Chapter 1122 A Young Man Who Forgets His Roots

On the operating table, Zheng Ren asked, "Does the patient have any other medical history before surgery?"

"Have a history of hypertension for 3 years, no history of diabetes or coronary heart disease. Have a history of smoking for 20 years, every day..."

"Oh, you don't need to be so detailed. What about the details? For example, trauma, etc., have you asked?" Zheng Ren asked.

This is the second time Zheng Ren has asked. He is afraid that the boss will say something casually before being hospitalized and ignore this important question.

If it wasn't for seeing the adhesions in the abdominal cavity so heavy, Zheng Ren would not have asked in detail.

The answer was no, and the patient did not report a history of major trauma or other surgeries.

Zheng Ren nodded and looked at the surgery area in a daze.

Director Sun smiled and asked, "Boss Zheng, what are you thinking? I've always dreamed of your surgery recently. I can see it with my own eyes today."

"No, I'm thinking about how to do the surgery. When Yiren comes up, there are still surgical instruments." Zheng Ren said.

"..." Director Sun was speechless.

"..." President Wang was speechless.

Boss Zheng's operation is good, but the shelf is getting bigger and bigger. Special equipment nurses are not enough, but also special surgical equipment?

Director Sun opened his mouth under the sterile mask, trying to breathe the air like a fish thrown on the shore.

Under normal circumstances, if the director of surgery wants to perform some difficult operations, he will greet the head nurse in the operating room in advance and find a specialized instrument nurse to match the table.

But this needs to be greeted first, and the head nurse in the operating room may not agree.

If you need special equipment, bring it yourself and let the visiting nurses sterilize it. This isn't a big deal either.

But what Boss Zheng meant was that the entire surgical instrument should be replaced by his own?

That's a bit too much.

Director Sun felt a little uncomfortable. This boy Zheng Ren was a little doctor in the ward opposite last year, and he couldn't even go to a slightly bigger operation.

But when the carp leaps over the Dragon Gate, it is different.

When I come back for surgery this year, it is not enough for a nurse to bring my own instruments, and I have to bring a set of surgical instruments myself, which is too much.

Do you really take yourself as an expert? Although it is true in terms of technical level, but... the surgical instruments of Haicheng No. 1 Hospital are so unbearable? You can't do a single operation?

It's really forgetful, wasn't your surgery practiced step by step with these surgical instruments?

President Wang also felt that it was a bit too much, smiled a little embarrassedly, and asked, "Boss Zheng, what kind of equipment is it?"

"A complete set of surgical instruments is very handy." Zheng Ren said: "The operation is relatively difficult, wait a moment, Yiren will arrive soon."

The equipment nurse is not as reserved as Director Sun and President Wang. She smiled and said, "Mr. Zheng, after you go to 912, you are really big. We have invited professors before, but I don't see anyone bringing their own surgical instruments."

"Hehe." Zheng Ren smiled.

The nurses in the operating room are generally aggressive and fiery. If it's not necessary, Zheng Ren doesn't want to provoke these hot girls.

It would be good for Su Yun to come back. Once this happens, Zheng Ren will miss Su Yun very much.

If Su Yun was here, these little nurses would be very obedient and would not want to, and would not speak strangely.

One after another, Brother Yun kept calling.

Zheng Ren expressed regret, but he was not busy on the operating table and did nothing, which would be too hateful.

"Director Sun, I took a look at the preoperative CT."

"Um."

Director Sun immediately asked the hospital manager to insert the CT film into the reader in the operating room. Zheng Ren put his hands under his arm and began to read the film.

Still a little careless, this should be seen before going on stage. Zheng Ren glanced at the film and thought to himself. Is it because after his interventional surgery reached the peak level, his ego expanded?

this is not good.

Zheng Ren secretly warned himself that he must not be careless.

From the film, there is indeed a substantial space-occupying image in the stomach, but after Zheng Ren's reconstruction, it was found that there was no blood flow in it.

Simply put, it is unlikely that this space-occupying lesion is a tumor.

The preoperative diagnosis was wrong. But this point, Zheng Ren felt that there was no need to say. To accuse Director Sun of making a wrong diagnosis on the operating table is a direct slap in the face. How much hatred and hatred can make this happen.

But this mistake, Director Sun's responsibility is not great. Such a large space, how to see how it is a tumor. If I hadn't rebuilt it myself, I wouldn't have been able to tell.

But not a tumor, what is it?

Zheng Ren also became curious, and the patient's condition became more and more interesting. As long as it is not cancer, it is estimated that the patient's family will be grateful after the operation, so it is not particularly stressful to do it.

"Director Sun." Zheng Ren asked, "Is it going to be frozen?"

"Yes." Director Sun said, "Mr. Zheng, what do you think it looks like?"

"Look at it when you're done." Zheng Ren said, "You're right, it's unlikely that it's cancer."

Director Sun was sweating profusely, did he judge by himself? If it's right, they won't be looking for someone to see it in surgery. But Mr. Zheng said this to give himself face, and he knew it in his heart.

Saying that, Xie Yi came up with a sterile bag.

If the operating box is sterilized, just like the sterilization of the surgical bag, there should be two layers of isolated furoshiki outside.

The dark green sterile bag is square and looks very strange.

"Sister Liu, I'm here."

"Yiren, you come to the table, and I'll take a rest." The instrument nurse had no objection to Xie Yiren, and smiled and took over the surgical instruments that opened the sterile furoshiki and placed them on the instrument table.

The original equipment was not put away, but was placed neatly aside.

She was curious, glanced at Zheng Ren, and asked, "Mr. Zheng, can you open it and take a look?"

"Open it and prepare for surgery." Zheng Ren then asked, "Yiren, do you have the surgical blade?"

"Bring it, let's hit the stage."

Do you even bring your own surgical blades? Except for Zheng Ren and Xie Yi, everyone in the operating room fell silent.

A blade tore open the sterile package and hit it on the operating table, and Xie Yi immediately went to brush his hands.

The instrument nurse carefully opened the dark green sterile package, and a silver-white box appeared in front of her.

The box is not airtight, and is designed according to the requirements of operating room disinfection. It's just that it looks very clever, not obtrusive, but looks particularly artistic.

"Boss Zheng, is this box worth some money?" the equipment nurse asked.

"I don't know if someone else gave it." Zheng Ren said honestly.

The silver-white box flashes the light of future technology under the lights of the operating room, which looks a little dazzling. The instrument carefully opened the operating box, and several interlayers slowly stretched out, which had a special sense of technology.

Rows of knife handles, hemostatic forceps, and retractors are arranged one by one, like weapons waiting for soldiers to pick up and rush to the battlefield.

"Wow." The instrument nurse was moved by the beauty of the whole set of surgical instruments and exclaimed.