Chapter 604： There is no location on the platform.

The Shei people pulled the instrument cart toward the operating table, which was filled with the required equipment and could be obtained by reaching out.

She glanced at Zheng Ren, did not speak, and then walked out of the operating room with Chu.

If there is no need, similar to Zheng Ren’s first emergency TIPS operation, the fewer people eating the line, the better.

Nurses and numbs can avoid the line, but the doctor can't.

Originally, Wang Liren and Dr. Han could not come up, but after all, they have already come to Haicheng. The first emergency rescue will be on the wall, and they will not be able to pass.

Zheng Ren opened the puncture kit and began to perform femoral artery puncture.

The patient has lost consciousness, and even if it is not needed, it saves tens of seconds.

At the nail, the guide wire enters and begins to step on the line.

"The liver is eight segments, three arteries are ruptured, 3, 4, and 8 o'clock." Zheng Ren Shen said.

Wang Liren looked at the position of the liver in eight sections, a vague, full of blood seepage, where to find three blood vessels that bleed?

What else is 3, 4, and 8, is this a slang?

On the other side, Su Yun has opened his chest. He is alone, using an automatic hook to open the chest wall, and concentrates on it. Zheng Ren’s words did not hear him.

Wang Zong is sitting on the wax...

At 912, I have not seen such a procedure in the top three-level hospitals in the country.

Wearing a lead coat, come in and eat the line, the key is to yourself... I don’t know what to do.

After Zheng Ren finished, see Wang’s eyes full of eagerness to look at himself, open the pager, and shouted: "Fully! How come!"

"Boss, boss, I am coming, come!" Professor Rudolf Wagner did not go to the operation room, but directly took the lead and brushed his hand and walked in from another passage.

He took the time to prepare for the stage, because the professor learned through this period of time that Zheng Renping had a temperate temperature, but on the operating table, there is definitely a kingly demeanor.

"Fortunately, I didn't go back. I also thought about finding a bar to have a good meal at night." The professor wore clothes at the fastest speed and kept groaning in his mouth.

"To angiography." Zheng Ren stopped stepping on the line, panning, and smashed Wang Liren, who had just stood at the position of the surgeon.

The action was a bit rough, and Wang also stunned. Could it be that Zheng was angry?

He moved to the patient's head, but was immediately squeezed by Su Yun.

MD, a hospitalized general of the Tang Emperor, in Haicheng, there is no place on the operating table!

Wang Liren put his hand on his chest and pressed it tightly with Zheng Ren's shoulder. He turned around and twisted around to the position of the second aid.

Dr. Han, who is in the opposite position, is stupid.

The style of Haicheng is really rude. I have never seen it before, and I have never seen a typhoon on the operating table.

"You go to the opposite side." Zheng Ren reached out and picked up a small bend to start looking for the location of the bleeding just after the eight-section angiography. "Who, you go to help Su Yun."

Dr. Han cried, not because Zheng Ren did not remember his name, and who he was.

But I am a doctor of general surgery. I am going to be a hospitalized person at 912 Hospital. Is it going to do chest surgery?

Wang always went to the opposite side and stood in a helping position.

Zheng Ren separated the broken liver with his left hand, and the right hand hemostat pliers had been clamped inside.

"Attractor, ligation."

"Oh."

President Wang quickly picked up the aspirator inserted in the abdominal cavity and went to the blood of the surgical field.

"Aspirator sets are taken off." In Zheng Ren's tone, it is rare to be slightly impatient.

Wang Liren was sweating... After he came to power, he found that he was not familiar with the surgery that Zheng Ren did. The whole person was in a state of squad and he even forgot about it.

The suction device is worn to **** the blood in the abdominal cavity to avoid being blocked by blood clots.

But with the set, there is no way to accurately **** the blood from the surgery area.

This common sense...Khan... What is this doing? !

He shy for 0.1 seconds, immediately concentrated, began to **** the blood near the eight segments of the liver, then clipped a 4# line with a pattern pliers and probed in.

As for how Zheng Ren found the blood vessels, and he was confident that he was going to be ligated, Wang Liren had no mood and no time to ponder.

Going all out and still can't keep up with Zheng Ren's rhythm, let alone go away.

Ligation, cutting.

Looking for it again, Zheng Ren’s hemostatic forceps quickly found the bleeding points of the three small arteries, and then ligated one by one. Then he had a large round needle and a 7# line, which was slightly wild and rough and directly sewed the rupture point of the liver.

When suturing the eight segments of the liver, Professor Rudolf Wagner began to step on the line and angiography.

Just enter a small amount of contrast agent and you can see it.

"Boss, six paragraphs, two bleeding points. 3 points in the liver surface, 15 ° lower." Professor said.

Zheng Ren did not speak, the hemostatic forceps in his hand separated the position of the six segments of the liver, and the clamps stopped bleeding.

Wang Liren looked silly.

It is no wonder that when he said that he could have surgery, Zheng did not speak.

What is the 3 point direction, 15° below, what is this position?

He looked at the surgery area, which was in the blind spot of the field of vision, only the surgeon could see it. However, Wang Liren judged the bleeding point by the position of the hemostatic forceps.

In contrast to the professor's words, Wang Liren probably judged the meaning of the communication between the two.

This is another level of communication. After Wang Liren wants to understand, he only feels incredible.

"啪~" Hemostasis beats on the aspirator.

The crisp sound awakened Wang Liren ligation. Zheng Ren said faintly.

Uh... I missed it, and my hand was a little slower, and I said something special.

President Wang never thought that he was able to travel in the capital, and he came to Haicheng.

He immediately picked up a 4# line with a pattern pliers and handed it to Zheng Ren.

Can not think about it, must follow the thoughts of General Zheng, can not delay the operation.

Wang Liren repeatedly warned himself.

The professor continually angiographically gives an accurate location of the bleeding. Zheng Ren is like a TIPS operation, and the three-dimensional structure of the patient's liver appears in his mind.

At this point, the cooperation between Zheng Ren and Professor Rudolf Wagner has been very tacit. This kind of proficiency is the innumerable study of the patient's liver nuclear magnetic dispersion film, and the discussion and establishment of the exchange, Wang Liren even if the general surgery is so high, can not be realized for a while.

Watching the broken liver be stitched a little bit, Wang Liren was surprised and surprised.

But he didn't dare to think about anything. He just looked at it carefully. He wanted to look at it all in his eyes, remember it, and go back and study it.

Eight sections of the liver were superselected and angiographically completed. The ligation of the ligation, the suture of the suture, and a broken liver that could not be seen were barely patched.

"Well, let's go down, rich and precious." After sewing the last shot, Zheng Rendao.

"Yeah." The professor replied crisply, taking out the guidewire catheter, and partial compression to stop bleeding, because the patient's blood pressure... is not at all.

Wang Liren took a look at the time and sutured a liver that only looked at it all in his own eyes. It took less than twenty minutes.

This is too fast.