Chapter 953: Can You Be More Rustic

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

“Can I choose?” Su Yun asked.

“I bought a stereo and used my phone’s Bluetooth. You can choose.” Lao He smiled and said, “I tried it yesterday and played it randomly. I didn’t expect it to be a random cool song. I’ve already deleted it.”

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As a doctor, no matter what he did, it was only right to get good luck.

Cool off during surgery… Zheng Ren felt that if he had been the chief surgeon at that time, he might have fallen out with Lao He.

“Hmm, don’t cool off, and don’t play classical music either. In the past, I met an old academician. Every time I went into surgery, he would amplify the curse of grief,” Su Yun began to gossip.

In the operating theater, the nurses’ gazes had long since drifted to him.

Xie Yiren went on stage and became a scrub nurse. She was counting the number of devices with the circulating nurses, but in the end, she made three mistakes in the circulating count. Little Yiren was also very helpless. The gaze of the circulating nurse could not help but glance at Su Yun.

Zheng Ren felt that this fellow was really not suitable for the surgery department. It was actually quite good to just squat in the ICU.

This was a waste of time.

“Same goes for guzheng music. I feel sleepy listening to it.” Lao He started chatting as if they were friends.

“Find a Beyonce song and play it. Just don’t play the song from the 59th Grammys.” Su Yun saw that the anesthesia had been completed, so he turned around to scrub his hands.

Zheng Ren did not care about what kind of music was being played. During the surgery, he basically automatically blocked all the noise.

“Why?” Lao He asked.

“At that time, she was pregnant. I think they were twins. There was no problem with her singing. She was as good as usual. However, the music was more soothing. I was sleepy listening to it.” Su Yun’s voice echoed in the corridor.

Lao He was looking for Beyonce’s songs. In the operating theater, the people who came to watch the show came up one after another.

Although many of them had nothing to do with general surgery, everyone was curious.

If a rare disease could be diagnosed correctly, it was something that could be said to be true when one was drinking until one’s face turned red.

However, not only was this Boss Zheng’s diagnosis correct, he also wanted to broadcast the surgery live on the Internet.

At first, many people did not understand, but there were always people who asked for the truth. After listening to Professor Yang’s description, they secretly took a look at the patient before the surgery. Everyone also expressed their understanding of Boss Zheng’s actions.

This was like stepping on a tightrope high up in the sky.

But was it worth it for a patient they did not know?

The increasingly severe doctor-patient relationship made all the doctors put away their pity. It was most reasonable to follow the procedure.

In fact, it was the same. If everything could follow the procedure, such a problem would not have occurred. If there was a problem, someone would naturally come and solve it. The problem would not be left to the doctors.

However, the atmosphere in the operating theater, which was originally supposed to be somewhat sorrowful, was not there at all. After entering, they heard them discussing Beyonce.

What the hell was this?

Soon, Su Yun came back after washing his hands. He disinfected, wiped his hands, took the bent plate and oval forceps from the nurse, and prepared to disinfect them.

“Look at Beyonce, going to the Grammys with twins. She’s not even lip-syncing, and she’s not out of tune,” Su Yun said as he disinfected his hands. “The whole show is full of motherly divinity. Her voice is quiet and distant, just like the sound of nature. Lao He, if you have time, you can look for the live version. It’s highly recommended.”

“Sure.” Lao He especially liked Su Yun’s nonsensical surgical style.

With his personality, it would be very boring if he really met a meticulous surgeon who was too lazy to say a single word.

For example, Boss Zheng…

Zheng Ren saw that Su Yun had begun to disinfect and lay out the surgical list, so he went to scrub his hands.

When he turned around, he saw that there were seven or eight doctors standing in the operating theater. Zheng Ren was stunned for a moment.

They were here to watch the operation, so Zheng Ren immediately understood.

He walked out of the operating theater sideways and went to brush his hands. As he walked, he recalled the process of the surgery in the operating theater of the System.

The entire surgery took a relatively long time, but it was still considered smooth. The final surgical progress bar was 98%, and he was quite satisfied with it.

Zheng Ren was not worried about this.

While he was brushing his hands, Zheng Ren went through another round of surgical training as if he had obsessive-compulsive disorder. With the absorbable splenic omentum, the completion rate of the final surgery reached 99%.

With a difference of 1%, Zheng Ren estimated that he would need to use cosmetic sutures to achieve perfection.

However, this was completely unnecessary.

When he returned to the operating theater, amid the passionate music, Su Yun had already laid out the list. He stood in the assistant position and waited for Zheng Ren.

Hu Yanhui put on the Google Glasses for Zheng Ren. The airtight door of the operating theater was closed, and the surgery officially began.

Zheng Ren stood in the position of the surgeon, a little absent-minded.

It had been a long time since he had stood in this position during a general surgery.

Su Yun held the dry gauze and aspirator, waiting for Zheng Ren to open the skin. However, after waiting for a few seconds, he saw that Zheng Ren did not move at all. He asked in surprise, “Boss?”

“Uh…” Zheng Ren came back to his senses and said. “What song is it playing?”

“Beyonce. Do you have any other recommendations?” Su Yun knew that Zheng Ren rarely listened to music. In fact, the music was being played for him.

“It’s stopped. Play a song for good luck,” Zheng Ren said.

“F * ck… boss, can you be more rustic?” Su Yun retorted. “Do you think it’s the Spring Festival Gala?”

“It’s good fortune,” Zheng Ren said. He reached out and patted the scalpel in his palm.

The patient’s skin layer was very thin. Not only was there almost no fat layer, even the epidermis and dermis layer were only two-thirds of the same age of the child.

Electrocautery to stop bleeding and blunt dissection.

Layer by layer into the abdomen and peritoneal protection were the most common operations.

A song of good luck came, and the surgery was immersed in endless blessings.

Lao He initially felt that it was a little rustic, but after listening to it once, he felt that Boss Zheng’s consideration was very thorough and appropriate.

Patients, surgery, good luck. It really matched well.

This song was festive. It would be played during surgeries in the future!

The incision was very long, almost from the xiphoid point to the navel. After opening the abdominal cavity, everyone was dumbfounded.

It was one thing to look at the radiographic films, but it was another thing to see the huge spleen with their own eyes.

The audience started to lose their composure.

Even in the 912 hospital, many surgeons were well-informed, but they had never seen a belly full of spleens.

From the CT scan, it looked like a grape vine with one spleen after another. But now, when it was opened and looked directly at with the naked eye, it was full of spleens. Almost all of the abdominal organs had moved.

After the patient’s stomach underwent gastric decompression, it turned into a small ball and curled up in a pile of purplish-red spleens. It was pitiful to look at. Meanwhile, the intestines only popped up intermittently and struggled in the vast ocean of spleens.

The patient’s diaphragm was too high to varying degrees. The lower part of the liver was pushed up by the spleen while the upper part was pushed up by the diaphragm. The volume was only about 60% of the normal size.

“How will they operate?”

“I don’t know. It’s completely different from the cirrhosis of the spleen.”

“If it’s directly cut off, I’m afraid the patient won’t be able to take it.”

Several chief physicians and professors whispered to each other in the back.

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