Chapter 1719

After checking the cardiopulmonary bypass machine, Lao he looked at the stunned anesthesiologist of the international hospital. He was happy, but there was no expression on his face.

"Well, find a player." He took a USB flash disk from the pocket of his isolation suit and handed it to the anesthesiologist.

"Teacher... This is..." the anesthesiologist on this side was stunned by the orderly and busy operation preparation process.

As long as people engaged in medical treatment know what careful and meticulous preparation means when this group comes in.

This is professional!

What does specialty mean?

People's level is higher than the sky!

It's nothing to operate in your own hospital with confidence. Go to a strange place, many things don't work together, and you can find something to replace at will. This is your ability!

Now, the old anesthesiologist took out the USB flash disk. Is this a secret weapon?

Lao he smiled and didn't speak. He began to continue to check the variety, concentration and speed of medication on the anesthesia list.

The little anesthesiologist was full of excitement with a USB flash disk.

912 Niu forced anesthesiologist gave himself a USB flash disk before operation, which must be the secret of the operation!

As long as the operating room is slightly higher, there will be audio playback equipment, especially in the hybrid operating room.

In smaller hospitals, there is no such place as hybrid operating room. It's just that the hybrid operating room of the international hospital can't do a few operations all year round.

The little anesthesiologist, filled with a sense of sanctity, plugged in the USB flash disk and turned on the computer.

There is only one file in the USB flash drive. Click to open it.

The operating room immediately heard the song of good luck.

[fold a thousand paper cranes and tie a red ribbon. May good luck come to kind people every day...]

I went to... The little anesthesiologist was stupid.

What is this special? Do you want to be more earthy?

Singing in the operating room is a tradition. Of course, many doctors don't like noise and like quiet.

Singing, the older generation like red songs, a small bamboo raft walking in the river, but also impassioned.

But what is this, good luck?

"Lao he, you've gone too far!" Su Yun roared, "go out for surgery, you still play this broken song!"

"Brother Yun, don't introduce yourself. Boss Zheng likes it." Old he said with a smile. Others take Su Yun seriously, but Lao he doesn't think so.

There is only one leader in the medical group, that is boss Zheng. As long as you flatter boss Zheng, other people's ideas are not important.

Besides, it's just a song. Why take it seriously.

He just said with a playful smile and put on an attitude of not fighting back or scolding back, but he just had to sing, so that Su Yun had nowhere to show his martial arts.

"Boss, you take care!" Su Yun shouted while checking the equipment needed for the operation with Xie Yi.

"Watch the film. Don't make any noise." Zheng Ren put his left hand under his right armpit and his right hand on his cheek. He carefully looked at the lung CT film taken by the patient before operation.

"Ultrasonic knife or?" Su Yun counted the instruments and asked.

"Keep one spare."

"No octopus." Su yundao.

"It's all right. Don't fix it. You can do it all the time." Zheng Ren doesn't care.

Su Yun stopped talking this time.

If the heart is not fixed, he knows how high the technical level is if he wants to sew it.

But that's coronary surgery. Suturing the heart and beating constantly... Su Yun has only 70% confidence.

Is the level of operation so high? Su Yun was surprised.

My heart is a little confused, but at this time, fortunately, the song is recklessly transmitted to the brain through the eardrum.

Su Yun glanced at Lao he and smiled bitterly.

Lao he, I'm afraid he has been with the boss all his life.

But I think it's a big thing like Director Mao. The boss overturned against the wind under the pressure of the whole hospital and wiped out all the troubles for Lao he.

As long as there is a little wink, the only choice is to worship. Do you still need to think about it?

Su Yun sighed slightly, and his black hair on his forehead was pressed in his sterile hat. He couldn't float.

"Anesthesia and circulation are ready, boss Zheng." Lao he then said.

"Surgical instruments are ready." Shea humanitarian, then began to check the number with the operating room nurse on this side.

"Boss, I disinfected it." Su Yun roared. He wanted to drown out the lucky song with his own voice.

But the song seems to have strong penetration. Anyway, I can hear it clearly.

"OK." Zheng Ren said in a deep voice.

Disinfect and lay aseptic sheets. Zheng Ren brushes his hands and goes on stage.

He didn't ask Director Mao about the things he explained before the operation. These are not his own business. In the system operating room, Zheng Ren also tried to take out the big shelf by interventional surgery.

But even if Zheng Ren's intervention level reaches the peak, he can't do this at all.

One position of the large shelf is stuck in the oval fossa, which can not be solved by changing the angle of the interventional guide wire.

Zheng Ren came to this conclusion after dissecting the experimental body.

Fortunately, the success rate of thoracotomy is 100% and the completion degree of operation is 100%, but Zheng Ren is not worried.

The hum of the sternal saw echoed in the operating room, with a normal median sternal incision into the mediastinum.

"Boss Zheng, how to intubate?" Lao he asked.

"Ascending aorta, superior vena cava." Zheng Ren replied simply.

Having cooperated with Lao he twice in cardiopulmonary bypass surgery, Zheng Ren is still assured of Lao he's technical level.

The ascending aorta and superior vena cava were intubated, the parallel circulation was established routinely, the heart kept beating, the right atrium was cut, the inferior vena cava was sheathed and the double lumen balloon catheter was used to control the inferior vena cava bleeding.

The operation was simple and clear. Mao stood behind Zheng Ren and looked at the operation with emotion.

Although it is said that the heart has declined, in the heyday of that year, when more than a dozen bypass operations were performed a day, no one did so well in cardiopulmonary bypass.

How many operations can this be fed?

Mao Chi sighed in his heart that even if he was gifted, he couldn't reach this level without 180 operations.

But now the mind, where to find 180 operations.

"Director, director." Professor Zhang hurried up. Seeing that this side had opened, he was flustered + 2.

"Is it over?" Mao held his back and looked at the operation without looking back.

Just like when he was in 912, Mao's breath of the big director was at a glance.

"After the explanation, the patient's family members have great opinions, but as long as the operation can succeed..." Professor Zhang looked at it.

His heart sank when he saw only two people standing on the operating table.

Heart surgery, only two people, isn't that bullshit?!

"There are too few people. It's my negligence. I'll go to the chest department to give me a hand." Professor Zhang dare not be presumptuous on the operating table. After all, Director Mao is here and can't speak by himself.

"No." On the operating table, a gentle voice said, "it's almost done."

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Note: the title of this chapter is too good to give up.