The anesthesiologist anesthetized the patient, and Qi Mingye stood under the light. His handsome face was obscured by a mask, but his falcon-like eyes revealed unparalleled brilliance.
Picking up the scalpel, after the assistant disinfected Lan Rui's chest, he cut the knife from the chest to the abdomen.
"Prepare to open the chest and prepare the chest expander."
"Give me the sharp knife."
"Microscope zooms in."
Qi Mingye couldn't help but narrow his sharp eyes after seeing Lan Rui's abdominal internal organs clearly.
Unlike the organs of ordinary people, Lanrui's internal organs are almost all purple-black.
This is chronic poisoning, and it is a manifestation of highly toxic...
Just like what Lan Jue said, the person who poisoned the poison has a very good grasp of the weight, which can make people suffer torment without dying immediately.
How despairing must it be to watch oneself decline day by day and be unable to recover?
Qi Mingye frowned, his resolute face tightened, and he stretched out his two hands.
"Next, I will first clean up part of the toxins and necrotic cells in his stomach, and then perform partial gastric organ resection, using an ultrasonic surgical suction device in my left hand and a suction tube in my right hand."
"Surgical pad preparation."
"..."
Instructions sounded clearly in the operating room.
In the quiet space, only DQ's instructions echoed in the operating room.
Following his instructions, the operation progressed slowly.
Lan Rui's stomach ulcer was so serious that not only did the necrotic part of his stomach need to be removed, but the remaining stomach also had to undergo dialysis to remove toxins.
Qi Mingye held the ultrasonic aspirator and suction tube, bit by bit, repeatedly cleaning out the accumulated toxins and necrotic cells in his body. After a while, his forehead was covered with sweat.
Without waiting for him to give instructions, the assistant immediately stepped forward and wiped the sweat from his forehead to prevent it from dripping into his eyes or the patient's wounds.
"Give me the bipolar electrosurgery and prepare to remove..."
He took the assistant and handed him the electric knife. Through the mirror of the microscope, he cut the knife accurately and gently cut...
"Master, it's not good, the patient has a heart rate disorder!"
"High pressure is 70, low pressure is 50, and the pulse drops quickly..."
"Intracranial pressure tends to increase..."
"Master, if this continues, the patient won't be able to survive for long!"
"..."
Qi Mingye stood in front of the operating table and heard a series of chaotic data. There was no wave on his handsome face. He was calm and composed as if he was under control. He raised his head and glanced at everyone, only to see a few assistants who were panicking just now.
They all fell silent.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, hiding the heaviness in his eyes.
"Get ready for a shot in the arm."
A cold voice sounded, and the electric scalpel in Qi Mingye's hand continued to cut the divided area, but the movements were speeding up silently.
After removing the necrotic part, he gently lifted the electric scalpel and placed it on the tray.
I glanced at the easing data on the monitor and breathed a silent sigh of relief...
Good guy, I knew you wouldn't be so careless!
"Give me the bipolar electrocautery forceps, the hemostatic pad, and advance the microscope a little further. Now prepare to suture the wound."
Didi——
In the quiet operating room, only the sound of instruments continued to sound.
Qi Mingye stood in front of the operating table for seven or eight hours. It was not until the last wound was sutured and the instruments were placed on the tray that he took a deep breath.
Stepping back, "The second deputy will check the wound for bleeding. If there is no problem, notify Team A to prepare for a liver transplant."
