The Surgeon’s Studio

It was different from normal tumor tissue. What he had seen before was a part of the body. Although it was abnormal growth and had pathological changes, it was still a part of the body.

However, the huge watermelon in front of him seemed to have its own independent circulatory system. The stem was the tube, and it kept wriggling … Wriggling …

The venous blood entered the heart, passed through the right atrium, entered the right ventricle, and then into the pulmonary artery to participate in blood oxygen exchange.

After blood oxygen exchange, the blood would enter the left atrium through the pulmonary vein, enter the left ventricle, and enter the ascending aorta.

This was the normal blood circulation pathway of the heart.

The reason Zheng Ren thought of this was that the big watermelon’s pulse was not consistent with his heart ‘s. It was much faster.

If it was a living thing, it would be best if it was in the left chamber so that it could receive arterial blood and “

However, it was located in the right atrium and absorbed the blood from the veins.

Could it be that it was an anaerobic organism that did not like oxygen?

He didn’t know if it was because it had been soaked in blood for a long time, or if it was just like that, but the big watermelon was dark red in color, giving off a disgusting feeling.

Zheng Ren gently placed his fingers on the large watermelon to confirm the time for the test subject’s heart to beat once. It would beat four to five times.

What a strange thing. I wonder if the big pig trotter can perfectly imitate this guy.

According to the practice of surgery in the past, the first step would be to separate it dully and cut it off from the right atrium with the minimum damage. Then, he would cut it open and take a look after the surgery.

Zheng Ren placed the smallest hemostatic forceps on his finger, put on the microscope, and began to separate the tissues at the edge.

Separating, pulling, lifting, and pinching, the stem of the entire large watermelon was separated by Zheng Ren. The membrane of the right atrium and inferior vena cava were separated and cut off.

This was the principle of complete removal of the tumor. The periphery must always be covered with normal tissue. Otherwise, as long as there was a trace of tumor cells, a relapse was inevitable.

From Zheng Ren’s point of view, this thing was completely tumor tissue, and it was even more ‘malignant’ than tumor tissue!

The tumor was completely removed along with the right atrium wall and part of the inferior vena cava wall where the tumor was attached. The inferior vena cava intubation was immediately replaced. The control band was tightened, and the surgical field became clear.

Zheng Ren then used his own pericardium and inferior vena cava to repair it. He cut two pieces of the pericardium and sutured the right atrium and inferior vena cava as if he was a tailor.

Fortunately, the surgical box given by Dr. Charles had all kinds of equipment, so he didn’t need the smallest needle to solve this problem.

Zheng Ren heaved a long sigh of relief after he was done suturing and found no active bleeding.

The surgery came to an end.

As for suturing, that would be the assistant’s job and had nothing to do with him, the surgeon.

The entire surgery was much simpler than the one for a tristepuplete tumor, and Zheng Ren successfully completed it in one try.

He did not care about the test subject’s chest. Instead, he went to the side, held the “big watermelon” in his hand, and observed it carefully.

Without the blood supply, the two straws wriggled much slower.

Zheng Ren felt that it really had a mind of its own. It was as if the “big watermelon” was communicating with him through a pair of sterile gloves.

Unfortunately, he couldn’t understand.

That frequency was not Morse code, nor was it the password system that Zheng Ren knew.

“Let’s cut it open and see.” Zheng Ren held the ‘big watermelon’ in his left hand and held the knife in his right hand. He cut it down.

The moment the incision was made, everything before Zheng Ren’s eyes turned bright red. Then, the system notified him that the wangliang operation had failed, and the operator had died.

The system’s operating theater disappeared, and Zheng Ren stood alone in the system space, facing the little white Fox’s sneer on the other side of the pond.

What the f * ck was going on?

Zheng Ren was dumbfounded.

If the operation failed, then so be it. Why was there suddenly a notification that the operator had died?

Time passed by very quickly. The first thing Zheng Ren did after he regained his senses was to continue buying time for surgery training.

As the system operating theater rose from the ground, he stepped in directly.

This time, the little beast in Zheng Ren’s heart roared.

He knew that his guess was right. The occupying lesion in the right atrium of Chunu Ansai was not a mucous tumor at all, but an egg!

He had just cut open the egg, and the insect inside had run out to kill him.

They were really F * cking aliens!

Zheng Ren was not used to the sudden change.

The reason why he was so respectful and distant toward things like supernatural powers was because Zheng Ren felt that these could be explained by science.

If it couldn’t be explained, it meant that the technology tree hadn’t reached that level.

It was very difficult to explain the technology of another technology tree with one technology tree without reaching the peak.

That was why Zheng Ren was in awe, but he wanted to stay away from it.

This wasn’t his world, nor was it a technology tree that belonged to him.

However, when he came to Nanyang, he inevitably came into contact with these strange things.

Zheng Ren looked at his surroundings and confirmed that he was in the system space and not outside.

This time, he did not perform cardiopulmonary bypass and directly began to dissect the patient.

After opening up the heart, Zheng Ren carefully used the Willow – leaf knife to make a small hole, and the Oval – shaped pincers then reached in.

Test subject, dead.

Zheng Ren used his oval – shaped pincers to clamp around. After confirming that everything was fine, he dissected the right atrium of the test subject.

There was a lot of bleeding inside, and a thin thread – like worm was crushed, mixed with other messy tissues.

This time, Zheng Ren was fine. The system did not notify him that the person was dead, but the operation had failed.

Zheng Ren was sure that there was something wrong with this little bug, which led to the strange notification of the Sorcerer’s death.

He stabilized his mind and performed another surgery. However, this time, he only performed the surgery and did not touch the “big watermelon.”

The surgery was completed at 95%.

Zheng Ren had completed an extremely complicated surgery by himself. It was already not bad for the system to give him such a high evaluation.

When he returned to reality, Zheng Ren heard the sound of a Gurney being pushed down the corridor.

The quality of the Gurney was not bad, better than the ones in Haicheng and the 912. The ground was also flat, and the sound was very soft.

Although it was called the National Hospital, it was a private hospital. All kinds of equipment were prepared for the rich, regardless of the cost.

To be honest, Zheng Ren was a little envious.

“Su Yun, old he, you guys get ready first. I’ll go and explain something to the patient’s family.” Zheng Ren said.

“Hey, what are you doing sneaking around again?” Su Yun was obviously dissatisfied with Zheng Ren’s actions and nagged.

Zheng Ren looked at Xie Yiren seriously and forced a smile. Fortunately, he was wearing a sterile mask in the operating theater, so one could not tell how forced his smile was.

Xie Yiren replied with a faint smile. Zheng Ren felt that the world was very warm now.

Walking out of the operating room, Zheng Ren saw Chunu Ansai half – sitting on the Gurney, surrounded by more than a dozen doctors and nurses who were pushing him over.

“Please wait a moment, Mr. Chunu Ansai. I have something to tell you.” Zheng Ren stood in front of the Gurney and blocked the path.