The Godfather of Surgery

"Senior Brother Song is amazing!"

"It lives up to its reputation!"

"Being recognized as a genius by the Sixth Academy of Magic Capital, what else can be said."

"God-like operation."

The movement of the hand was very stable. The second blood vessel started, and each stitch was in place at one time without repetition. Just like the first one, the second blood vessel was successfully anastomosed.

Director Han had a smile on his face.

The following nerve anastomosis, tendon anastomosis, and skin suture were completed quickly for Song Zimo, just like a performance. The thumb replantation operation was completed, and then the index finger replantation began.

The blood vessels of the index finger are worse than those of the thumb. The wall of the tube is not only thinner, but also very brittle. Song Zimo carefully passed the needle through, but the position was not good. He took out the needle again, adjusted the needle tip, and pierced it again. The position was barely OK.

Song Zimo planned to let the needle enter the wall of the tube at the other end, but an accident happened—the thread that had already entered tore the wall of the blood vessel, leaving a small opening.

The hand is already very stable, and the movements are extremely gentle, but the blood vessels are still torn.

Director Han frowned, the situation was not optimistic.

This blood vessel is too thin, the wall is extremely thin, and it is completely brittle. Director Han judged that the baby should be a premature baby, and the blood vessels are immature, so this happens.

Song Zimo put down the microscope instrument, his eyes left his field of vision, he twisted his neck, adjusted a little, picked up the instrument again, and began to enter his field of vision.

Because Song Zimo didn't let Yang Ping cut the thread, Yang Ping didn't move and could only watch him do it.

The second injection failed again, Song Zimo was not reconciled, and tried the third time, but it still failed.

This is just the blood vessels of the index finger, and several other, thinner fingers can be imagined.

"It will break so softly?"

"It can't be accepted at all."

Everyone discussed carefully, and the operation was deadlocked.

Song Zimo was a little discouraged. He had practiced many times with the same kind of blood vessels, and the tail artery anastomosis of newborn mice was also easy to do. Today's condition is also very good, and he has been extremely careful with his hands.

"This is a premature baby. The blood vessels are not well developed, and the walls are thin and fragile. It's different from the blood vessels you usually receive. Song Zimo, wait for me, Yang Ping, come down and rest." Lao Han got up and prepared to take the stage in person.

After several failures, Song Zimo could no longer try, so he had to put down the equipment, leave the field of vision, put his hands in the protective bag on his chest, and wait for Director Han to come on stage to do it.

"Director, I'll try, can I?" Yang Ping applied to Director Han, very confident and sincere.

Director Han just got up and was about to brush his hands. Hearing what Yang Ping said, he stopped.

"Director, let Dr. Yang try it! He is very good at microsurgery. I saw him last time." Zhang Lin helped fight.

Director Han thought for a moment: "Okay, try it out, move slowly."

With the consent of Director Han, Yang Ping began to continue Song Zimo's unfinished surgery.

Director Han sat down, and the movement that stopped on the screen started again, but the movement was not on Song Zimo's side, but on Yang Ping's side.

The tweezers hold the adventitia, the needle carries the thread, pierces through the outer wall, passes through the inner wall, in a vertical posture, without any lateral pulling force, then penetrates through the inner wall at the other end, and finally comes out from the outer wall, the entire thread Sleek in and out, every time you go in and out, completely in the best possible position.

tie!

The tip of the needle holder, between the two threads, close to a thread, make a nice twist, and clamp the end of the thread.

A beautiful knot is made, and the two fractures are lightly and stably close together!

Hit two more! Exactly three knots.

Trimming!

Song Zimo stared at the screen and forgot to help cut the thread. Yang Ping cut the thread himself.

At the beginning of the second needle, the action is very light, and there is no need to worry about involving the blood vessel wall.

How is he so great? Song Zimo couldn't believe it.

Director Han carefully and completely read the second stitch, touched his chin, and turned his head: "Yang Ping, change positions with Song Zimo, continue-"

The microscope has two pairs of eyepieces, one for the main knife and one for the assistant. Now Yang Ping is sitting in the assistant's position. Director Han asked him to change to the main knife position, which makes the operation more comfortable and convenient.

The two switched positions and the operation continued.

The equipment nurse Su Yixuan's table is connected very smoothly. Yang Ping does not need to turn his head after each suture and knot, and the micro-scissors are delivered to the palm of his hand where he can reach.

Get the micro scissors and cut the lines.

Continue, the left-hand micro-scissors are replaced with micro-tweezers.

Song Zimo didn't know whether to participate or not, so he had no idea for a while.

The second stitch, the third stitch, the fourth stitch, the fifth stitch, the sixth stitch --

Lao Han held back the breath he was about to exhale and tried to let it out slowly.

In the operating room, there was only the sound of the anesthesia machine whirring and breathing. Tian Yuan and Fang Yan were sitting on another operating table, with their hands in the protective bags on their chests, and they also looked at the screen.

On the big screen next door, a lot of people gathered. Those young doctors and interns gathered in front of the screen.

"No, it doesn't seem like Senior Brother Song is doing it?"

"Director Han!"

Someone looked through the glass.

"Director Han didn't come, it's the new Doctor Yang."

"Is he so powerful? Even more powerful than Senior Brother Song?"

They talked quietly, not daring to make too much noise despite the wall.

Yang Ping operation, the needle distance and margin are very standard.

Whenever the last stitch of the blood vessel is anastomosed, the lumen is tightly sutured butt, if not for the circle of blue thread and the slightly everted interface, no one would think that this is a broken blood vessel.

Not a single stitch rips through the vessel wall, and not a single stitch needs to be repeated.

The various dissatisfactions in Song Zimo's heart at this time, like dark clouds after the rain, began to slowly dissipate, replaced by natural surprise, which he could not do.

Is this what you call genius? Is this the real genius in this world? Song Zimo had always thought that he was a genius, but now he realized that he was just a pseudo-genius, just a little more powerful than ordinary people.

Song Zimo was trained in microsurgery when he was studying for a master's degree. He received 100 mouse tails. The survival rate was 100%, and the speed was also the fastest among the doctors who participated in the training at that time.

He independently completed the first case of severed finger replantation, which reached the average level of the Hand Surgery Department of the Sixth Hospital of the Magic Capital at that time, and survived smoothly.

At this moment, Director Han gave up his idea of ​​taking the stage, bent his index finger, and tapped lightly on his thigh, very rhythmically.