Super Magic Surgery System

C41 The Cost of Borrowing the Operating Room



C41 The Cost of Borrowing the Operating Room

The cost of borrowing the operating room    

    

"Gauze!" "Hemostatic scissors, saline water for the head, I need to find a stop and stitch it!"    

    

While Chen Qun took the sterile gloves from the first aid cabinet and put them on, he used a pair of scissors to cut off the hair on the patient's head and exposed the bleeding point.    

    

Although his hair had been cut into a mess, three bleeding spots on his head were exposed and presented in front of his eyes.    

    

"Nurse, suck the blood from the straw. Another man, hold down two bleeding spots on his head and hold down the gauze tightly with your thumb!"    

    

Chen Qun acted like he was accustomed to it and quickly picked up the Hemostatic Forceps. He clamped onto the artery of the head and with a gentle pull of his finger, a small amount of blood vessels was extracted from the scalp.    

    

A vein appeared in the frontal branch of the superficial temporal artery of the head, which was more than half broken.    

    

Chen Qun picked up the hemostatic scissors and, like embroidery, gently built the artery into a standard slanted plane. He started to sew the vein out, and before he sewed, he also pressed the tweezers onto the blood vessels as if flowing the clouds, pushing out the bubbles and the clotted blood.    

    

In almost three minutes, the tiny sutures were completed. The bleeding on the patient's head stopped by half. His palm did not stop at all as he continued to sew up the other two bleeding spots. Within five minutes, the bleeding patient stopped immediately.    

    

All that was left was to clean up the other small wounds and the shards of glass in his hair.    

    

In front of his nimble palms, the two nurses and Cao Binn saw that he was like an expert in wuxia novels. He quickly picked up pieces of glass with a pair of tweezers, washed the wounds with saline and then sewed them again.    

    

After he finished cleaning and stitching the wound on his head, Doctor-in-Charge, who was dealing with the foot, didn't even begin to stitch the wound.    

    

Doctor of Impatient Department, who was in his forties, immediately moved out of the way when he saw how skillful he was, "You sew it up fast, you deal with the cut on your leg!"    

    

This wasn't a question of modesty or testing his skills, but rather, saving others was more important. First aid had always been a race against death, and stopping the bleeding was the most important thing.    

    

The hemostasis technique of Great Grandmaster Level that Chen Qun had just advanced in was immediately displayed on the wound on his lower leg. In a few minutes, he had completed hemostasis and intermittent stitching, and a sewing needle as beautiful as a crescent moon appeared in front of the doctor and nurse.    

    

Doctor of Impatient Department, who had come up to take over the task, could see clearly from the side. He knew that Chen Qun's stopping speed was at least three times faster than his. He had treated at least 200 cases of various emergency hemostasis cases in the emergency department. In terms of surgical trauma management, he could be considered one of the top. In the end, he became Intern in front of this young man.    

    

This huge difference made him feel like he had been in emergency treatment for more than two hundred holidays in the past ten years.    

    

Was the difference between a genius and an ordinary doctor really that great? This was especially so for doctors who focused on their personal experience. How could their talents be so tyrannical?    

    

"After sewing the patient, Chen Qun embarrassedly stopped and apologized to Doctor of Impatient Department." "Sorry, I forgot that it's not our hospital. I'm really sorry."    

    

"Be careful next time, young man. Although most doctors would not pursue this matter, some of them would stare at you with ill intentions, using all sorts of excuses to suppress you. Remember the old saying, the wood elves will be destroyed by Lin Feng. Today is just a minor operation, and I'm authorizing it. However, we may not know about it in the future. "    

    

Even though Chen Qun knew that he had just turned into an official doctor, picking up a scalpel in another hospital was actually against the rules. Although this rule is a dead letter to the domestic doctor, but to pursue, still bear legal responsibility.    

    

Ye Zichen hurriedly thanked the kind doctor, then ran towards the emergency room with Cao Binn.    

    

Before they entered the empty room, a nurse shouted at them, "Director Ding told you to go to emergency room 5, first room on the left corner."    

    

The patient was in a very strange situation. There was a bottle of wine embedded on his forehead, and his body was covered with blood. His suit was dyed red, and he was obviously one of the people in the car accident.    

    

The two doctors had just finished stitching the wound on the left breast and left leg, and the portable X-ray camera next to it showed the patient.    

    

The wine bottle base that the forehead bone had sunk into did not pierce through the skull, only leaving a gap of less than half a millimeter before penetrating into the Cranial Cavity.    

    

The moment Ding Hang saw Chen Qun come in, he asked the first question without hesitation, "Chen, we heard that some ingenious method was used to remove the electric bulb in the patient's mouth. Now, we would like to ask you, how do you take out this broken bottle from the patient's forehead. Of course, we also need the fastest repair procedure, and we will be attending a major signing ceremony in three days. "    

    

Chen Qun hesitated, "The other parts of the patient is uninjured?"    

    

"Yes, it has been scanned with ultrasound. The patient has no internal bleeding or effusion in his three chambers. His physical signs are also normal. He has only suffered a slight concussion and is now unconscious due to inhalation of the anesthetic. He is waiting for us to operate to solve the problem on his forehead."    

    

Ding Hang had given Chen Qun a lot of trust and expectation. Yesterday, whether it was the young man's Surgical Project or the procedure, both of them had completely shocked him. Plus, after looking at Chen Qun's medical records, he had to admit that Chen Qun was a genuine surgical genius.    

    

Since it was right in front of him now, it would be a waste not to take the opportunity to order it around. In any case, the final decision was in his hands, and the patient's condition was not serious. Just try to figure out how powerful the genius Koo Changsheng spoke of was.    

    

Chen Qun pointed at the patient's wound and answered without thinking. I might not have a better way to remove the glass, but I could suggest that the bottom of the glass be coated with strong glue, which would slow the shattering of the glass during physical extraction and cause secondary damage. "As for the healing of the wound, if we want it to heal fast, the easiest way is to do a breast augmentation surgery to fill it up with silica gel."    

    

The moment this unreliable statement was sent out, a few chuckles could be heard from the operation room.    

    

Ding Hang's eyes lit up, "You're saying that we should fill it up for the time being and use other repair techniques after the signing ceremony is over."    

    

"Yes!"    

    

Chen Qun didn't know what to talk about.    

    

"Very well, then let's do this suture and fill it up together!"    

    

Ding Hang's fox tail was immediately exposed. Chen Qun's Suture Technique was the best he had seen in his entire life, several times better than a few professional surgical sutures in the city. Of course it was for him to perform this crucial skin sutures.    

    

The operation yesterday had shocked him way too much. Surgery Doctor, whose blood vessels could be sutured perfectly, was a rare talent in the whole country, and even in the whole world.    

    

He would definitely make this little fellow unable to come back. He would forcefully dig him away from Old Man Gu's hands. Old Man Gu could only stare with dry eyes! This is the price of borrowing my operating room, who told you to keep your temple too small to raise a great Bodhisattva? I have too many ways to hold people down.    

    

Ding Hang's eyes narrowed into slits.    

    


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