I'm really an intern

Chapter 374 I think you want to embarrass me, Fat Tiger!

Do you like gastroenterology or urology?

When the chief director asked this question, was he throwing an olive branch?

But why compare it with gastroenterology?

Many thoughts flashed through Zhang Tianyang's mind for an instant, and then fell silent again.

"Well, I haven't done a gastroenterology rotation yet, so I don't know how it's going over there.

But I think urology is pretty good. "

He chose to speak the truth.

The urology department gave him the impression that he was very "enlightened".

Whether it's the warm-hearted Senior Brother Meng, the smiling and bald Brother Yang, or the serious but kind Chief Director, they all give him a good feeling.

But let him choose urology in the end

There are still so many departments that haven't been lucky enough, what a pity

Zhang·Scumbag·I want them all·Tianyang smiled harmlessly.

"That's it~"

The chief director's eyes only stayed on Zhang Tianyang for a moment, and then put them on the screen again.

The joystick in his hand also continued to skillfully separate various tissues in a bloody field of vision.

Is the chief just asking casually?

Zhang Tianyang felt that he might be narcissistic just now.

How could everyone really want to rob him!

It's normal to ask casually!

"Deflate" is really a dispensable bit of work.

After Zhang Tianyang was "contaminated" and stepped down, this job was given a part-time job by the equipment nurse.

It went very smoothly and there was no trouble at all.

So Zhang Tianyang obediently became a spectator again, and was called back on stage an hour and a half later, at the end of the operation.

"This is the severed kidney."

The chief director raised his head and gestured towards the screen, and operated the joystick with both hands to turn the severed kidney twice so that he could better show it to Zhang Tianyang.

For non-medical workers, the cut kidney is really just a mass of bloody flesh.

But for the director and Zhang Tianyang, they can obviously see more things.

"This patient has atrophy of one kidney, so the size you see now is actually wrong. A normal kidney is two or three times larger.

The color is also different, you should have seen it in the last operation. "

After the chief director said a few words in a friendly tone, he looked at the equipment nurse.

"Okay, give me the specimen bag, I can prepare to close the stall."

The specimen bag is a small white pocket that looks like latex and has some elasticity.

Clamp the specimen bag with the operating handle and send it into the abdominal cavity along the "Qiuka", and soon a large white field of vision appears on the screen.

Then put the excised kidney into the specimen bag, clamp the seal of the specimen bag, and pull it out.

A milky white bloody corner leaked out.

"Are you here to pull?"

The chief director smiled and handed the small corner to Zhang Tianyang, Zhang Tianyang took it unceremoniously, then pinched the small corner, and pulled out the rest of the specimen bag little by little.

The strength should not be too small, as it will not be able to pull.

Don't use too much force, so that the specimen bag will hit your face directly when you pull it out.

Zhang Tianyang felt the protruding part of the specimen bag, and twisted it a little bit outward.

With a sound of "Bo", the specimen bag containing the excised kidney was pulled out.

"Give me the specimen!"

The staff who came and waited a few minutes in advance took away the soft dark red tissue, which will be sent to be sliced ​​later to determine the nature of the tissue under a microscope.

"Sew up and close the stall!"

The director skillfully sutured the tissues inside the abdominal cavity, then patted all the instruments to the side of the surgical approach, stepped back a few steps, and began to take off the surgical gown.

As the chief surgeon, this operation is over for the chief director.

The scattered work in the back is what the assistants should do.

But before he left, he didn't forget to give a special instruction.

"Xiao Meng, don't be greedy, let Xiao Zhang practice more."

"understood"

Brother Meng lowered his head to clean up the blood on the laparoscope, and responded with a muffled sound.

I know Director that you love Junior Brother Zhang.

But there is no need to remind me again and again that I am not my own, right?

Also, do I look like the kind of person who can't tolerate outsiders?

Hey, wait a minute, this analogy seems to be a bit wrong

"Brother Meng, shall we sew together?"

Zhang Tianyang smiled and handed over the needle forceps in his hand, then turned his head and asked the equipment nurse for another one.

"alright."

Brother Meng was not in high spirits, but he still maintained his rationality.

"Then you follow me. Like this kind of incision, you need to sew an extra layer inside. When you insert the needle, you should pay attention to the point where the needle tip lands. You must sew up the muscles, huh?"

While speaking, Zhang Tianyang flicked his fingertips quickly, and already injected two needles.

When Senior Brother Meng was in a daze, Zhang Tianyang pinched the needle with his left hand and quickly made two circles with the needle pliers in his right hand to tighten the thread, and then made another two circles with his backhand, finishing the knot quickly.

"click"

Zhang Tianyang raised his head after the scissors swayed against the edge of the surgical knot.

"how?"

Brother Meng stretched out his hand to grab the stitch that Zhang Tianyang had just sewed, and after confirming that he had picked the right position and the knot was not loose, he showed a resentful look.

"It's okay, it seems that you understand everything, so let's continue."

Brother Meng didn't explain at all this time, and opened his mouth with a sullen head.

Zhang Tianyang blinked strangely, shook his head, and continued to work.

The two stood on both sides of the patient, one on the left and one on the right, and the openings they selected were the places where the "Daqiu card" was inserted before.

The wounds are about the same length and require the same number of layers of sutures.

Invisibly, it seems that there is a competition.

Brother Meng's fingers were flying, his eyes were like knives, and he was showing his best state.

One stitch, two stitches, three stitches, the muscle layer is sutured.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and looked up to see Zhang Tianyang's progress.

"Give me a new cord, please."

Zhang Tianyang asked the equipment nurse for new sutures, turned his head and saw Brother Meng's strange eyes, and was a little puzzled.

"what happened?"

Brother Meng looked at the "innocent" look on Zhang Tianyang's face, and then looked down at the hole that belonged to Zhang Tianyang, which had been sewn with six stitches, and let out a breath of foul air.

"fine."

He slowly handed over the needle-holding pliers in his hand, and resignedly picked up the scissors.

"Brother Zhang, you can sew, and I will cut the thread for you."

The finishing task, which was expected to take half an hour, was successfully completed within 15 minutes with Zhang Tianyang's participation.

The blood was wiped off with saline and alcohol gauze. Before wrapping the wound with dressings, Zhang Tianyang frowned as he stared at his "masterpiece".

"It seems a bit ugly"

Brother Meng looked at the three wounds, with standard spacing and even strength, which can be called "beautiful" sutures in the eyes of surgeons.

What else do you want, Junior Brother Zhang?

The combination of black stitching and simple interrupted stitching is the best you can do.

No matter how good you want to do it, you may have to learn beauty needles and use special threads.

But these brothers Meng didn't say anything.

Based on his last stubbornness, he remained silent for a while, agreeing against his will.

"Junior Brother Zhang, you did a good job the first time."

"Is it? Sure enough, I still need to continue practicing."

"Well, to practice."

I'm afraid it's not you who want to practice, it should be me.

"Brother Meng, do you have any experience and skills? Share them?"

"There is no skill in this thing, just practice it."

I have a fart trick, and I want you to share your experience tricks!

"Brother Meng"

I think you want to embarrass me, Fat Tiger!

"Well, let's wrap it up for him and go to eat quickly. It's almost a little later, and there will be nothing to order later."

Brother Meng laughed, rubbed the soles of his feet with oil, and ran away quickly.

I can't afford to offend you, so farewell!

(End of this chapter)