Zhou Congwen was the only one on the operating table, who pulled the hook and clamped it by himself. The techniques were not very proficient and slightly awkward.

Although the surgeon's prediction is extremely accurate, Chen Houkun always feels that his surgical process has an indescribable... awkward and complex sense of contradiction.

Director Wang is right. This young doctor has never been in charge of the knife at all. The inconsistency can be seen in many details of the movements.

But he could make more difficult predictions. Chen Houkun knew very well that if he wanted to make predictions, he had to have rich experience.

Awkward techniques, rich experience...

How is this possible? The action just now should be a coincidence.

It turned out that it was really his own illusion. He thought to himself. If he couldn't even open his chest, would he still want to dig him into a sophomore year in medical care?

Professor Chen was thinking about it while watching the operation, and his eyelids suddenly jumped again.

After ligating the previous blood vessel, the patterned forceps fell on the next small artery like a living thing.

The small arteries between the skin pores are hard to see. The moment the forceps "pull" the arteries out of the fascia, Professor Chen's eyes straightened.

How is this possible!

Hallucination must be hallucinations!

The two-handle forceps were clamped, cut off, ligated, and the operation was carried out in an orderly manner.

The third one...

The fourth one...

Professor Chen was stunned. Li Qinghua behind him didn't know how to describe the little doctor's surgery.

The chest opening is 300ml of blood, which is inevitable for anyone, and it is based on the surgeon's quick eyes and hands, and there is no bleeding in a small artery for ten minutes.

However, the surgeon ligated all the small arteries that could be ligated in advance, and the operation area was clean. Only one sterile gauze was used, but it was not covered with blood...

What a new young rookie who has just come into contact with surgery?!

Can I do this by myself when I go on stage?

The answer is yes, certainly not.

However, it can be seen that the craftsman is a little unfamiliar with his skills. It is a bit too much to say that he is not proficient in it. It is definitely not the way an old doctor does.

The two contradictory ideas are intertwined, and both Li Qinghua and Professor Chen are a little dazed.

Wang Chengfa was also very confused.

He had never let Zhou Congwen go to surgery, and Wang Chengfa was sure of this, so he had less doubts and entanglements than others.

But how could Zhou Congwen do this!

The more I looked at the operation, the more gloomy Wang Chengfa's face became.

Zhou Congwen has long been used to minimally invasive surgery in the future, and the procedure in 2002 was really rough.

But there was no way. While overcoming the problem of not being able to keep up with his eyes, he tried to minimize bleeding and continued the operation step by step.

When I opened my chest, a bloody smell came to my nose.

Zhou Congwen frowned.

At the moment just now, the light of the shadowless lamp and the smell of blood were mixed with the unique smell of the human internal organs, and he couldn't help but feel a little dazed.

Have you been reborn? Why do you have to stand on the operating table for emergency rescue after rebirth?

Countless questions emerge in my mind.

The snoring sound from the attraction came in my ears. Zhou Congwen smiled slightly and stopped thinking about what was there.

The patient is right in front of you, and can you not have surgery? You can’t think too much about some things, otherwise you won’t have a long time.

There were 8 ribs on the left side, and there was congestion and edema of the upper and lower lobes of the left lung. There was a 4m-long opening in the lower section of the upper lobe. It was probably caused by the break of the rib fracture.

There were many other small holes. Zhou Congwen only took a look and then used the appendix hook to open up a surgical space for himself.

"Round needle, line No. 4." Zhou Congwen said in a deep voice.

"Wait a minute!" Wang Chengfa stopped Zhou Congwen, "Will you? Suture the internal organs is not something that you, a young doctor who has not undergone surgery, can do."

Zhou Congwen loosened the hook of the appendix and changed to a comfortable position to relax the right hip joint as much as possible to relieve fatigue on the platform.

"Okay." Zhou Congwen did not argue, but answered simply.

Professor Chen sighed in his heart, and he liked the young man in front of him more and more.

Although his surgery was very...contradictory and could not see clearly from his own perspective, he had never performed a single surgery and could do it with a sharp look with a knife. Isn't this talent? What is it?!

And he is so honest, he is indeed a good assistant...

Before Professor Chen's thought flashed, Zhou Congwen narrowed his eyes and looked at Wang Chengfa, "The patient still has bleeding, and there is probably an artery rupture in the lungs. I will write down all your opinions from Director Wang in the surgical record. Please ask Director, do you have any instructions?"

Come again!

What's the matter again!

Wang Chengfa ran away on the spot and almost exploded directly.

I am paralyzed and I just don’t let you sew the lung lobes. Is this wrong?

He knew very well what Zhou Congwen was going to write in the surgical record because Director Wang Chengfa was unable to come on stage because he was unable to drink too much alcohol.

Is he a little doctor like this?

Wang Chengfa used blood all over his head and rushed to the top of his head with anger.

"Let's sew it first. It's really difficult, and there is not even a person who can match the station. Alas, it's like this when the hospital was built, and there's no good idea." Professor Chen persuaded.

Instead of thinking about it in a tit-for-tat way, he imagined Zhou Congwen as a harmless, honest, young doctor.

Wang Chengfa frowned, and he really wanted to beat Zhou Congwen! Then he kicked him to the farm to feed the rabbit.

"Director Wang? Should I try to sew or wait?" Zhou Congwen asked lightly.

Wang Chengfa felt uncomfortable as if he had eaten a fly.

His eyelids drooped and he said coldly, "You try."

"Okay." Zhou Congwen twisted the screws of the automatic chest opening device twice, trying to open the chest cavity and expose the surgical field.

The right appendix hook exposed the lung rupture, and the left hand stretched to the patient's leg.

The equipment nurse was a little confused. After a few seconds, she held the needle and clamped the large round needle. The No. 4 line was slapped in Zhou Congwen's hand.

There is almost no angle, the posture is very awkward, and the needle in the left hand is held... Professor Chen felt that there is no need to try it. He drank less alcohol himself, and although he could not do some invasive operations, the hook was still OK.

"Wait a minute, I'll go on stage." Professor Chen and Zhou Congwen said.

"Oh, okay, thank you Professor Chen." Zhou Congwen narrowed his eyes and smiled, waiting for Professor Chen to come on stage?

It doesn't exist at all.

He held the needle holder in his left hand and changed his wrist slightly to a certain angle, and the round needle penetrated deeply into the wound of the lungs.

Professor Chen's eyelids kept jumping, and he couldn't stop it.

The word "8" is sutured, threading the needle, even if the posture is awkward, even if there is no assistant, the large round needle clamped by the needle holder still walks around the wound in the lungs as if it is intelligent.

Zhou Congwen signaled the nurse to accept the appendix hook, help him with his hands, and then began to tie the knot.

After practicing knotting for a few days, I was very skilled in tying surgical knots and was free. I pressed my right index finger deeply, and the blood-stained acrylic lines rubbed against each other and made a creaking sound.

No need to watch, this section is sturdy enough, and the feel tells Zhou Congwen what happened where his eyes cannot see.

Zhou Congwen did not ask for thread scissors, but carried Line 7 to "pull" his lungs, watching the damage to the lungs left and right.

Everyone stopped talking, and only the ventilator and monitor were ticking in the operating room.

Can you be so skilled when you change yourself?

Everyone is asking themselves such a "heart-killing" question.
Chapter completed!