Sleepless Doctor

Ordinary people think that the work of anorectal department is very hard, and dealing with chrysanthemum every day is more disgusting and disgusting.

But doctors in the anorectal department are not feces diggers, they only see a very small amount of feces. Gastrointestinal surgery is the real excrement worker. On average, 2-3 patients with gastrointestinal perforation and full stomach full of feces are encountered a year.

No one would ignore Wu Mian's words at this time, as long as he had a little experience.

Although wearing two or three layers of masks is a bit boring, it is better than being fainted once on stage. That kind of "wonderful" experience will be unforgettable as long as you encounter it once and will never be remembered forever.

"Did the goggles enter the operating room?" Wu Mian asked.

"..." Ren Haitao was taken aback, and immediately replied, "No."

"Then prepare." Wu Mian turned to wash his hands.

"BOSS, your assessment of the operation is terrible!" Professor Barack chatted behind Wu Mian, "Does it require three levels of protection to perform the operation!"

"Patient overeating, I saw it with my own eyes two days ago." Wu Mian said while brushing her hands. Because of the cover of several layers of masks, plus the outermost N95, the voice sounded muffled.

"You have always been so careful, BOSS. Praise your caution, the patient is very lucky to meet you." Professor Barack said.

"Be careful, Barack, I highly suspect that the patient has gastrointestinal gangrene." Wu Mian brushed his hands for the third time, very careful.

When Professor Barak heard Wu Mian say this, his face was horrified, "Boss, this is rare!"

"I thought back about what would happen if I forcibly prevented her from overeating."

"That's her freedom," Professor Barack said. "No one can use it—I'll make an excuse for your good, boss, you know."

"Yes, so I can only face the current situation."

After brushing her hands, Wu Mian changed her clothes and put her hands in the front pockets of the sterile clothes.

After Chen Lu finished counting the equipment, she turned her head and smiled and asked, "Wu Mian, why are you so idle today? You rarely have surgery."

"I've always been very busy." Wu Mian narrowed his eyes and said.

"Cut." Chen Lu said contemptuously, "I used to think I could see you in the operating room every day when I came to Jianxie Hospital, but after I came, I knew how idle you were, and I couldn't see you at all. "

"My level is no longer necessary for daily operations." Wu Mian narrowed her eyes and gave Chen Lu a big smile. "Bellak's surgery is very good, although it is limited to the gastrointestinal area."

"Boss, I am very dissatisfied with your description." Professor Barack said, "I am an expert in gastroenterology, this is my major. Professor of Massachusetts Medical College, few people are like you are a monster! "

"Barack's Mandarin speaks the true standard, did you teach it?" Chen Lu asked.

"Yes." Wu Mian replied, "When I was in Massachusetts, I asked all members of my medical team to learn Chinese."

"Your English is good, I have heard it, and I feel that there is no essential difference between speaking with foreigners...I can't hear it anyway," Chen Lu said.

"It's very lonely abroad, this is the accent. Especially when people speak Mandarin during the operation, the operation speed can be much faster." Wu Mian smiled.

"I wore N95 for the first time. It is really the legendary N95." Chen Lu said, "Is it because of the special reason for this operation. Do foreign countries wear this thing for surgery? It's too boring. I feel that I'm about to be poisoned by carbon dioxide. "

"Just open it and take a look." Wu Mian said.

After Professor Barak finished laying out the surgical drape, he hesitated, and did not immediately change the sterile surgical gown. He stood in the position of the assistant and said, "Boss, I'll still be the assistant. If I'm the surgeon, you stand opposite me. I am afraid of hallucinations."

"It's okay, change clothes and go to the stage." Wu Mian walked over, squeezed Professor Barak away with his shoulders, and stood in the position of his assistant and began to sort out the suction device and the bipolar electrocoagulation line.

"Wu Mian, we have sent a lot of money recently, can we continue to send it like this in the future?" Chen Lu asked.

In an instant, except for Wu Mian and Barak in the operating room, everyone's ears stood up.

"Did you send a lot of money?" Wu Mian smiled, "Not a lot, maybe a little bit more than before."

One point... Chen Lu was speechless.

"I remember when you just came back, you and Zhao Zhe invited me to dinner. Didn't it mean that the pure American hospital in the capital city would pay tens of thousands of dollars for overtime work during the Chinese New Year? I think your envious saliva will flow down." Wu Mian said.

"Sure, but they are purely American-funded hospitals..."

"The income will not be less after several kinds of techniques are opened." Wu Mian said, "Bellak."

"Boss, I'm here."

"Open for $28,000 a month, how?"

"Simply enough to live."

"Here, Da Lu, that's it."

Chen Lu sighed helplessly, hot waves surged up the gap between the masks, and her eyelashes trembled.

Professor Barak changed his clothes, stood in the position of the surgeon, and glanced at Wu Mian again.

"Let's go." Wu Mian was ready with hemostatic forceps in one hand and sterile gauze in the other.

"BOSS, you are standing opposite, and the pressure on me is too great." Professor Barack whispered, holding a dermatome in his right hand, and making a 10cm lateral incision of the rectus abdominis, which is not bad.

Blood gushed out, and Wu Mian's sterile gauze in his left hand pressed on and moved away a little bit. Professor Barack held the small blood vessels that had been severed at the point where the bipolar coagulation began to "snap".

"BOSS, I haven't had an open surgery for at least 5 years." Professor Barack said.

"If you haven't done it after I left Massachusetts, it would be 3 years, 2 months and 12 days since the last open operation." Wu Miandao, "The last open operation was an appendectomy."

"..." Chen Lu asked in surprise~www.wuxiaspot.com~Appendix? Why open stomach? "

"Because Barack couldn't find the appendix, in the end I had to go on stage and stroke my intestines bit by bit before I found the little guy."

"BOSS, appendectomy is definitely the most difficult operation in the world, there is no one!" Professor Barack began to blunt separation, while saying, "Do you know the feeling that you can't find the appendix after the pneumoperitoneum is established? I thought at the time. The whole world abandoned me."

"I am still there."

"Thank God for letting you stand behind me." Professor Barak was doing peritoneal protection. "If you weren't there, I was thinking that I must find the best lawyer. Boss, do you know..."

As he said, Professor Barack reached for a sharp knife. Wu Mian used two pliers to "lift" the peritoneum, and Professor Barak cut it up.

The peritoneum is very tight, and as soon as the incision is made, the suction device is inserted into the patient's stomach along the narrow gap.

The hissing sound is endless, and a foul smell diffuses, and it hits everyone's nose hard as if it were substance.