The Surgeon’s Studio

An anesthesiologist like Lao He had his own criteria for judging a surgeon.

Whether or not the surgery was successful was only one aspect. It was also very important to know how to do it faster and more accurately.

Compared to a surgeon’s, he thought that his evaluation was more objective.

However, when he saw Zheng Ren perform surgery, Lao He really did not know how to evaluate him.

Blunt dissection? Lao He had seen doctors in the Department of Hepatobiliary and Gastrointestinal Surgery perform various types of blunt dissection. Some used hemostatic forceps; some used large forceps, some used hands, and some used blunt scissors. To put it bluntly, these were the instruments.

The technique was mainly reflected in the surgeon’s understanding of the anatomical structure and the judgment of the condition of the patient.

The degree of hyperemia and edema and how much strength was used was an accumulation of experience. It was also the main sign of judging whether a surgeon was awesome or not.

However, he had never seen a needle holder holding a small needle doing a blunt dissection. Similarly, he had never seen such a blunt dissection that was so extremely meticulous right down to the millimeters.

This was not a general surgery at all. It was too much like a microsurgery. Other than not wearing a microscope, Boss Zheng was no different from a microsurgeon.

Lao He felt that his hands were a little unstable, so he began to hold the camera phone with both hands.

Even so, even if he looked at it from many angles, he could not completely leave Zheng Ren’s technique behind.

As time passed, Lao He even became a little absent-minded.

He felt that Boss Zheng’s technique and the melody of the music were gradually becoming one. This was not a surgery, but rather, a beautiful dance at a ball. It made people lose themselves in it.

Due to the sound of the music, Zheng Ren did not speak to Xie Yiren.

Zheng Ren put down the needle holder and reached out his hand. She slapped the patterned forceps in his hand. His vision did not change at all, nor did he speak. It was as if he knew what the scrub nurse would slap in his hand.

No matter what was needed next, Xie Yiren would always be able to give Zheng Ren the correct equipment–even if there was no operative view, even if she stood there and could not see anything.

After 1 hour, 32 minutes, and 12 seconds, Zheng Ren finally straightened his back.

The cervical vertebra and lumbar vertebra made a series of crisp cracking sounds.

“Is it done?” Professor Yang asked.

“It’s done,” Zheng Ren said. He reached out and had the hemostatic forceps slapped into his hand.

“Brother Yang, prepare to remove the gallbladder. You do it. It must be light. The lighter, the better,” Zheng Ren said.

Professor Yang nodded. At this time, the patient’s blue gallbladder had already dissociated and decomposed to a millimeter. It was like a general specimen in a local anatomy class.

It was even more detailed than a general specimen. It could be said that the entire process of blunt dissection, which had just been completed, was more like a performance art.

There was no doubt that the surgery had reached this stage.

The porcelain part of the cystic duct that had not been made porcelain could be seen very clearly. Yang Lei knew what he should do.

He reached out and extended the hemostatic forceps and thread.

Zheng Ren personally performed the ligation because there was another difficulty. The edema of the cystic duct was quite severe, so he had to control the power of the ligation well. If he was not careful, all his previous efforts would be wasted.

Therefore, he took the initiative to take the job.

Ligation, thread cutting, and then ligation…

If the local anatomy was at this extent, there was no reason for the surgery to fail. After 15 minutes and 23 seconds, all the connections between the blue gallbladder and the body had been cut off, ligated, and sewn.

“Brother Yang, take the basin. I’ll take the gallbladder,” said Zheng Ren.

Professor Yang did not understand. There should not be anything else. Boss Zheng seemed to be a little too timid.

He smiled and did not refute. Instead, he took the pathological specimen basin and watched Zheng Ren gently wrap the gauze around the gallbladder to prevent the surgical area from contaminating it. It was as gentle as touching a lover’s hand.

This was too careful. There was no need for it at all. Both Professor Yang and Lao He thought the same.

When Zheng Ren carefully placed the porcelain gallbladder into the pathological basin, he finally let out a long breath.

A crisp and melodious tinkling sound rang in his ears.

[Sudden Quest: Exquisite Porcelain completed

[Mission Contents: perfectly remove the porcelain gallbladder.

[MISSION REWARD: Platinum Treasure Chest x1, experience points 10,000, skill points 1,000.

[Mission Time: 1 day, 3 hours, and 34 minutes; remaining time: 20 hours and 26 minutes.]

Only then did Zheng Ren let out a sigh of relief.

No matter what, the surgery was a success, and his already exhausted surgery training time had been replenished. This was all good.

Moreover, it was a sudden quest, and the System gifted him the platinum treasure chest for the first time.

Although Zheng Ren was not interested in the lucky draw, this time was different. He had the urge to open the platinum treasure chest now, for no other reason than that the difficulty of this mission being simply too f*cking great!

With the last step of putting the gallbladder in the pathological specimen basin, it was a series of frightening events.

The level of a master-level general surgery had to fail countless times before the surgery could be successfully completed.

Needless to say, it was hard work, but Zheng Ren restrained his somewhat arrogant heart because of this.

So what if he had broken through the last technical barrier of the Department of Hepatobiliary and Pancreatic Surgery! A porcelain gallbladder told Zheng Ren that there was still a long way to go before he could reach the prime level.

Irrigation, hemostasis, and abdominal closure. The surgery was over.

Lao He held the phone in his hand. Both of his hands were numb.

“Old Yang, let me tell you. You have to treat me to a meal,” Lao He nagged.

“Okay, okay. Let’s do it another day,” Professor Yang was in a good mood after the surgery, so he replied readily.

“Brother Yang, take the pathology specimen and show it to the patient’s family,” Zheng Ren said. “There should be a tumor inside, but because the gallbladder wall was porcelain, the tumor did not spread. After the surgery, have the family go to the Oncology Department to make a decision.”

“Okay.”

The two of them began to close the abdomen. Zheng Ren did not leave the stage. He came with Yang Lei to finish up the surgery.

After all, it had already come to this. It was useless for him to leave the stage. Little Yiren was still on stage. If she also came down, he would have to trouble the scrub nurse in the operating theater to scrub the stage.

It was okay to do this, but if he came back in the future, what awaited him and Little Yiren would only be rolling eyes.

He had to be straightforward and meticulous in doing things.

A few minutes later, the abdominal cavity was closed. Zheng Ren turned around and walked off the stage. He took off his gloves and said with a smile, “I’ll go back and take a nap. Brother Yang, go and explain the condition to the patient’s family.”

“Okay.”

Zheng Ren and Little Yiren left. They changed their clothes and went home. They were ready to finish the work in the operating theater.

“Old Yang, there’s no hurry to send the patient away.” Lao He asked his assistant to look at the patient. The patient had woken up from general anesthesia, but he had questions.

“Huh?”

“I’ll go with you to take a look at the tumor in the gallbladder,” Lao He said casually. “The porcelain gallbladder can be completely removed. Its standard is not low.”

Actually, Lao He did not think so.

He wanted to see what the gallbladder looked like so that he could understand why Boss Zheng was so cautious just now.