Doctors who dare to perform blind clipping are usually regarded as miracle workers. They rely on their rich personal surgical experience and feel confident about where to clip and clip the wandering blood vessels to decapitate them.
Dr. Guan first admitted that he was not a legend, and whispered to the surgeon Chang on the opposite side: "The method she said is more difficult to achieve than the advice I gave you. You should think about it yourself."
Chang Jiawei looked at the surgical field, replaying in his mind the path she had planned for him before the operation. Believe her, he followed the path she drew, but he realized that the surgical field could not be cleared in a short time.
He also thought of betting with blind clips. What Dr. Guan said to him was right. He should have had the idea of blind clips for a long time.
There was only one reason for not giving it a try: he was not sure enough and dared not act rashly. He and Dr. Guan were good at spinal surgery, so he did not have the practical experience and intuition for this type of surgery.
He can only rely on Xie's surgical planning ability. "Have you thought about what she said?" Dr. Guan asked him again, which was a disguised admission that he had no confidence in Xie's ability in this area. It depends on Chang.
Can the coordination of my brain and hands keep up with what Xie is thinking?
Saved.
Fifteen centimeters. Fifteen centimeters. After muttering a few more words, Chief Surgeon Chang figured out where his previous problem was. He took the retractor with one hand and pulled the hook off himself, then opened the artery chuck and sent it in.
Dr. Guan, who was nearby, was surprised by his sudden decisive action. He still didn't believe that he could imagine where the arteries were inside. He couldn't think of it. All he could think of was the road map she mentioned and the most important thing.
That point that he failed to understand before. Before the operation, the surgical route map she drew for him was three-dimensional. When he did not understand it properly, he did not go to it.
Go down.
Now he knew the angle of the artery clamp as he went down. When he raised the hand holding the artery clamp, his elbow would touch the "ceiling", which was the height of 15 centimeters planned before the operation.
Seeing that his hand was about to touch the stone slab, the firefighters groaned first, and then reminded other medical staff of their attitude towards this.
"That's what happened." A large number of people quickly followed Chief Chang's approach and said as if they had understood what Xie was thinking.
The only thing left to do next is whether what she predicted is consistent with the actual situation in the patient's body, and can it lead to a successful operation?
"Did you get pinched?" the anesthesiologist tilted his head, unable to stretch his head, and asked nervously like everyone else outside.
Everyone present was watching this moment closely.
There seemed to be the sound of the stainless steel clips clicking down and catching something in the air. Is it true? Is it just everyone's hallucination? What is happening inside the patient's body is also invisible when the surgeon often uses a blind clip.
Everyone's eyes quickly turned to the electrocardiogram monitor on site. Within a moment, the numerical value gave a perfect answer.
The anesthesiologist exclaimed: "It's stable."
After hearing these words, Chang Jiawei really wanted to sit down on the ground and take a breath before speaking. What made him happy was that he could finally kick the pressure ball back to the opposite side, the surgeon: "Hurry up. I can drag people out here."
Already."
Dr. Guan sighed: Chang's skills have improved by leaps and bounds, and he has to work harder.
What he is not afraid of is that there is a divine assist here. After the largest bleeding point is stopped, routine acceleration can be performed smoothly after the operation.
