Standing under the shadowless light in the operating room, Ding Junyi, who served as deputy, couldn't help but feel a little nervous when looking at Zhang Dachuan, who was standing in the chief surgeon's position.
In fact, the reason why she supported Zhang Dachuan and agreed to use the operating room to let him operate on Chen Xiulian was not only because she saw the image record sent to her by Dean Chen Qiaoying. After all, the image looked very blurry and completely inoperable. See the whole operation clearly.
She was willing to take risks because her grandfather was the medical guru who had made successful cases.
Therefore, Ding Junyi clearly knows that this disease is not really incurable, and surgical treatment is completely feasible.
However, this operation requires very high surgical skills from the surgeon, which is difficult for ordinary doctors to meet.
However, if the level is not high enough, the risk of surgical failure is very high, and if you are not careful, you will be catastrophic.
But she had no choice.
Without surgery, Chen Xiulian, who was already terminally ill, could lose her life due to sudden illness at any time.
Without surgery, she, the dean who came by air, would not be able to convince the public.
Without surgery, how could Miao Zhenlin, a bald old man, be made to shut up?
Suddenly, she felt a scorching gaze falling on her. She quickly looked up and found that it was Zhang Dachuan, the chief surgeon, looking at her.
Zhang Dachuan stood on the operating table, his voice unprecedentedly stern and cold:
"If I find you distracted during surgery again, I will remove you from my operating room!"
"Not even if you are the dean!"
Ding Junyi's heart trembled, she quickly collected her thoughts and said "hmm" seriously:
"Sorry, I'll keep an eye out."
At that moment, Ding Junyi actually felt the same powerful aura from Zhang Dachuan as her grandfather on the operating table.
Looking down at the unconscious Chen Xiulian, Zhang Dachuan raised his head and looked around for the last time, and said casually:
"Let's start the operation. I'm doing it a little fast. Just keep it in mind if you don't understand it. Don't question it."
After saying that, he had already picked up the scalpel, cut open Chen Xiulian's chest with one knife, and started to open the chest.
Ding Junyi, who had already gathered his attention, only saw this knife, and his eyes lit up.
Because after Zhang Dachuan's knife was struck, almost no blood flowed out.
To achieve this effect, the scalpel in your hand must be incredibly stable, which is something that many experienced doctors cannot do.
This strike alone was enough to prove that Zhang Dachuan's level was extraordinary.
This is not what Miao Zhenlin said the wild man could do.
In fact, Zhang Dachuan could have used acupuncture to better control the amount of bleeding during the chest opening, but he felt it was not necessary.
Because he wanted to focus on the subsequent procedures, such a thoracotomy was enough.
In the observation room where they saw this thoracotomy technique, many doctors had stopped laughing and disdainful and stood up with serious expressions.
Some people couldn't help but said:
"This young man has something."
"I wouldn't be able to do this chest opening."
Others listened and nodded in sympathy:
"Well, my knife skills are pretty solid, I'm not an inexperienced rookie."
Miao Zhenlin was also shocked by the scene in front of him. He suddenly turned around and glared at Tang Jifeng, realizing that this guy might have lied about something.
This is no charlatan, this is clearly an old mastermind who hides his secrets!
However, although he was surprised by Zhang Dachuan's sword skills, he didn't take it too seriously.
There are many people who have good knife skills, but for this operation, this is not the key to success or failure.
The biggest difficulty in this operation is that the surgeon needs to remove the lesion while keeping the heart beating. A slight deviation here can cost a life.
After all, the heart, as the most critical place for pumping blood in the human body, is both fragile and vital. Even if a sharp scalpel wipes away just a little bit more tissue, it is very likely to cause irreversible consequences.
Miao Zhenlin stared at the operating table, his heart rising unconsciously.
This operation is very important to Ding Junyi, and it is also crucial to him.
The other party is the dean who descended from above, and there must be someone behind him.
In this case, if he wants to regain his position as dean, he must catch the other party making mistakes.
It was a rare mistake for Ding Junyi to let people who were not part of the medical system use the hospital's operating room.
If this opportunity is missed, God knows if Miao Zhenlin can find a better opportunity.
Moreover, if he doesn't squeeze her away when the other party has just come here and has not yet established a firm foothold, it will be even harder for him to overthrow the other party as time goes by and Ding Junyi gains a firm foothold.
In the operating room, Zhang Dachuan had successfully completed the thoracotomy, exposing Chen Xiulian's entire heart to view.
A living and beating heart was completely displayed in front of everyone.
And on this heart, there is a very obvious raised lesion standing there.
Although the lesion is less than one centimeter, it is very fatal when it grows in the heart.
Seeing this scene, the faces of the doctors in both the operating room and the observation room became serious.
They knew that the next step was the most difficult part of the operation.
Li Yuwei watched this scene nervously, clenched her fists tightly, and her pretty face turned pale.
The worst outcome kept flashing through her mind, and the pressure was so intense that she could hardly breathe.
At this moment, how she hoped that all this would pass as soon as possible, that her mother's operation would be successful and that she would appear healthy in front of her.
Zhang Dachuan carefully observed the lesion on the heart, his face also very solemn.
In my mind, after eliminating dozens of treatment methods one by one, I finally came up with the most perfect method.
So, with everyone watching in shock, Zhang Dachuan handed the scalpel to his left hand and took out the silver needle that had been prepared with his right hand.
In the observation room, everyone who saw this scene was stunned.
"What's going on? What is he doing with the silver needle?"
"Does surgery require the use of silver needles? Why didn't I know?"
When Miao Zhenlin saw this, he almost laughed out loud and hummed while suppressing his laughter:
"This may be the so-called integration of traditional Chinese and Western medicine, and everyone must learn to accept it."
Even so, he was already happy in his heart.
Needless to say, just now Zhang Dachuan opened his chest with one hand, which shocked him severely, but now he took out the silver needle and made Miao Zhenlin convinced that this guy was really not a serious doctor with a professional background. .
In the operating room, Ding Junyi was also full of questions about the silver needle in Zhang Dachuan's hand.
Just as she was about to ask what he was planning to do, she saw Zhang Dachuan holding the silver needle and stabbing it steadily into the beating heart.
One, two, three.
He inserted five of them.
