648 Walnut Cake-like Blood Vessels (2/2)

Zhu Tongyi instantly narrowed his eyes.

When it came to age, Zhu Tongyi was even seven to eight years older than Feng Zhixiang. If they were all compared as foodies, the number of times Foodie Zhu Tongyi ate pork aorta was 7,665 times more than Feng Zhixiang.

Although it was true that an orthopedist would not be as surprised by this as compared to those from the General Surgery Department, but their understanding of blood vessels was similar. Similarly, using foodies as a metaphor, Feng Zhixiang may be more familiar with the beef tripe, but not with a pork aorta.

Zhu Tongyi smiled a little, lifted the forceps, squeezed it twice in the air, and suddenly swung it down to gently pinched that vessel piece. After making a show of looking at it in the air, he put it back.

Then, Zhu Tongyi gave up his position.

”What kind of charades are you guys playing?” The assistant lecturer from Beijing University Sixth Hospital's Department of Hepatobiliary and Pancreatic Surgery had long been unable to hold back his desire to look at the vessel piece, he unhappily picked up the forceps and poked while complaining.

When the forceps touched it, the blood vessel piece shattered!

The assistant lecturer's expression was as such: O_O

Zhu Tongyi and Feng Zhixiang chuckled at the same time, ”Hehehehehe…”

Associate Hospital Director Wang was not tactless enough to laugh at his own doctors from his hospital, but the corner of his mouth also curled upwards.

”What on earth are these blood vessels...” The assistant lecturer had somewhat come to an understanding of the situation, and he felt rather embarrassed.

”Walnut cake-like blood vessels.” Feng Zhixiang snickered and said, ”I just named it, what do you think?”

”If a walnut cake was cut to the point that it is semi-transparent, it would probably feel like this.” Zhu Tongyi agreed.

The doctors in the visitation room finally understood as they each took a pair of forceps and came around to observe the vessel piece.

The vessel pieces that were the size of half a thumb were crushed into pieces in minutes.

When they no longer had any vessel pieces to pick up, the atmosphere in the visitation room became inexplicably solemn.

”Are Academician Du's blood vessels so brittle? How can we perform the surgery?”

”Not all of them are as brittle.”

”They're almost the same. Besides, if this part is already at this level, even if it's soft, it could not be any softer than this.”

The junior doctors did not feel too stressed about the situation, and they could not help but start discussing in whispers.

However, the high-ranking doctors present still did not speak.

Facing brittle blood vessels was a basic skill for surgeons.

Feng Zhixiang had deliberately clamped down and picked up the vessel piece, and Zhu Tongyi also did the same because they were comparing their basic skills. Associate Hospital Director Wang did not dare to pick it up. Compared to the associate lecturer who broke the vessel piece, he was at least one level higher than him in terms of skill level.

However, regardless of whether it was Feng Zhixiang or Zhu Tongyi, they all understood that while they can pick up the blood vessel piece, that did not mean that they can properly handle it.

When they watched Ling Ran's operation, the walnut cake-like blood vessel seemed to be no different from a normal blood vessel in his hands.

And this can be said to be the biggest difference between surgeons.

Basic skills such as this were basically not much of a concern by many junior doctors. However, when they reached the age of an assistant lecturer or lecturer, it would be impossible for them to practice even if they wanted to.

Take, for example, Yun Hua Hospital's Hand Surgery Department, the reason why it was at the top of the discipline for many years could not be separated from their practice room. Young doctors would use the tail of a mouse to practice vascular sutures. It can be said that the level a person would be during his middle ages would not increase too much from how the person was trained during his younger days.

A doctor who can suture a large blood vessel, a doctor who can perform a fine suture on a small blood vessel, and a doctor who can suture a mouse tail were the three types of doctors.

As for suturing a walnut cake-like blood vessels? This basic skill was unthinkable to everyone.

”He's going to remove it,” a young doctor whispered.

Feng Zhixiang and the others looked up naturally and looked at the screen.

They saw Ling Ran casually lift the round ligament, flip the liver, as usual, perform vascular ligation, as usual, perform blood vessel disconnection, as usual... and everything else as usual.

But in the visitation room, none of the doctors were as calm as usual.