"Zhou Congwen, the stage is on!" the tour nurse shouted.

Zhou Congwen walked back to the surgery room of thoracic surgery.

Wang Qiang has installed the handrail and headrail, and the patient is lying on the operating table, and the anesthesiologist is anesthesia.

A little transparent three-assister didn't even have the chance to sew on stage, and knotting knots was considered a chance to "reward" to himself. Zhou Congwen was not patient and perfunctory, and would not please Wang Chengfa and Wang Qiang.

He had no intention of helping. In Zhou Congwen's consciousness, he still needed four people to have esophageal cancer, which was simply a sign of incompetence.

Now there are three people in China, and two people abroad have esophageal cancer. It will take many years before the domestic technical level can catch up with foreign countries. However, after that time node, the doctors who perform demonstration operations are mainly domestic doctors. After all, the patient base is here, and domestic doctors are more adept.

Disinfection, laying the list, and taking their own positions. Wang Chengfa stood in the position of the craftsman and cut his blood down with one knife.

Press the sterile gauze to stop bleeding a little bit.

The operation... I was so tired when I looked at it, Zhou Congwen sighed deeply.

Misuke had no stolen fish, so he simply fished on the stage.

But here is the level, although the art of the art cannot be seen, Zhou Congwen can still guess the progress of the operation from the postures of Wang Chengfa and Wang Qiang.

After 1 hour, the bleeding was about 350ml, and the chest cavity was finally opened.

When it was time to remove the ribs again, Zhou Congwen was particularly helpless. In 2002, the ribs had to be removed, otherwise the surgery would not be large enough and the operation would not be completed at all.

Not to mention the surgery of the Leonardo da Vinci robot, it is impossible to compare even with minimally invasive surgery such as thoracoscopy. The patient loses too much rib removal and has too much damage.

Alas, the medical level in 2002 was really unsightly, Zhou Congwen thought to himself. Especially this is a waste, Zhou Congwen is difficult to accept.

Three hours later, the esophageal cancer was removed, and the stomach was severely removed and pulled up to match the remaining esophagus. Although the operation was slow, there was no major problem, so Zhou Congwen ignored it.

"Rinse hydrogen peroxide." Wang Cheng said in a muffled voice.

The tour nurse opened a bottle of hydrogen peroxide, rinsed the bottle mouth, and poured the hydrogen peroxide into a sterile basin.

The sounds of squeaking come one after another. Hydrogen peroxide will be eliminated in a few years because there are many complications.

But in general, it is still a relatively good disinfection method. After all, the sterility level of the operating room in 2002 and the quality of medical staff were far inferior to that in the future.

For example, the operating room is not a laminar effusion room now.

Zhou Congwen still remembers that a fly was found in the operating room of the hospital during his internship.

If this happens twenty years later, the director of the anesthesiology department and the head nurse in the operating room will be beaten to the end.

With this condition now, the medical level is constantly improving, whether it is software or hardware.

Otherwise, why did Zhang Juzheng die after undergoing hemorrhoid surgery? He didn't write a serious sentence in history books.

If it were the present, such a person who was extremely awesome in history would definitely not have died so ignorantly.

Zhou Congwen was thinking randomly while watching Wang Chengfa and Wang Yong's actions.

Shen Lang stood opposite, his eyes closed unknowingly, and began to doze off.

The operation time is too long, and as a small transparent person, it is impossible to concentrate for a long time. It is normal to doze off, as long as the surgery area is not contaminated.

Suck the rinsed hydrogen peroxide and start checking for active bleeding.

At this point in the operation, the nurses and anesthesiologists in the operating room breathed a sigh of relief, and the atmosphere obviously relaxed.

The operation is bright, and after work today, you can go home for dinner, watch TV, and play games. Who is unhappy?

"Director Wang, the sword is not old." The nurse in the tour was in a good mood. She didn't mind patting Wang Cheng's flattery and conveying joy.

"Who am I?" Wang Chengfa's sterile mask moved, and it was obvious that he was squeaking his lips proudly.

"I thought I had to go until the afternoon. It ended very quickly, much better than the general surgery department. I heard that Lao Yu had an emergency surgery until dawn last night, which made our night shift nurses exhausted."

"Oh? Lao Yu is of good quality, what kind of surgery?"

"I said I had eaten three bags of glutinous rice cakes, but I couldn't digest them. The glutinous rice cakes were blocked in the intestines and caused intestinal necrosis."

"I'm going, are you so greedy?"

Seeing that the operation was about to be finished, the nurse in the circuit brought a small round stool to the nurse under his butt, allowing the nurse in the instrument who had been standing for several hours to rest.

She turned and sat on a white square stool in the corner.

This stool was made by the ophthalmologist himself, and the nickname is Bailongma.

Riding on the white dragon horse, the nurse in the tour sighed, "I don't know what young people are thinking nowadays, why are they so greedy? I heard that the intestines were cut by 1.5 meters, and the child was only 22 years old. What can I do in the future?"

"Who made him greedy? If the old society had died directly, how could he have surgery?" Wang Chengfa moved his mask and said contemptuously.

"This is not the main thing. The anesthesiologist sent the patient back, and the bed next door asked what the disease was, guess what he said?"

"Hmm? What did you say?"

"The man actually asked what brand of glutinous rice cakes it was so delicious that they could eat three bags at one go. The man was not afraid and had to buy them to try them."

"..." Zhou Congwen was silent.

A hundred kinds of rice feeds a hundred kinds of people. The hospital is a big window that can be met by anyone.

However, the patient mentioned by the tour nurse was a bit too much, and she was still thinking about asking about the brand of glutinous rice cakes.

"You're greedy, you're all the problems you get from eating." Wang Chengfa said contemptuously.

"Lao Wang, don't talk about others, just say you are drinking, do you dare to quit?" asked the nurse on the tour.

"What do you know? Why do you say that it is delicious and spicy?"

Speaking of drinking, Wang Chengfa was full of enthusiasm, and his tone became a little lighter.

"Will you be alive if you don't drink? What's the difference between being dead?"

"If you die, take a wine jar to marinate you. It will be so disgusting... It's so disgusting." The nurse in the tour was also a little disgusting when she thought of that kind of scene.

Wang Chengfa didn't care, "Remember to pickle with Maotai."

"Master, look at you. Just your body is probably still strong if I die." Wang Qiang immediately followed.

Wang Chengfa laughed loudly, and before the laughter ended, the monitor suddenly sounded an alarm.

The sound was very sudden, and no one chatted again in an instant. A few eyes turned to stare at the numbers on the monitor.

Blood oxygen saturation is 83%, heart rate is 178 beats per minute!

A cool air arose from Zhou Congwen's heel and rushed straight to the back of his head.

Mom is in trouble!

Wang Chengfa frowned at the numbers on the ECG monitoring, "Is the electrode film not safe?"

"It's air embolization." Zhou Congwen said in a deep voice.
Chapter completed!