The Surgeon's Studio

“Ah?” Professor Yang was stunned.

Zheng Ren looked at the ventilator and monitor, then said, “This surgery usually takes about 15 hours, but the patient can’t hold out this long in this condition. The surgery needs to be accelerated.”

Accelerated… he was already at maximum capacity, okay? How was he to speed up?

And who was this woman? Was there a doctor named Yi in the general surgery department?

“Okay.” Su Yun ignored professor Yang’s doubts. He turned around and walked to a corner of the operating theater. He took out his phone and made a call.

“Yiren, the large-scale surgery needs to be sped up. The Boss wants you to take the stage.”

“Oh, send me a message when you’re outside. I’ll bring you in.”

“I’m hanging up.”

During the call, they already removed one of the sac walls using the sponge forceps.

The speed of the surgery after that was indeed a little faster.

Chief Dong was politely “Pushed”to the position of the second assistant by Zheng Ren to help expose his vision.

Every time he saw that Dong Jia’s speed was a little slower and could not keep up with Zheng Ren’s rhythm, Zheng Ren’s wrist would make a subtle movement. Su Yun would think that it was better to hit with the hemostatic forceps.

However, this was 912. If Zheng Ren were to be bossy on the operating table, it would probably cause public outrage.

‘Boss, you’re still too conservative,’ Su Yun thought to himself. When it was time to be bossy, one had to do so. That was the privilege of a capable surgeon.

However, the more Su Yun looked at the surgery, the worse his expression became.

From the time when he was in sea city general hospital, Zheng Ren had always been a surgeon, and Su Yun had always been his assistant.

Su Yun had also been claiming himself as a flawless assistant.

In his opinion, that was indeed the case. If he were to give his assistant a grade, Su Yun would definitely think that he had a perfect score.

To say that he was flawless was indeed not being polite, but an objective evaluation.

However, that day, he saw Zheng Ren as an assistant.

All kinds of guidance, exposure, clamping assistance, cutting… all were well practiced.

The second hepatic portal was stuck in a mess. Professor Yang originally wanted to observe carefully and make a move bit by bit, so as not to break the blood vessels and cause irreversible damage.

However, with Zheng Ren’s assistance, the speed could not be slowed down at all.

Zheng Ren only occasionally reached out his hand. When the scrub nurse did not know what she needed, he whispered a word. Other than that, he did not say anything else.

He only used his body language and operative view to convey to Professor Yang the information on how the surgery should be done.

Even if it was an unfamiliar surgery, professor Yang still felt that he was familiar with it.

Damn it! Was he that good as an assistant?

Su Yun did not criticize him too much internally because he knew that the reason the surgery could be done this way was due to Zheng Ren’s higher level of understanding of the surgery than Professor Yang.

If Zheng Ren was the surgeon, and Su Yun the assistant, he would definitely be faster than he was now.

Little Yiren was on the way. Would he be faster then?

Su Yun started to look forward to it.

Adhesion between the blood vessels in the second hepatic hilum was a mess. However, with the help of those agile hands, the surgical view would be exposed at every critical moment. Blunt dissection was always successful.

Professor Yang knew in his heart that this person in front of him was not an assistant, but rather, he was teaching a surgery.

He vaguely recalled ten years ago, when he was still a doctoral student.

At that time, his teacher would occasionally go on stage to teach him surgery.

Because of the uniqueness of the operating table, the so-called hand-to-hand teaching could not be the same as other industries.

The most considerate teaching was when the teacher acted as the first assistant, exposing the entire surgery process clearly in front of him.

Of course, no one had the patience to assist a hundred times. It was only at certain times when the teacher was in the mood, or when he saw that Professor Yang’s level was at a point of explosive growth and needed a boost, that he would act as an assistant and teach him once.

Each of those surgeries were rare opportunities, Professor Yang could still recall many details from them.

However, that day, when his level was able to gain a firm foothold in 912 hospital, and could even faintly covet the position of Chief Physician, the teaching surgery dawned upon him once more.

Gradually, Professor Yang went back in time. In a trance, he felt that he had returned to his youth.

The surgery continued. The complicated and mutated anatomical structure of the second hilum of the liver gradually became clear.

The Chief of the Department of Genitourinary Surgery at the side of the spectator’s stand did not leave after he had finished his work. He remained in the spectator’s stand.

This type of liver hydatid disease was very rare. Since he was already there, it would be nice for him to observe more of the chief’s experience.

However, he did not expect to see such a strange surgery.

He could see that boss Zheng, who had gone up to the stage, was teaching the surgery and guiding professor Yang to carry out the surgery.

Although it was guiding, the speed was not slow. In fact, it could even be said to be very fast.

“This young man is really something!” The Chief of the Genitourinary Surgery Department sighed internally.

His skill was great, but he was not ostentatious. He took the position of an assistant right from the start. Previously, he thought that it was very arrogant of him to be the first assistant, but now it seemed that he was keeping a low profile. It was too f*cking low profile.

He performed the surgery well, yet he kept a low profile. It was difficult for people to not have a good impression of him.

Amazing, absolutely amazing!

The Chief of the Department of Genitourinary Surgery looked at him and even felt a little regretful. If only this person was in the Department of Genitourinary Surgery.

If that was really the case, even if he had to shed all pretense of cordiality with Old Kong, he would still have to snatch this young man over.

When he thought of this, he was stunned for a moment, but then he smiled bitterly.

What was he thinking?!

He was not the leader of Chief Kong’s subordinates. Chief Kong was the one who held the Nobel Prize and descended upon Hospital 912.

Even Chief Kong would have to be polite to this young man. Given that ability, Zheng Ren would have to be treated like a master wherever he went. Even if he was ostracized by seniority within the country, he would still have a place in the Mayo Clinic.

That was a god, not to be mistaken as a junior doctor just because he was young.

The Chief of the Department of Genitourinary Surgery shook his head. What a pity.

Old Kong was really lucky.

“Professor Yang, this way,” a voice broke the silence on the operating table.

The hemostatic forceps in Zheng Ren’s hand were placed on the blunt scissors, stopping professor Yang from making a move.

“Huh?”

“Professor Yang, your vision is blocked. There is a small artery under the lower scissors. It’s very troublesome to cut it. Turn your wrist by 15 degrees. Go from this angle,” Zheng Ren said.

That was the first time he had communicated with Professor Yang since he came on stage.

Generally speaking, if the difference between the skills of the practitioner and the assistant was not too far off, this kind of communication was very common, especially in the face of a high-difficulty surgery, they would communicate with each other and find a suitable method.

However, Zheng Ren’s words…

They were filled with confidence and… dignity, just like a senior doctor.

Although he was polite, there was also no room for doubt.

Professor Yang really felt like when he was a student. He did not have any doubts and continued the surgery according to Zheng Ren’s words.

He stretched out his hand, pulled the thread with the forceps, and ligated it.

A slightly thick and tiny artery was ligated and cut off. The surgical field was clean, as if the small artery did not exist at all. In the operative view, there was no sign of the small artery.

The people watching the surgery were shocked. What was going on?!