Chapter 57 - The Demon In Sea City (1/2)

[I’m speechless. G.o.d, are you accepting any disciples?]

[Which hospital is the G.o.d working at? I can’t fight the urge to further my studies anymore.]

[My fifty-meter surgical sword is craving blood. I’m going to surgery now. Wait for my good news, everyone.]

The live broadcast room in Xinglin Garden was barraged with ‘666’.

The subsequent procedures were nothing new as they were similar to surgical wound closures in open surgeries. The battle would be over in two to three minutes.

Only a few viewers stared at the operation on the screen in distress. They were veterans of this live broadcast room who had witnessed this surgeon’s idea of using protein-based surgical glue to close the subcutaneous layer, and were worried about missing any details in this surgery.

However, the following surgical steps were plain and simple, pure textbook, with no additional moves.

If they had to pick out a difference, it was that the host surgeon was very stable in his manipulation, and every step was done clearly and purposefully.

The host surgeon had actually finished a surgery with a difficulty level of 9.5 without making any mistake, and many viewers failed to grasp what had just transpired.

Of the attending doctors and deputy senior consultants, who had performed dozens or more surgeries so far, only a few of them could understand the essential steps of this operation.

“He didn’t even have an a.s.sistant. Who was the camera holder just now?” mumbled the perplexed Chief Surgeon Liu who was shutting his eyes tightly to avoid watching Zheng Ren’s surgery for a split second further.

The camera holder was basically a surgical a.s.sistant whose job was to ensure a clear operative view by holding the laparoscope. It was the same as a surgical a.s.sistant holding the retractor in open surgery, but a camera holder was much more important in comparison.

If a surgical a.s.sistant was unavailable, a self-retaining retractor could at least be used.

However, a laparoscope could not be fixed, and if the camera holder was unable to keep up with the surgeon’s pace, the operative process would be affected.

Chief Surgeon Liu was unable to come up with an explanation despite racking his brain. How was Zheng Ren able to finish a laparoscopic cholecystectomy in less than twenty minutes when he did not even have an a.s.sistant?

Cen Meng was momentarily stunned after listening to Chief Surgeon Liu’s mumble. Then, he took out his phone and sent a WeChat message.

He received a reply shortly.

Cen Meng smiled bitterly upon reading the message. In the absence of a surgical a.s.sistant, the camera holder turned out to be a scrub nurse—Xie Yiren…

He finished a laparoscopic cholecystectomy just like that?

Yes, that was it.

Zheng Ren began suturing the surgical wounds. Even though the three incisions were less than one centimeter each, he still had the habit of using absorbable sutures to close the wounds with the running subcuticular suture technique.

“Chief Zheng, do you have obsessive-compulsive disorder?” Xie Yiren had begun tidying up the surgical instruments and, upon noticing it, found Zheng Ren’s choice of wound closure funny.

A reverse cutting needle with a size seven or four suture thread was more than enough to suture this sort of incision, but Zheng Ren was willing to spend more time to perform a running subcuticular suture technique instead.

“Haha, I want to do everything perfectly,” replied Zheng Ren with a smile.

The surgery progress bar on the upper right corner of his vision reached 100 percent after the last surgical wound was sutured.

Zheng Ren was satisfied.

The intensive training in the System’s operating theater had proven to be very effective.

Zheng Ren was aware of the difficulty of this surgery, but he had performed more than a hundred cholecystectomies with similar difficulty levels in the System.

Practice made perfect—that was the moral of the story.

At the end of the operation, the patient woke from his general anesthesia. Patient transfer was initiated and the resected gallbladder was sent to pathology.

The patient’s family member was sitting on a hard plastic bench outside the operating theater, visibly anxious and restless.

One of his cla.s.smates led a group in a Cla.s.s Three Grade A Hospital in Imperial Capital, but they had recently fallen off contacting each other. Would it be inappropriate to seek him out only when trouble arose? After hesitating for a few seconds, he opened WeChat on his phone and started consulting his cla.s.smate.

Soon, he received a response—It was very difficult to perform surgery on this type of cholecyst.i.tis, especially when the B-scan report showed a severely edematous gallbladder wall, indicating that it had been inflamed for a few days.

His heart sank immediately.

“It can’t be helped. That’s the most common complication of acute toxic liver injury, and antibiotics can’t prevent this occurrence either. I once encountered a patient whose liver was badly damaged due to pesticide consumption and was on conservative treatment with antibiotics. In the end, he developed fungal infection complicated with cholecyst.i.tis,” his cla.s.smate shared.

It was framed as advice but just made the man’s heart sink deeper into the ground.

“You should have told me earlier and sent your father here; the success rate of the surgery will be at least 30 percent higher. This sort of surgery requires patience to lyse the adhesions. It’ll take at least three hours to complete the surgery, and that doesn’t even include the time taken for anesthesia to take effect and wear off. All things considered, the surgery will require at least four to five hours to complete, so don’t worry.”

He felt stabbed again.