if you have a medical department to protect you? Nonsense!

Young people, when they go smoothly, they think they can go to heaven. Look, aren’t they going to fall?!

He looked at the operation area. The small scissors, which were less than 5m long, were pointing on the pus moss that were adhered to the aortic wall. When his hand "slid", the pus moss about 3m was cut open.

"Slow down!" Professor Zhang immediately shouted in a deep voice from behind.

"Ah?" Zheng Ren was stunned for a moment and looked up at Professor Zhang, "Professor Zhang, what's wrong? Why slow down?"

"Surgery, slower, I don't know what's going on." Professor Zhang felt his heart pounding.

At the moment just now, he subconsciously wanted to take a step back.

In his imagination, the aorta would probably break, followed by blood rain.

But none of this happened.

"Oh, it's okay." Zheng Ren lowered his head again, looked at the operation area with a microscope, and continued the operation.

The scissors and hemostatic forceps are very small, not holding them, but touching them.

Even so, he still moved quickly. The small pliers and scissors flew up and down, and Professor Zhang was dazzled.

He knew that it was not how fast the movement was, but the surgery was done in a straightforward manner. But the equipment was too small and he had not worn glasses yet...

Really, I just kindly reminded him, why didn’t he appreciate it?

He slipped out 3m at once. What should he do if he broke the aorta? He was lucky just now, so he would not have such good luck next time.

Zhao Yunlong could no longer keep up with Zheng Ren's pace, especially when he entered the microsurgery stage, Su Yun gradually took over the work of his assistant.

The operation was difficult, and a layer of pus moss was peeled off from the aortic wall, and the muscle layer of the aortic can be vaguely seen.

Professor Zhang became more and more frightened the more he looked.

If it was a neurosurgery surgery, it would be fine if it was a microscope. When he first started working, he was known for his drastic moves.

Whether it is an incision, surgery, instrument or anything else.

It would be very tired if you peel it off like this, Professor Zhang guessed.

Suddenly, Professor Zhang saw that there seemed to be a misoperation of the hemostatic forceps, clamping the muscle layer of the aorta...

"Slow down!" Professor Zhang said subconsciously.

"No," Zheng Ren said directly without even raising his head this time: "Do it step by step, you can't be in a hurry to operate the surgery."

Professor Zhang wiped his eyes and found that there was a small piece of pus moss left, which was clamped away from the outer wall of the exposed blood vessel by Zheng Ren using hemostatic forceps.

I am really confident, I am still young and have a good look. If I were to twist it away with my fingers, I would feel that it would be very powerful.

"Old Zhang, are you transforming into a slow man?" Lao He laughed and said.

"..." Professor Zhang burst into tears, not sure whether it was smoked or what.

He couldn't speak any longer, and he looked at it honestly, and thought to himself.

He is a good point in teaching, and what he usually talks about most is textbook-like operations.

And now he suddenly had an idea in his mind that the operation in front of him was a textbook operation.

No! Absolutely impossible!

Professor Zhang "corrected" his wrong thoughts and blinked his glasses hard to make himself see more clearly.

"Mr. Zheng, it's a bit quick to separate here." Zhao Yunlong said worriedly when he saw the blunt scissors in Zheng Ren's hand began to wander without hesitation.

"Fortunately, the tissue hardness below is enough on the CT." Zheng Ren tapped Zhao Yunlong's hemostatic pliers, "Pliers keep up with you, try to keep up with the force. By the way, are there any artificial blood vessels?"

"Uh..." Zhao Yunlong felt a bad premonition in his heart.

This aorta is like a water pipe, corroded by strong acid-like thick juice and is about to rot.

If it is a water pipe, the best way is to change a new one, which is artificial blood vessel. However, this is the human aorta, after all, it is not just changed.

If blood vessels are replaced, the difficulty of the surgery will be directly divided from level A to level S.

In that case, it would be better to have this operation with Su Yun. The reason I asked Zheng Ren to get the stent was because Zhao Yunlong wanted to try not to replace the artificial blood vessels.

"I'm ready...Mr. Zheng, do you want to change?" Zhao Yunlong asked.

"Prepare it first, there may be problems with the freedom below. Once something happens, directly block and change the blood vessels."

"The extracorporeal circulation is not prepared..."

"It's done in 2 minutes, and the impact is not great. Su Yun, you and Lao Zhao are responsible for the anastomosis of the upper blood vessels, and I will do the anastomosis of the lower ones."

"Boss, why are you just like explaining your funeral?" Su Yun's sterile clothes were brand new, standing on the operating table, out of place.

"Are you still going to do the worst plan?" Zheng Ren continued to wander.

Professor Zhang was immediately excited when he heard the few people talking on the operating table.

The operation has reached the most difficult position, probably... At this time, he could no longer determine what steps the operation had taken.
Chapter completed!