In fact, the atmosphere in the operating room should be relaxed and happy in most cases.
The average length of a large or medium-sized operation is about two hours and twenty minutes. To remain silent for such a long time is actually a very serious wear and tear on the spirit of medical staff. Imagine that a person needs to wear several layers of clothing.
Wear clothes and gloves, stand for two hours, maintain concentration and precise hand movements at all times. At the same time, we must also observe the status of other surgical personnel from time to time to ensure the best teamwork, and we must not talk casually. This is simply
torture.
Therefore, doctors who usually don't like to talk will almost become the best chat partners in front of the operating table. They will randomly select a few topics, and then start talking to all the nurses, doctors, anesthesiologists, and even those who are under anesthesia Chatting with patients in the hospital. Doctors with more serious tastes can even use their hands to push out feces along the intestines when treating intestinal obstruction, while discussing with the nurse which store to eat crayfish or sausage noodles after get off work.
When the operation goes well, the operating room is usually as lively as a middle school classroom after class.
The operation began to have difficulties, and the bell rang again in the classroom after class. The nurses began to nervously deliver the instruments, while the doctors remained silent and concentrated on their competition.
The scariest moment was when something went wrong during the operation. After the classroom bell rang, the person who came to class was not the beloved art teacher, but the head teacher with a dark face. No one dared to make any unnecessary moves, and the whole room
The classroom teacher's roar echoed.
Therefore, maintaining a good atmosphere is extremely important. For the vast majority of medical staff participating in the operation, as long as the surgeon is still chatting happily, there is nothing to worry about.
"Okay, it's almost time to start suturing." Director Zheng carefully used seven or eight bottles of saline to clean the wound on Lin Lan's leg bit by bit. "First ensure the survival of the nerves and blood vessels, and don't move it.
Femur.”
After receiving the instructions, a group of rough guys from the orthopedics department nodded and began to carefully cut off the skin that was still hanging outside. They placed the cut skin on a clean surgical tray aside and trimmed away the fat layer under the skin bit by bit.
and tissue. The skin that has been torn off cannot be regrown by being directly sewn back. If it is not trimmed and thinned, and many small holes are made on it for drainage, even if the skin is forcibly sewn back, it will only
He ended up with necrosis and amputation.
The staff focused mainly on treating the skin flaps. Director Zheng stretched out his arms and felt that his energy was pretty good. He motioned to the nurse on the side to bring him a custom-made head-mounted magnifying glass. He lowered his head again and began to suture the damaged skin.
Blood vessel.
Sun Lien hid in the corner and watched with great interest. Especially when he saw Director Zheng preparing to suture the blood vessel, Sun Lien felt a little excited.
In current surgical operations, doctors are increasingly using vascular staplers to assist in suturing. In addition to being somewhat expensive and possibly increasing the risk of blood vessel distortion, vascular staplers are simply the best way to suture blood vessels during surgery.
choose.
But after careful observation, Director Zheng chose to sew purely by hand.
Is it because the suturing position of the blood vessel is not suitable for placing the stapler? Sun Lien watched Director Zheng sew a vein in less than ten minutes while thinking about the reason in his mind. But it seemed that it was because he was observing too carefully.
, suddenly, in front of Sun Lien's eyes, a line of conspicuous words jumped out on Director Zheng's head.
"Zheng Guoyou, male, 61 years old, suffered from mild myocardial infarction."
Sun Lien blinked a few times, and the words "mild myocardial infarction" became more prominent.
Just as Sun Lien was deciding to make an appointment for an MRI soon to see if he was even more crazy, he suddenly noticed that Director Zheng's head seemed to be sweating a little more.
No, it’s not just sweat. Sun Lien narrowed his eyes slightly. Director Zheng’s face instantly turned pale, and the smooth movements of his hands began to slow down. The mask began to blow obviously under his somewhat heavy breathing.
Lift and retract.
But the sewing action did not stop.
"No way..." Sun Lien calmly moved two steps to the side and moved a little closer to Director Zheng. Then, he heard a slight gasp. Other orthopedic surgeons were lowering their heads to treat the skin flaps.
At the same time, they were still discussing whether to eat the braised pork in the cafeteria for lunch. The nurse next to Director Zheng was obviously focused on delivering the equipment, and even Zheng Guoyou was sweating profusely and did not notice. While the other people in the operating room were
Attention was drawn to the neurosurgery craniotomy. In the operating room of more than 40 square meters, only Sun Lien noticed that Director Zheng's condition was somewhat inappropriate.
There was no need to delay any longer. Sun Lien made a decision quickly. He first stepped back and whispered something in the ear of the curious Hu Jia. Then, ignoring the shock on her face, he walked quickly behind Liu Tangchun.
Liu Tangchun lowered his hands, watching the neurosurgery resident doctor make a hole in Lin Lan's skull. The drill bit drilled into the bone, making a crunching sound.
"Director Liu." Sun Lien quietly touched Director Liu's waist with his butt, calling back the old man's attention, "Director Zheng's condition is not quite right."
"Well?" Director Liu retracted his attention and asked with some confusion, "What's wrong? Didn't this old guy molest the little nurse?"
Sun Lien nodded helplessly and said, "Not only that, Director Zheng seems to be a little short of breath, and he is sweating a lot on his head...Does Director Zheng have a heart attack?"
Myocardial infarction is no small matter. The slightest myocardial infarction can cause severe pain that can make people collapse. Some people are even more unlucky. They don't even feel pain and faint directly due to lack of blood supply.
Director Liu originally regarded the diagnostic opinions of the regular doctors as nonsense, but when he thought of Sun Lien's record of discovering internal bleeding, Director Liu suddenly felt that he should pay more attention to Sun Lien's discovery.
"Old Zheng, I heard from my family that something is not right with you." Director Liu walked around the operating bed and came to Director Zheng who was completing the sutures. He lowered his voice and asked, "How are you? Are you okay?"
"Something's wrong..." Director Zheng completed the last stitch, and the damaged femoral vein was completely sewn up by him. As the last stitch was completed, Director Zheng seemed to have become a robot that suddenly lost power, and his body slumped backwards.
, fell over.
"Old Zheng!" Liu Tangchun was so shocked that he didn't care about the sterility rules in the operating room. He opened his hands to help Director Zheng. However, he was blocked in front by Sun Lien, who moved faster.
Sun Lien caught Director Zheng, put the old man on the ground, quickly changed his position, knelt beside the old man, and started chest compressions with both hands. While compressing, Sun Lien was already preparing for the door.
Okay Hu Jia shouted, "Stop being stunned and push the ambulance!"