Path of Medicine With a System

The wounded man's face full of muscles and exposed fascia was covered by white and white pigskin, and his smile seemed to be vaguely seen in the unobstructed blood vessels. Although the color of the oral mucosa is not as rosy as the lips, it is slightly pale, but it is much better than the blackened, scorched and rotten plastic.

"How sure are you?" Professor Li Housen stared at Zhang Fan like a child seeing a lollipop.

"Eh! It's hard to say." Zhang Fan was sure there was no problem, but he didn't want to say anything more now. Too tired, almost ten hours later, Zhang Fan felt for the first time that there was still a difference between the surgery in reality and the surgery in the system.

The light in the system is soft, but the light in reality is harsh. In a short period of time, it seems that there is not much difference. However, after ten hours of surgery, Zhang Fan's eyes were obviously blurred when he left the microscope.

Assistants, the assistants in the system don't need Zhang Fan to speak directly, as long as Zhang Fan's operation steps are correct, no matter how fast you do it, they can help you. But it doesn't work in reality. At some critical points, Zhang Fan has to explain, emphasize, and pay attention to the assistant's operation.

Energy, although the surgery in the system simulates reality, it is a simulation after all, and the consumption is still much less. In reality, standing for up to ten hours really consumes a lot.

Dazed Zhang Fan also had some palpitations at this time, and overestimated himself. This kind of surgery is not something that can be persisted with persistence. No wonder it is difficult to promote clinically, and the requirements for doctors are too high.

"Doctor Zhang, sit down for a while. Would you like some glucose?" Professor Yan Dehua is a clinician after all, and he knew that Zhang Fan had consumed a lot, so he quickly moved the high stool under his buttocks.

The tsundere professor was impressed by Zhang Fan. Although it would take eight to twelve hours to know whether there would be rejection, he knew that such a stable operation, such a delicate operation, and such a long time, he would definitely do it. Can't come down.

"Thank you. Let's have a drink. Don't dare to drink too much, and the operation is still going on." Zhang Fan said in a low tone. Dazzling, dizzy, connected together, unable to escape.

Lu Shuyan was a little bit better. Although she failed to pass the microscope, she still felt really uncomfortable after standing for ten hours. The empty stomach is like a kitten scratching. If you give her a plate of fat meat now, she probably won't feel sick anymore.

Gu Li is completely dead, sitting on the stool wobbly, after all, he is old, and the operation under the microscope for a long time makes Gu Li feel that the house is spinning.

"Adasi, I, I can't do it anymore. I can't hold on anymore." I have never operated under a microscope for so long. Although the whole process is passing things and so on, Gu Li is staring at every step of the operation, and finally The facial surgery was over, and Gu Li really couldn't hold on anymore.

She didn't dare to hold on, it was no small matter.

"Swapping, it's okay, don't worry, all the doctors in the Northwest are here. Doctor Zhang, please sit against the wall and rest for a while." Professor Li Housen said hastily, and then said to Xun Xun: "Quick, come and help me." .”

After all, Lu Shuyan was young, her sore legs could still command her, and she slowly moved off the operating table. But Gu Li couldn't do it, he was directly supported by Xun Xun and Professor Li Housen.

After getting off the operating table, Gu Li sat on the ground at once, and his already fat figure fell to the ground from a height like a lump of mud.

"I'll take a break, I'll take a rest. Lie down for a while, lie down for a while. Let me lie down for a while." The fat woman persisted until now. During the operation, she was afraid of affecting Zhang Fan, so she really gritted her teeth and persisted. There are two red marks on the side of the big eyes, which were pressed by the microscope.

Lu Shuyan and Gu Li were leaning together, they didn't look reserved like a woman, they were just two characters. But, no one laughed at them, it's just such weird big characters that are so elegant and beautiful!

"Who will come? Be an assistant to Dr. Zhang." Professor Li Housen said to the conference room outside through the fixed walkie-talkie in the operating room. The chief expert on allogeneic transplantation in the country is qualified to speak like this.

meeting room,

"I come!"

"I go!"

"I'll go." Through the walkie-talkie, many people stood up. Zhang Fan's steady approach was obvious to all. At this time, the assistant was no longer able to do it, and it was time to help out. Don't talk about other things, they decided to help in this case.

