#1360 Sprayed Perfume (Leader Gluttonous Plus 4)

But Director Lin spoke up for Boss Zheng, and he couldn't get over it if he said anything himself.

It's not a deep hatred, who wants to offend the people in the medical department.

An operation is nothing, if you have a grudge against the medical department, you will be stuck if you go out and run the knife by yourself.

He didn't say anything interesting, but stood behind Zhao Yunlong and carefully looked at the operation to find out what was wrong.

Surgery, not all doctors can do it, but it is not easy to find faults.

There is something wrong, even if it is a little ridicule at that time, I am very happy.

Well, the incision is okay, it would be too much to pick on the fault here. The cut is not deep, this is ready to be burned with electricity.

The electric burn is not bad. During the peeling process, the bleeding does not exceed 2ml, which is not bad.

The mediastinum was opened, and Professor Zhang was squinting at the surgery. Suddenly, a foul smell rushed out.

The smell was strong and heavy, like a stone, slamming into Professor Zhang's face with a "bang".

Immediately, he felt that his nose was sore, and tears were coming down.

The people watching the operation all took a step back in unison.

Ringo covered his nose, "This smell! Boss Zheng, are you opening your chest or belly?"

"No way, some of the food residues entered the mediastinum from the esophagus and retted for half a month."

Zheng Ren didn't say yes, but as soon as he explained, Professor Zhang immediately thought of swill.

"Aspirator, don't put it on." Zheng Ren said, and then tapped Zhao Yunlong's wrist with a hemostatic forceps, "Don't move, I'll come."

Zhao Yunlong was stunned.

Is it difficult to suck pus?

However, he has trust in Zheng Ren. This trust is built on traveling through mountains and rivers, running out of ammunition and food, operating one by one in the ruins, and building on the wounded one by one.

呲呲 continued to sound, and when he heard this sound, Professor Zhang immediately became disgusted.

You don't even have to look at it, you can feel that the pus in the mediastinum must be thick to a certain extent. Otherwise, the suction device would not make such a sound of immobility at all.

The next step should be warm salt water.

The viscous liquid is likely to block the suction device.

"Warm salt water." Zheng Ren said in a muffled voice.

It's normal to wear a lot of masks and the sound is a little dull.

Sure enough, just as Professor Zhang imagined, Zheng Ren just finished speaking, and a pot of warm salt water appeared in his hand.

The aspirator was put in, and after a few seconds it finally cleared.

Professor Zhang glanced at the pipe habitually, and a mass of black-yellow sticky stuff was washed away with the warm salt water.

The smell was so great that Professor Zhang almost stood in the corner of the operating room.

Let him be brave, and when he comes to power, he will encounter such a disgusting operation! Professor Zhang felt a strange feeling in his heart.

But the few people on the operating table are motionless, can't they smell it? Professor Zhang was in a trance.

"Boss Zheng, how many layers of masks did you wear today!" Linger leaned over to the operating table and watched the operation, and suddenly noticed something abnormal.

"Hehe." Lao He said with a smile: "Before the stage, Boss Zheng specially reminded us to wear more layers. Boss Zheng seems to be wearing three layers. I wore five layers, and I also used some men's perfume."

"Do you still need the aseptic principle?" Professor Zhang whispered in the corner.

"Old Zhang, when you usually have an operation, you often smell men's perfume on your body. What? You can use it, but our anesthesiologist can't use it?" Lao He directly returned.

Instrument nurses and anesthesiologists are the most accurate people to assess the skill level of an operator.

If you can't work, you can talk less, and no one is deliberately embarrassing.

After all, everyone's talent is different, and the final level they can reach is also different.

But if the surgery doesn't work, it's pretty annoying.

Lao He is an anesthesiologist and is not under the control of Professor Zhang, so it is still very easy to fight him.

Once upon a time, there was a director of the Orthopedics Department, who was of average level, but with a big shelf. The slow diagnosis operation did not come on stage until ten o'clock.

Every time he came on stage, it was really filled with gunpowder smoke. Whether it's an anesthesiologist or a nurse, whoever encounters it will scold him.

Lao He is considered mild-tempered, but Professor Zhang beat a boatload of people with one word, and he even told himself and Boss Zheng.

What's the good thing about your surgery? !

"I'm not wearing sterile clothes." Professor Zhang said embarrassingly.

"I sprayed men's perfume on the mask, and I didn't spray the outermost layer." Lao He said directly without thinking.

Professor Zhang stopped talking.

Lao He ignored him and said to Linge, "Director Lin, let me spray you with some perfume."

Ringo wanted to refuse, he was really not used to the smell of men's perfume. But the smell was really unpleasant, and finally agreed.

Lao He glanced at the vital signs, the parameters of the ventilator, and the dose of medicine, and explained, and took Linger to the locker room.

In a few minutes, the two returned, and Ringo was refreshed.

Zheng Ren carefully coiled the tube of the suction device on his finger, constantly adjusted the suction force, and sucked the edge of the abscess clean.

Near the edge of the aorta, Zheng Ren didn't dare to move at all. Both Su Yun and Zhao Yunlong knew that the wall was thin, and it was estimated that it would take a little bit of digging.

Gradually, the edges of the abscess cavity were revealed.

"Boss, this operation is difficult." Su Yun frowned and said.

"Well, come on a little bit." Zheng Ren said: "The distance between the thoracic aorta and the azygos vein is a little long. That... Lao He, help me put on the microscope."

"Do you really want microscopic peeling?" Zhao Yunlong asked.

"Well, if the abscess is directly peeled off, the blood will go to the chamber." Zheng Ren turned his head to the side and said, "The stent is not enough, the distance is too long, and a few sections under the abscess have almost reached the aortic intima. This patient is Come on, if you stay at home for another day, it is estimated that you have to die on the way."

"Where's the fishbone? Can you see it when you wander for a while?" Lao He asked.

"Yes, but it is estimated that the corrosion is not good." Zheng Ren said: "Do it slowly and be careful, it is hard to say how long it will take."

"But fortunately, there are instruments." Su Yun said with emotion when he saw Zheng Ren picking up the smallest hemostatic forceps and blunt scissors.

Zheng Ren felt the same way.

"Yes, in Xilin Town People's Hospital, I encountered a patient with a chair lift explosion and electroplating rod trauma. This kind of rough work can be done with Xilin Town's equipment. If this patient met in Xilin Town, I would be stupid."

"Xilin Town? Boss Zheng, when did you go?" Lao He's glasses were about to burst into flames.

"Just came back last night." Zheng Ren said casually.

"What's the matter, Lao He, do you want to go too?" Su Yun glanced at Lao He and asked with a smile.

"That, have the opportunity to take me, take me."

Lao He debugged the microscope for Zheng Ren, and everything was ready soon.

"Old Zhao, you're not welcome, I'm here." Zheng Ren and Zhao Yunlong greeted each other and started the operation.