The Surgeon’s Studio

Zheng Ren stood in front of the operating table. He reached out and The Lancet knife appeared in his hand.

“Boss, do you still want to keep the bet?” Su Yun stood opposite him and asked.

“You’re not afraid of death, you’re not afraid of losing. I admire this spirit of yours. ” “Why wouldn’t I agree?” Zheng Ren laughed.

“Start the surgery!” Su Yun was excited.

Zheng Ren’s judgment was too inconceivable. During the preoperative discussion, Su Yun argued with him for a long time.

Old Mr. Wang did not have any other metallic plants, so he could only conclude that the cobalt metal came from the hip joint.

Su Yun felt that it was due to the material, while Zheng Ren insisted that it was caused by the broken pieces of ceramic that were left nearby.

The two of them even made a bet for this diagnosis.

In those 24 hours, the Wang family accompanied them to visit some of the tourist attractions in Nanyang. Zheng Ren wasn’t interested in crowded places. He preferred desolate islands.

Wang Nan was also tactful and welcomed him with all his heart. Soon, he found Zheng Ren’s favorite approach.

After enjoying eighteen hours of romantic warmth on a remote and uninhabited island, he still had to come back for surgery.

The results of Master Chu nu’s surgery had given the Wang family near infinite confidence. Coupled with master Yan’s words, they agreed to the surgery without hesitation.

This was something Zheng Ren had not expected.

Facing Su Yun’s sure – lose bet, Zheng Ren did not mind betting with him. This was because in the system’s operating theater, he had already seen a ceramic fragment wrapped in the fibrous connective tissue that had grown in the CT image.

Bet with me?

I’m a man who can see Trump cards! So, that was what Zheng Ren thought.

After the anesthesia was successful, old Mr Wang took a reclining position on the left side. He disinfected himself with iodophor as usual, then spread a sterile towel and put on a skin protective film. He took an arc – shaped incision on the posterolateral side of the right hip joint, which was about 15 cm in length.

There was an old knife scar on this side, left behind by a surgery three years ago.

Zheng Ren was just about to cut the skin along the original incision when he heard a flustered voice from behind.

“Who are you?” Su Yun raised her head and asked directly.

“I’m Dr. Keanta, an independent director of the Massachusetts General Hospital. I did the surgery three years ago. ” Dr. Keanta, who was wearing a hazmat suit, a hat, and a mask, introduced himself first.

“Boss, the main character is here.” Su Yun said with a smile.

“Hello, professor keanta.” Zheng Ren turned around and greeted Dr. Keanta with a Boston accent.

Dr. Keanta did not expect to hear the standard local accent in Nanyang National Hospital, and he felt very familiar for a moment.

“You are …”

“I’m Dr. Zheng Ren from Imperial 912 hospital.”

“You’re that Dr. Zheng who won the Nobel Prize?!” Professor keanta asked with mixed emotions.

“Internal Nobel Prize? Who did you hear that from?” Zheng Ren turned his head, raised his hand, and lowered the knife. He followed the surgical incision left by Dr. Keanta three years ago, with a distance of 0.5 cm, and cut open the skin on the right hip joint of old Mr. Wang.

The incision was neither deep nor shallow, and there were six bleeding points. Before the blood could flow out, Su Yun burned them with electricity.

“News from the Royal Sweden Academy of Sciences said that President Olsen reported this matter to the King of Sweden because of everyone’s strong opinions.” “Oh my God, Dr. Zheng,” Dr. Keanta said.”How did you do it?”

“A rumor.” Zheng Ren replied in a Boston accent. At the same time, he placed the Willow – leaf knife on the side of old Mr. Wang’s leg and took the hemostatic forceps that Xie Yiren handed over.

Blunt separation. Skilled and fast.

However, Zheng Ren did not treat the original scar. Su Yun knew that this part of the treatment could be left to the end.

The scar tissue was removed and sutured again, or the healing of the skin surface would be problematic.

Zheng Ren used the hemostatic forceps to separate the subcutaneous tissue and fascia. Su Yun’s electric scalpel was like a summoned beast as it rushed to the parts that required the use of the electric scalpel.

Their cooperation was at its peak, and professor keanta was a little stunned after watching for less than a minute.

As for why Olsen, the president of the Royal Sweden Academy of Sciences, suggested to the King of Sweden that the young interventional physician win the Nobel Prize, he put it to the back of his mind.

Even though he knew that the Nobel Prize had nothing to do with the King of Sweden, the rumor was very touching, and he was particularly willing to believe it was true.

In the past, Dr. Keanta thought that this was a complete scandal and a very shameless way of doing things.

However, the surgery in front of him was so smooth and skilled. Dr. Keanta was like a rock fan who had seen the rebirth of the cat King, and everything else was thrown to the back of his mind.

It was a great pleasure to watch such a surgery.

Moreover, the surgeon was performing a second stage hip replacement surgery! For professor keanta, this was his best field, and he could see more details.

Zheng Ren cut open the iliotical trembled bundle along the gluteus maximus fiber until he reached the area below the greater Demon.

Because it was his second surgery, the adhesion of the fibrous tissue here was a little heavy. Dr. Keanta also knew this. He tried to open his eyes wide to see how this reserved Nobel Prize candidate would deal with it.

However, he dealt with it the same way as before.

He made an incision and extended the hemostatic forceps along the small incision. The forceps then started to move away.

If there was a bleeding point, he would discover it in advance. Even when professor keanta, who was standing behind him, did not see it, he would cut it off with an ultrasonic knife.

The surgical area was very clean, and there was almost no bleeding.

Some of the blood vessels were cut, but the summoned beast – like electric burner immediately burned them twice, freezing the blood vessels.

Blood loss … Professor keanta thought it was only 1ml.

This must be magic! Dr. Keanta thought in a daze.

However, the surgeon and the assistant seemed to think that this was normal. There was no communication, and the surgery continued.

A pair of biting pliers landed on Zheng Ren’s hand. He bit off the slippery tissue outside the great toxophile, while Su Yun was in charge of stopping the bleeding.

“Boss, there’s a lot of bleeding. Slow down.” Su Yun grumbled in dissatisfaction.

“Not bad. Did you get to 5ml?” Zheng Ren asked.

“Can’t you be a little more strict with yourself? A hip replacement surgery with zero bleeding?” Su Yun said.

Old he smiled bitterly.

This was the approach for a hip replacement surgery that had the least blood loss since he set up the table.

And it was the second surgery, which was several times more difficult than the first surgery.

But why was Brother Yun still not satisfied?

Could it be that he had to have stricter requirements on himself? Old he fell into deep thought.

He wondered what the beautiful twin sisters in Haicheng had been doing. Under boss Zheng’s whipping, they had made rapid progress.

At the thought of the beautiful twin sisters being whipped … Old he instantly became evil.

“Old he, help me with the internal rotation.” Zheng Ren said.

The crisp sound of a whip echoed in old he’s mind. Then, he slowly came to his senses and ran to the lower part of the operating area, which was the right lower limb of the patient who suffered from endophobia.

After the internal rotation of the right lower limb was completed, the levator femus was revealed in the operating area. Zheng Ren cut along its attachment, gradually cutting, ligation, and suture, revealing the joint capsule.