They are all big players in the industry in Northwest China, and they are really the boss but not the second. At this time, it can be regarded as a status symbol, who is on and who is not?

"There is one person from the military hospital, Director Chen from the Air Force Burn Department, and one person from the local hospital, Professor Yan Dehua from Sanchuan." Professor Li Housen directly named them.

The doctor who was not named felt a little bit disappointed. He had no choice but to rely on his strength to speak for himself.

"Okay." I went to brush my hands, and Professor Yan Dehua went out of the operating room without saying a word.

Zhang Fan closed his eyes and leaned against the wall, with his hands in the pockets of the surgical gown on his chest. With a slightly long mouth, the itinerant nurse was holding glucose, with a straw in the bottle, standing beside Zhang Fan, feeding Zhang Fan to drink. At this time, Zhang Fan had really achieved the state of kicking his legs and eating and being fed.

But even if you don’t dare to drink too much glucose, it’s just deceiving your mouth. Sugar metabolism will produce water. If you drink too much, let alone other things, you have to pee! I closed my eyes and rested for a while, and I was relieved. There are no more golden flowers in front of the eyes, and the house no longer spins.

Professor Li Housen stood by Zhang Fan's side, wanting to ask something, but seeing Zhang Fan's tired posture, he couldn't open his mouth no matter what.

"How is it now?" The leader of the armed police corps was also uneasy.

"It seems to be going well." The director of Stone City Hospital couldn't say anything.

"Hey!"

The most worrying thing is the relatives of the wounded. It's too painful, it's okay if there is no hope, I cried bitterly, and then there is no more, but now there is hope, my child still has hope.

She, who didn't believe in gods and Buddhas, knelt down at the door of the operating room. No one can stop me from getting up. She is praying, praying to the gods and Buddhas all over the sky, not asking for wealth, but only hoping that the child can survive.

Maternal love is great. No matter how long the operation took, the mother knelt on her knees for as long as her tears had dried up long ago, but the heart hanging in mid-air was always concerned about the child in the operating room.

"Are you ready?" Zhang Fan didn't open his eyes. It wasn't that he was putting on airs, nor that he was not polite, but that he could rest for a while now, and the surgery behind him was still very difficult.

"Okay. The two doctors finished brushing their hands and are putting on their surgical gowns." The itinerant nurse whispered.

"Okay!" Zhang Fan opened his eyes, and the eyes that had lost their luster returned to life.

"Dr. Zhang, my name is Yan Dehua, a doctor in the Sanchuan Burn Department. Now I am your first assistant." Professor Yan Dehua introduced himself very seriously, without a professional title or rank, and respect for nothing else.

"Doctor Zhang, my name is Chen Benqi, a doctor in the Air Force's Burn Department. Now I am your second assistant." Professor Chen Benqi also introduced himself.

"Okay, let's start. Breast transplant." Zhang Fan nodded softly.

Breast surgery is almost the same as head surgery, but compared with head plastic surgery, breast surgery is not so complicated, such as appearance, if it can be repaired, it can be repaired, and if it can’t be repaired, it can be discarded directly, and the damage can be reduced.

The skin on the chest is relatively thin, but compared to the face, there are more lymphatic vessels here. The human body is really complicated, with N functions of an organ, unknown and known, very complicated.

Step by step, fix, sew. Zhang Fan, who entered the operation state, was very calm. Almost silent throughout the whole process, Lao Yan who was in front of the microscope on the opposite side really learned a lot.

"It's too stable. It's really a pair of golden hands!" Before, Zhang Fan could only feel that Zhang Fan was very stable with the naked eye. At this time, through the microscope, Lao Yan really saw what is stable and what is precise.

There are no redundant movements, and the coordination of the hands is quite harmonious, and it is almost impossible to tell which hand is his advantageous hand. All operations are completed in one step, and there will be no redundant operations at all.

"How did you practice it!"

Although Lao Yan was amazed by Zhang Fan's operation, he is awkward now, very awkward. Zhang Fan is too independent during the operation, so it's fine if he doesn't speak, and it can be said that it is due to his personality.

But during the operation, Lao Yan is almost a second assistant, not a first assistant. In many places, an assistant was originally required to do it, such as pulling the adventitia of the blood vessel, but Zhang Fan did not. He would rather pull it with his left hand than hand it over to the old man. strict. It can almost be said that Zhang Fan would not let Lao Yan do it unless it was absolutely necessary.

