The data Zhou Congwen said was detailed and involved "unpopular" disciplines such as pathophysiology. All the medical staff present were dumbfounded.

There are pathophysiology in college and college courses, but for students it is just a course with no sense of existence.

After entering the clinic, pathophysiology and knowledge can be rarely used.

Now Zhou Congwen said that no one knows how much impact type 2 diabetes on surgery. As for the data in the literature he mentioned, everyone is even more unfamiliar with it.

Zhang You stood behind Chen Houkun and looked at Zhou Congwen deeply.

Chen Houkun was silent, without saying a word, and began to sew according to Zhou Congwen's opinion.

"Wen..." Zhou Congwen said a word and then closed his mouth.

"Doctor Zhou, what did you say?" the instrument nurse asked in confusion.

"I coughed a little." Zhou Congwen narrowed his eyes and looked at the equipment nurse, and passed over what he had just said.

"Is that true?"

Zhou Congwen stopped talking and continued to hold the mirror, allowing Professor Chen to stitch it smoothly.

If it is to stop bleeding, the operation can do this step. Next, let the nurse prepare warm saline water to rinse the chest and then close the chest.

The patient's vital signs are stable and he can step down alive. Zhou Congwen's task of saving the Taiwan is completed.

But when Zhou Congwen was about to warm saline, he suddenly realized that if the operation went smoothly and seamlessly connected, the people from the Second Hospital of Medical University would not give him a chance to remove the heart cyst.

The patient's postoperative survival is limited only after stopping hemostatic and his heart cyst is not moving. The operation in front of him is just an emergency surgery to stop bleeding.

So Zhou Congwen decided to drag it out to see if he could have ten minutes to remove the pericardial cyst.

Everyone's attention in the operating room was tied to Chen Houkun's sewing. Just now, Zhou Congwen's thoughts changed instantly, but no one noticed it.

Chen Houkun's laparoscopy is quite good. Although there are some minor problems with sewing, it is not a big problem and it is completed smoothly.

But after all, it was not a direct-eye operation. Chen Houkun took less than 10 minutes to finish the sewing.

After the three insurances, Professor Chen took a look at the ECG monitoring. Although his blood pressure has not increased significantly, it has not continued to decline. His mood has stabilized a lot.

Turn off the faucet and then continuously release the water in, the patient will most likely be able to survive.

"Professor Chen, are you going to close your chest or not..." Zhou Congwen asked.

Of course it's just a chest shut, why not?!

Chen Houkun was a little surprised. He frowned and looked at Zhou Congwen, "Xiao Zhou, do you think there is anything wrong with it?"

He asked with caution and a little respect.

"It will take at least 10 minutes to prepare warm saline. Let's take this time to treat the pericardial cyst?"

"..." Chen Houkun was stunned.

Stop when you see it well, what does it mean to stop when you see it well!

The patient showed a pericardial cyst on B-ultrasound and CT, so he had symptoms such as fever, right pleural effusion and other symptoms. This emergency emergency, traceable to the root cause, was also caused by pericardial cyst.

The purpose of the surgery is to stop bleeding. Pericardial cysts should be treated within 10 minutes of preparing warm saline? Is this appropriate?

"Xiao Zhou, can I finish it in 10 minutes?" Chen Houkun felt that it was not easy to save Zhou Congwen's face in public, so he pretended not to know how to ask.

"Look at it and see, it's up to 10 minutes. If the warm salt water doesn't work, it's fine. After all, the patient is old, and the shorter the anesthesia time, the better it will be for the subsequent recovery." Zhou Congwen didn't insist, and he kept talking about the number of 10 minutes.
Chapter completed!