Super Magic Surgery System

Huang Haitao led a group of doctors and ran into the ward three rooms in front. He saw a female patient in her thirties crying, "My leg! "My leg!"    

Two nurses were holding the patient down so she wouldn't pick up the thermos and smash it against her thigh.    

"Relax, relax, here comes the doctor. What exactly is going on? "    

"She said early in the morning that her legs were hurting so badly she couldn't take a shot of morphine for long. It was the refrigeration quality inspector who was sent over yesterday. Due to the loss of the electronic lock, he was locked in a cold storage at -20 degrees celsius for thirty minutes before being rescued. "    

The nurse passed the Medical History Sheet to Huang Haitao, who was sent over for rounds, while wiping the sweat off the patient's forehead and comforting her, "Doctor Huang is the best doctor in the emergency room. He will cure your legs."    

Chen Qun saw Chi Hong, with her large eyeballs, was putting on sterile gloves and pressing on the patient's legs. As soon as he took a glance at her, he gave her the diagnosis.    

"The patient's legs are stiff. It should be a typical fascial compartment syndrome. They must be frozen in the freezer."    

Chi Hong raised her head in a panic and looked at Huang Haitao, "Dr. Huang, I can't feel the patient's thigh artery. It should be because of the low blood pressure in her lower limbs. Give me a Syringe. We need to raise the blood pressure of the patient. "    

Huang Haitao immediately made up his mind and shook his head, "It's too late, I have to immediately release the pressure on her lower limbs from the fascia, or her legs won't be able to protect her. Injection of 100 microliters of fentanyl first to stabilize the patient. I'll give you thirty seconds to think about what else to do. "    

"Whole blood cell count."    

"Electrolyte testing."    

"Creatine phosphokinase."    

"I need to perform a fasciotomy!"    

Chen Qun immediately opened his mouth and realized that he had become a heretic. He was talking about inspection items, but he was talking about surgery.    

This was a story of a chicken talking to a duck.    

This brat was still an eyesore when he was with a group of Bookworm. No wonder the big BOSS looked at him in a new light and purposely assigned him to himself.    

However, Huang Haitao recalled that this guy had already saved seven to eight lives from the line of death, they were all done in a blink of an eye. He didn't even give the other four rookie doctors a chance, and directly gave them their orders.    

"Prepare two doses of ketamine, seventy milligrams each, plus two doses of midazolam! Contact the operation room immediately and send the patient there. "    

Chi Hong was stunned for a moment before she cried out, "Doctor Huang, shouldn't we intubate the patient and stabilize her breathing?"    

Huang Haitao took the Syringe and pointed it at Chen Qun, "Why don't you explain to me why you don't need a cannula?"    

"Who is it?" Chi Hong looked at her wide-eyed, apricot eyes and said weakly, "Deep anesthesia can relieve the pain of a patient. It's the same whether the patient is intubated or not."    

"All six operating rooms are in use."    

The nurse said to Huang Haitao with a troubled expression.    

"Local surgery, new guy. Have you ever had a fasciotomy?"    

The "newcomer" hurriedly shook his head.    

"It's fine, just follow my style and speak. Each person will be in charge of one leg. "    

Chi Hong raised her palm weakly once again. "Doctor Huang, the risk is too high because ketamine won't last long."    

"That's why I need to be faster, and do the fasciotomy on my legs at the same time. When you're ready, just let me know who it is. "    

Chen Qun, who was wearing gloves, nodded and said, "I'm ready."    

Huang Haitao pointed at the four Bookworm doctors in front of him who were not in the right state yet, "Two on the side, responsible for holding down the patient's lower limbs. Is the anesthesia ready? "    

As soon as he finished speaking, the patient's erratic legs stopped moving and he lost consciousness.    

Huang Haitao picked up the scalpel and made a long cut on the patient's left ankle. As the skin split, the blood-red muscles of the calf were revealed. A layer of milky white tendons wrapped around the muscles of his calves. They looked like a small balloon, and were somewhat swollen.    

"Blood pressure 124/85, heart rate 113, oxygen saturation 98%."    

"OK, deal with the fascia room below, cut open the fascia and stop the bleeding for the patient!"    

Huang Haitao guided the students as if he was talking about minimally invasive surgery.    

Chen Qun took a glance and did not have the intention to use the Treasure Chest. This kind of small wound was a common occurrence for him. The patient who had been treated for a full-body fracture was in a situation that was countless times more difficult than the one in front of him.    

He had only taken a few glances when he realized that the operation was too simple for him. There was no need to be polite. He picked up the scalpel and cut a hole in the patient's other leg.    

However, the cut was a third shorter than the one on Huang Haitao's knee. Chen Qun's next strike was even faster as his hand raised and the blade fell, slicing a hole through the tendon membrane. This step should have been done with the scissors, but the scalpel could achieve the same effect, so there was no need to change the Operating Instruments again.    

"Hemostatic Bending Pliers!"    

A lot of blood flowed out from the bulging fascia, and cracks appeared on the exposed blood vessels. The moment the nurse handed over the Hemostatic Forceps, Chen Qun immediately clamped the forceps tightly on top of the small blood vessel, stopping the bleeding. His movements were so practiced that it seemed as if he had practiced it thousands of times.    

The two Bookworm s who were in charge of holding down the legs were even more so wide-eyed. Seeing this new person in front of them, a thought simultaneously emerged in their minds. Why was he so skilled?    

"Scissor, needle holder, 7-0 stitch!"    

Chen Qun naturally issued a series of instructions and began to sew up the patient's blood vessel by hand. Chi Hong, who was originally ready to pick out flaws, looked at Chen Qun's smooth and natural needle-like movements. Her movements were as proficient as a textbook version in a video. Within a few breaths, all the blood vessels were sewn together.    

Only then did he begin to sew up the fascia. A row of beautiful stitches appeared on the dancing needle, as if it had a mind of its own.    

Huang Haitao, who had stopped a few small bleeding spots for the patient with the electric knife, turned around and found that the new student who had made a move later than him had already cleaned the patient's wounds and started to sew up the fascia.    

He couldn't help but fall into a trance. This … His speed was just like a newbie coming here to train. No wonder why his highly precise mechanical arms were so powerful. Gaangchengxiufu had named him as the master knife because he had his eye on that pair of gifted surgeon's hands.    

His hands should have gone to his mind and brain to develop, in order to achieve the highest achievement.    

"Alright, that person, after you stitch up the fascia, stop and let Qi finish the next step. As for me, whoever has the best Suture Technique, voluntarily comes out and takes it. "    

While Huang Haitao was speaking, he inadvertently glanced at the stitches sewn by Chen Qun and decided that in the future, he would absolutely not stitch any tissue in front of him in order to avoid losing all his confidence.