Even if Lao Yan gets started, Zhang Fan has to explain, "Slow down, don't pull, just stay in this position." How many years, how many years, scald surgery, even the experts in the capital and foreign experts are not like this Instigated him.

"No one is perfect!" Thinking of Zhang Fan's superb skills and domineering character, Lao Yan was relieved, "A master, who has a temper!"

Microscopic lymphatic suture, what exactly does the lymphatic system do, this thing cannot be elaborated, there are too many functions, and there are many functions that have not been understood by research.

For now, the lymph is mainly the channel. It is not like a blood vessel, its passage is like the country's national defense highway, although it also undertakes ordinary transportation, but the most important thing is that it was born for defense and war.

For example, if a tumor or foreign body invades a certain place, many various soldier factors in the body will quickly arrive through the lymphatic channels all over the body.

This system is really like a military system. As long as it is a little bit more important, it has a node like a military station, which is the so-called lymph node.

Compared with blood vessels, lymphatic vessels are smaller and fragile. The suturing of microscopic lymph nodes is quite difficult, and many doctors often have no way to suture them perfectly. The last resort is to directly sew this stuff on relatively large veins.

The unit of blood vessel suture is mm, and the unit of lymphatic suture is um. The size can be solved. The development of the current microscope is also super powerful, but there is no way to control it by hand. With such a small unit, the involuntary shaking of human hands is directly an earthquake under the microscope, a super earthquake.

"Pliers. Monofilament nylon. Professor Yan, take out your pliers. Leave the rest to me." The blood vessels can still be pulled by Lao Yan, and Zhang Fan directly deprived Lao Yan of his rights.

"Ah! Good." Old Yan said helplessly. Zhang Fan was too stable, often, it was Lao Yan who was trembling. He knew that his level could not meet Zhang Fan's requirements.

The 18um lymph makes Zhang Fan play well. It is impossible to see that the lymph is being sutured. When the needle tip was picked, it passed through the lumen like a crispy lymphatic skin very accurately. Four needles, lymphatic anastomosis. The hemostatic clip was opened, and the lymph flowed immediately.

"Extraordinary talent!" Lao Yan looked through the microscope with both hands in surprise and admiration. He could still do this in surgery, which is really insightful.

Compared with facial surgery, although the area of ​​chest surgery is twice as large, the time is more than three hours shorter than that of facial surgery.

After the chest was over, Zhang Fan said, "Old Liu, what are the vital signs of the wounded?"

Anesthesiologist Liu Yaowen immediately said: "Stable, very stable, the body temperature began to drop slowly."

"Okay. Prepare the silica gel. Professor Li, what kind of silica gel do you use?"

"Silicone, I brought it. The nurse has already gone to get it, do you want to rest for a while?"

"Okay!" Zhang Fan didn't talk nonsense, and went back to the original stool by the wall, closed his eyes and rested.

The time was too long, seventeen hours in a row, and Zhang Fan began to feel really tired. "Give me some sugar and salt water. Glucose alone doesn't seem to be enough. It's better to warm it up. It's a bit uncomfortable to my stomach." Zhang Fan said quietly.

"Okay!" The itinerant nurse has changed twice, and the equipment nurse Baoyin can still persist. The big-breasted girl who grew up eating meat is really good in physical fitness.

Lao Yan just missed the mark, the old man is getting old. Surgery, once you are over fifty, you can't accept the old age. It's just so cruel, the time window is too short.

"Switch, I'm not going to win!" Lonely, extremely lonely. After seeing Zhang Fan's surgery, he knew what the peak is, but he couldn't reach it in his life.

The old man, with his bent and sore waist, tried to straighten up, but he just couldn't. He wanted to walk out of the operating room with some dignity, but what happened, his body was weak.

"Help me!" Professor Li Housen didn't eat much, and he didn't have any appetite at all. "what do you think?"

Outside the operating room, Professor Li Housen asked softly while supporting Professor Yan Dehua's arm.

"It shouldn't be a big problem. It's powerful. It's really powerful. You should think of a way. But this kid has a bad temper and is very domineering. Hehe!" As if thinking of something, the frustrated old man smiled. The smile is so happy.

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