The Surgeon's Studio

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"Boss Zheng, is this a surgical instrument?" CEO Wang asked in surprise. He thought that Zheng Ren was trying to act cool, but he did not expect him to be really cool. The equipment was so beautiful and precise. As long as a doctor had a certain amount of surgical experience, he could tell that they were definitely custom – made surgical instruments, and they would definitely be very easy to use. Director sun was dumbfounded. He could tell at a glance that these instruments were the expensive kind. He didn't even dare to think about it. With Zheng Ren's income, he definitely could not afford such equipment, so it must have been a gift. "President Zheng, which manufacturer is so generous?" Director sun swallowed his saliva and asked. He thought that it was a gift from the manufacturer, and he thought that if he had the chance to meet a seller from this manufacturer, he would ask for a set of this surgical equipment no matter what. Regardless of whether it was useful or not, to be able to bring the surgical equipment on stage like President Zheng was a symbol of status. But Speaking of which, city people really knew how to play! Tsk, tsk. President Zheng has gone to the capital and learned the bad things. President Zheng, who used to be so honest and simple, had now learned how to act tough. Although that was what he said, he was really envious. "It's not a gift from the manufacturer. " Zheng Ren watched as Xie Yiren finished washing her hands and put on her clothes before going up to the stage. He reached out, and the hemostatic forceps and blunt scissors appeared in his hands."Dr. Charles gave it to me when I went to Maio clinic a few days ago." "Maio clinic?" "Dr. Charles?" Director sun and director Wang's concerns were obviously different. Director sun was stunned for a moment before he realized the main point of the matter. The Dr. Charles President Zheng mentioned ... It sounded very unfamiliar. Who was that? He looked at President Wang with a questioning look. "Charles Moore. He used to be known as the world's best surgeon. Later, he went to do basic research and won the Nobel Prize in Biology and Medicine for his nucleic acid project." CEO Wang said. Director sun was speechless. The Nobel Prize winner was so far away from him, like the distance between heaven and earth. "Boss Zheng, you're awesome." Director Wang said softly. "It's time for surgery. Pay attention to the surgical field. " Zheng Ren pointed at the zipper in CEO Wang's hand and said in a low voice. Director Wang came back to his senses. He held a light retractor in his hand and exposed Zheng Ren's surgical field. Blunt scissors and hemostatic forceps were used to perform blunt separation. The technique was not complicated. In fact, it was a little simple. The abdominal cavity, which seemed to have serious adhesion and no normal anatomical structure could be found at all, became clear little by little with the help of the slightly simple hemostatic forceps and blunt scissors. The blood vessels that needed to be ligated, and the blood vessels that needed to be sutured were sutured. They were clean and neat. CEO Wang didn't have the time to think about anything else. It wasn't enough for him to work as boss Zheng's assistant with all his might. He only had one thought in his mind. It seemed that only this set of surgical equipment was worthy of boss Zheng. It was just like some small blood vessels, which were difficult to clamp with ordinary hemostatic forceps. The goal could only be achieved after the connective tissue was separated and exposed. The hemostatic forceps in Zheng Ren's hand reached in directly and clamped deftly. No matter how thin the blood vessel was, it was clamped tightly. It was just that ... CEO Wang was puzzled as to why Zheng Ren did not go to the stomach wall, but went up instead. Ten minutes later, the adhesion in the abdominal cavity was separated, and a broken gallbladder appeared before everyone's eyes. Only then did director Wang understand. "Boss Zheng, is it a gallstones from a perforated gallbladder?" CEO Wang asked. "I guess so." Zheng Ren did not continue to separate the gallbladder area. Instead, he turned down and began to separate the adhesion near the stomach wall to remove the swelling. Director sun didn't understand at all. He had never seen such a situation before and was completely dumbfounded. As a Doctor Who had been in the clinical field for twenty to thirty years, it was a little too much that he could not even understand what was going on. Director sun felt that his face was a little red, and the light hook seemed to be as heavy as a thousand catties. However, he didn't have to be too polite in front of President Zheng. In the past, when President Zheng was still in the emergency department, he had already admitted his mistake. Director sun sighed and felt very fortunate. It was a good thing that he had acknowledged his identity early, but Liu Tianxing wasn't so lucky. It was said that after Liu Tianxing had undergone interventional surgery for liver cancer, the tumor was not under control and was developing rapidly. That was liver cancer, the king of cancer. Old Liu probably wouldn't be able to last long. Countless thoughts appeared in director sun's mind. President Zheng had really given him too many surprises. It seemed that he had changed after not seeing him for a while ... As he was thinking, a crisp sound interrupted director sun's thoughts. "Director sun, could you please pull up this bowl of noodles?" Zheng Ren's voice was heard. Uh ... We're in the middle of a surgery, how could I be distracted? Department Director sun quickly observed the operating field. The surgical area, which had been a mess of adhesion, was now clean, and the outline of the "tumor" in the stomach wall could be seen. Zheng Ren made a gesture with the hemostatic forceps in his hand and motioned for director sun to pull it here. Director sun felt guilty. If he couldn't even pull the pinky promise, he could really retire. He focused on pulling the retractor and watching the surgery, and the speed of the surgery increased a little. After a few minutes, the "tumor" was basically completely removed and presented in the operating field. "It's time for the resection, right? should I do gastrectomy or something else? Director sun tried to put his thoughts into the shoes of the surgeon. However, Zheng Ren's steady movements suddenly stopped. He looked at the "tumor" in the stomach wall and seemed to hesitate. "Boss Zheng?" CEO Wang asked. "I suspect that it's a gallbladder perforation. The rocks fell onto the stomach wall and formed a bag." Zheng Ren said. This judgment was a little bold, but it was not impossible. CEO Wang hesitated for a moment, but he did not interfere with Zheng Ren's thoughts. He just watched silently. CEO Wang knew what Zheng Ren was thinking. The condition of the patient was basically clear, and all that was left was to make a judgment. The surgical method with the least damage to the patient was to cut open the wrapped tissue outside the stomach wall, take out the gallstones, and send them for pathology. However, if the patient made a wrong judgment or the local tissues were repeatedly stimulated and turned cancerous, this operation would cause the implantation to transfer, causing the patient's tumor to go out of control. However, if they followed the surgical method of gastrectomy for stomach cancer, even though it was safe to perform subtotal gastrectomy, and it would be easy to explain to the patient's family, the patient's quality of life after the surgery would be greatly affected. The choice between these fine details was very difficult to make. CEO Wang was more inclined to the latter. After all, the risk was the smallest if he did so. Not only was there medical risk, but the risk that the patient had to bear was also much smaller. Everything had its advantages and disadvantages. The choice of this surgical method might be the method with the least disadvantages and the greatest benefits that CEO Wang could think of. The operating theater was silent, and every minute and second was unbearable. After nearly three minutes, Zheng Ren finally made up his mind and said,""President Wang, I want to try a free hepatectomy. Please be careful not to contaminate the operating area with the retractor." Director Wang heaved a sigh of relief. No matter what decision it was, as long as someone made it, it was fine.