The Surgeon’s Studio Chapter 917 - Stop Fooling Around

Chapter 917: Stop Fooling Around

“Boss Zheng, what should we do for the surgery today?” Lao He asked with a smile.
“Let’s give it a try first. If we can get into the frame, the surgery will be over. If it doesn’t work, we will have to operate on the patient in general anesthesia. When the time comes, we will assist,” Zheng Ren said.
Zheng Ren and Lao He were chatting. The patient’s tracheal tube had been inserted and connected to the ventilator. General anesthesia went smoothly. If they were anxious, they could scrub their hands.
At this moment, a tall and thin doctor walked in.
The isolation suit was already fattening. The tall and thin doctor was swaying. This was just a rough man. He was not afraid of exposure.
“Boss Zheng, thank you for what happened that day,” the tall and thin doctor came in front of Zheng Ren and said very politely.
Zheng Ren was stunned for a moment. Did he know him?
He must have mistaken him for someone else.
It would have been great if Su Yun was here. That fellow would never forget someone he had met once. Zheng Ren felt a little regretful. He brought Su Yun up. He reckoned that he would have already started chatting with this person by now, and then he would be able to determine who it was from the clues.
This way, no one would feel awkward.
The tall and thin doctor smiled and said, “Boss Zheng, I’m Feng Jianguo from the General Surgery Department. This is the first time we’ve met. Last time, you helped us to get a stent. Do you still remember me?”
‘Uh…’ It was like this. Zheng Ren quickly smiled and said, “Oh, Professor Feng, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”
“The patient’s surgery has been completed. It’s very clean and there’s no fistula. We’ll wait for the second stage of anastomosis,” Professor Feng said. “I have to thank Boss Zheng for this.”
When Lao He heard the conversation between the two of them, he frowned and said, “Old Feng, that surgery of yours is only done in the interventional surgery theater. If It’s in the operating theater outside the hospital, I’m afraid that the matron will scold you every time she sees you.”
“There’s nothing we can do about that. We have to do what we have to do.” Professor Feng did not care. It was normal for everyone to complain. If they really encountered something, no one would be afraid.
How many surgeries were done in the operating theater to remove feces?
“Boss Zheng, I’ve seen the radiographic films. It’s very difficult. If we can’t get the stent in, what should we do next?” Professor Feng did not avoid the topic. He only talked about nice things. The patient was lying there. Even if he was nice, he could not treat the patient.
It was better to communicate first.
“It’s fine. Use the methylene blue mark first. If we can find it, it’s the best. If we can’t find it, we can only embolize it and wait for the bowel to die,” Zheng Ren said.
For this kind of surgery, the methylene blue mark had to be selected in place.
Otherwise, the drug would be injected into the superior mesenteric artery. It would be so blue that no one would know that the artery had a dissection.
Boss Zheng sounded very confident. There should be no problem with the super selection.
Professor Feng made a judgment.
Seeing that the anesthesia was nearing its end, Rudolf Wagner washed his hands and prepared to disinfect. Zheng Ren said, “Professor Feng, I’m going to wash my hands.”
Professor Feng nodded and did not say anything. He watched Zheng Ren turn around and leave.
“Boss Zheng, I’ll find you a violin melody,” Lao He said loudly.
“Sure,” Zheng Ren answered indifferently.
Lao He was wearing a lead suit. This was an interventional surgery under general anesthesia. The anesthesiologist had to follow him inside, so he also wore a lead suit. Hearing Zheng Ren say this, he said a few words to his assistant and then went to find the downloaded music happily.
The operating theater was built relatively early. Although the sound system was not bad, there was no Bluetooth, so he could only plug in a USB drive.
‘Boss Zheng has a preference for the violin. He is probably a good player,’ Lao He thought.
He went to the duty room on the sixth floor, opened the cabinet, and took out the USB drive. Lao He immediately returned to the operating room.
The air-tight lead door had been closed. The assistant was watching from inside. Lao He glanced at the screen of the electrocardiogram monitor in the operating room. All kinds of vital signs were stable. There was nothing wrong.
He plugged in the USB, opened it, and began to search for the downloaded violin music.
“Lao He, what are you doing?” Professor Feng asked.
“When Boss Zheng is in surgery, he likes to listen to music. Isn’t it good to play music for him to relax?” Lao He said.
“Are you sure?” Professor Feng asked in surprise.
“Two nights ago, in the Emergency Department, we worked on a porcelain gallbladder. Boss Zheng’s freeing of the gallbladder was very meticulous. By the way, I sent the surgery video to Xinglin Garden. Did you watch it?” Lao He raised his head and glared at Professor Feng, expressing his dissatisfaction.
‘This is your first time meeting Boss Zheng. Why are you asking me if I’m sure.’
After finding Tchaikovsky’s Violin Concerto in D major, Lao He was going to play this. Last time, when he saw Boss Zheng perform a blunt dissection of the gallbladder, the final rhythm and the rhythm of the music seemed to match. It was a beautiful sight.
He did not know if Boss Zheng would be able to perform interventional surgery like last time.
“Old Feng, it’s a pity that you didn’t see it.” Lao He found Tchaikovsky’s Violin Concerto in D major and introduced it to Professor Feng. “Boss Zheng’s general surgery is better than yours.”
Since it was just a chat in the operating theater, it did not matter if it was a little exaggerated. Lao He was not afraid of Professor Feng getting angry.
But Professor Feng did not say anything.
Lao He was stunned for a moment. Could he really be angry? Knowing Old Feng’s temper, it should not be that bad.
Just as he was thinking, the air-tight lead door opened and the scrub nurse walked in.
This is…
“Lao He, the surgery is over. You don’t have to play music anymore,” Professor Feng said as he patted Lao He’s shoulder.
“…” Lao He was stunned for a moment.
The stage was opened, and he went downstairs to get the USB drive. He came up and chatted for a while.
By this time, they should have just passed the selection. How did the surgery end?
“Stop fooling around.” Lao He laughed and said, “Are you angry because I said that your surgery is not as good as Boss Zheng’s?”
“Who’s fooling around with you? Hurry up and get the medicine for the patient,” Professor Feng said.
“The anesthesia is pretty good.”
“The surgery is over. Wake up quickly and we’ll go down,” Professor Feng said.
Lao He was really stunned. He looked inside and saw that Zheng Ren had already turned around and left the stage. The tall and strong German professor was doing a post-operation puncture to stop the bleeding.
F*CK, was it really done?
Lao He did not have the time to play Tchaikovsky’s Violin Concerto in D major. He quickly ran in and asked, “Boss Zheng, did the surgery go well?”
This question was a little glib, but Zheng Ren did not think much of it.
“It went well. There shouldn’t be any problems after the surgery.” Zheng Ren smiled, tore off his sterile clothes and threw them into the medical waste bin.
“How could it be so fast?” Lao He blurted out in surprise.
“It was alright. I went into the super selection, put down the stent, and opened it. Then it was over.” Zheng Ren did not care. The matter of playing music had long been forgotten by him.
Little Yiren was not there either. She was listening to some violin music.
Tchaikovsky’s Violin Concerto in D major. Zheng Ren did not even know what a concerto was. He did not have an elegant bone in his body.
Lao He stared blankly at the screen opposite the surgeon. On it was the final image of the interventional surgery. A membrane stent had completely covered the damaged part of the blood vessel, and the blood flow had returned to normal.
It was really done, but it was too fast.
Boss Zheng’s standard of general surgery was high, and the level of interventional surgery…was even higher!