Chapter 463： Surgeon (1/2)

Professor Huang attaches as much importance to closing the abdomen as the operation itself.

When Ling Ran went to change his gloves, he stood beside the operating table with a willingness to help.

Even if Lu Wenbin and others have some special pursuits, no one is arrogant enough to let the professor of medicine be an assistant to himself.

Therefore, until Ling Ran returned, the progress of closing the abdomen was stalled.

However, both inside and outside the operating room, whether it's a doctor or a patient's family, the mood is stable.

Family members even have more time to understand the current state of surgery.

”Officially closing the abdomen ... hey, it's oily again.” As soon as Ling Ran's new gloves entered the battle, he wiped his hands with oil, making him sigh.

Professor Huang coughed and asked, ”Would you like to check the inside of the abdominal cavity again?”

”Any questions?” Ling Ran looked up at Professor Huang.

”There are no doubts, but the operation time is still short and there is plenty of time.” Professor Huang was indeed worried. Although Ling Ran had done this before, but it was really too careful to perform surgery on Mei Lao.

Ling Ran didn't object, and asked, ”Then check, you do it.”

Some of the instruments used in the intraoperative examination are very professional. They often need the help of doctors in the imaging department. Ling Ran does not operate and is not necessary.

If this kind of examination requires the attending doctor, the assistants can go to sell meat.

Taking advantage of the inspection gap, Professor Huang came to Ling Ran and whispered, ”You need to be more beautiful when you close the belly.”

”Okay.” Ling Ran did not object to such a request.

On the other hand, closing the belly for big fat people is also more interesting in itself.

For patients of ordinary size, the process of closing the abdomen is standardized. However, it is not so simple for a fat man to close his abdomen.

Fat is sutured impatiently.

If you want to stitch ordinary people, make dense stitches, and the liquefaction of fat stands out in minutes to express the sense of existence.

But if it is not meticulously sutured, once the dead space is formed, it is a complicated infection, and the medicine or something feels like a whole round.

Ling Ran didn't often have the opportunity to meet fat patients like Mei Lao. The master-class intermittent suture was transported and it was enough.

It feels like a particularly difficult suture task.

Professor Huang watched for a while, and secretly relieved.

After the successful operation, what he was most worried about was the prognosis, especially the prognosis in the eyes of the Mei family.

The healing of the liver in the abdominal cavity belongs to the doctors. What changes and developments are not visible to the patients and their families. Most of the time, they can accept doctor-type rational explanations.

However, the healing of the incision on the stomach is a small but elite prognosis.

It is said to be small because most of the time, the healing of the incision is not important. It does not matter whether it is two days early or two days late.

But when everyone can see it and stare at it, it becomes a collection of problems.

If the wound is infected or the fat is liquefied, Professor Huang is very doubtful whether the Mei family will be very reasonable.

Of course, if the overall condition of the operation is good, there are some small flaws that are easy to understand, however, discounts on credit are inevitable.

Hepatectomy is so good. If it is discounted due to the problem of fat liquefaction, it will be a little uncomfortable. Professor Huang reminded Ling Ran in particular.

As a doctor, he does not think that small doctors such as Lu Wenbin have the ability to avoid lightning.

If you don't hit the bullet directly, you are lucky.

”Don't worry, take your time, the surgery is over, and the ending is pretty.” Professor Huang spoke, right-footed his hook, and got a round stool from somewhere.

Su Jiafu, who was busy adjusting the dose of the anesthetic, looked back, his eyes were about to burst.

”Professor Huang? You don't want to continue the operation?” Su Jiafu's eyes were staring at Professor Huang's Majesty, and he wished to immediately jump up and take him off ...