Super Magic Surgery System

The operation on Big Neck Disease, which started at 2 pm, only lasted for 10 minutes. All the nurses started to admire Chen Qun's foresight, so they prepared a blood transfusion equipment and a large amount of hemostatic gauze in advance.    

Although Chen Qun had clamped a few large blood vessels in advance, the amount of blood flowing out of the tumor far exceeded the amount a normal person would lose. Three and a half liters of blood were drawn from the three straws, not counting the blood that had been removed by the hemostatic stick.    

If a normal person only had 5 liters of blood in their body, he would have at least 4 liters of blood here. That huge tumor was like a blood bag, dragging along his waist. No wonder the other doctors didn't dare to operate it.    

The top students, who had been robbed by Chen Qun and lost their ability to move around, had now snuck into the surgical team of Chen Qun and started acting as assistants. They were most interested in having such a large tumor removed. Naturally, they didn't hesitate to use their team members' identities to drive away Doctor of Impatient Department.    

Originally, Chen Qun even specially informed his girlfriend. In the end, Miss Dongfang said that he had something on these few days and was busy tidying up his old man so he didn't have time to come over. Chen Qun felt a pang in his heart. After thinking for a long time, he didn't know how to face his girlfriend's notorious father. In the end, he could only be an ostrich and ignore it.    

Chen Qun took a glance at the patient's blood pressure and frowned slightly. "Prepare 20 units of concentrated red blood cells and add the cryopreserved plasma and platelet."    

His vigilance grew. He was now a genuine grandmaster of hemostasis, a grandmaster of cutting open a random grandmaster, and he had practiced this technique twice before, causing four liters of blood to flow out. If it were any other doctor, they would have failed the operation long ago since they were unable to cope with all kinds of blood vessels in the tumor.    

However, the current condition of the operation exceeded what he had experienced during his training. A new symptom gradually appeared on the diagnostic panel in the corner of his eye — the release of systemic proinflammatory cytokines.    

Before he could see clearly, he heard the sound of various alarms.    

"Breathing normally!"    

"No major bleeding or acute blood loss!"    

Zhou Lin, who acted as the assistant, and Zhao Xue, who acted as the instrument nurse, immediately reported the situation.    

"It should be distributed shock. We should check it now and prepare for shock recovery!"    

Chi Hong, who was watching the computer simulation system at the side, also gave her conclusion and diagnosis.    

Only then did Chen Qun deeply feel that with this system, what kind of things could he do and how many miracles could he create? This was because a lot of times, there were seven, eight, or even a dozen reasons for the operation's occurrence. Even the most experienced Surgery Doctor would make a wrong judgement at times, and that often meant they failed the operation.    

"No, it should be a cytokine storm. Take a look at the seventh number on the display. The white blood cell index has increased by 2% in 10 seconds. It should be a response of the whole body's immune system to the phenomenon of massive bleeding, resulting in an anti-inflammatory response. "    

Huang Haitao, who was watching the big screen in the observation room next door, gave another answer.    

The moment he said that, Fellow Yang Xiaoquan, who seemed to be dozing off on the side, immediately started to sing the opposite tune to him.    

"In my opinion, after cutting off the blood supply system of the tumor, it would lead to a post-embolic syndrome. I would need to immediately inject the internal artery with Ricardin, add 100 milliliters of methylprednisolone, and also inject the antibiotics."    

In the face of Yang Xiaoquan's unquestionable authority determination, Wu chose to fight back head on.    

"Elder Yang, this time I agree with Teacher Huang. Look, within two seconds, the leukaemia index has increased by another 1%. "Immediately clamp the aorta to slow down the rate at which the tumor is supplying blood, and it will naturally slow down the release speed of the cytokines."    

Yang Xiaoquan immediately stood up and shouted.    

"Foolish brat, I'm afraid you have lost your mind. Don't you know that without the supply of blood from the aorta, the patient's brain will become necrotic! If you succeed in the operation again, then you will die! "    

Chen Qun gave his answer without any hesitation.    

"I've come across this problem once, and we've found the right solution, which is to clamp it every few minutes to ensure that the patient has enough oxygen in his brain to operate on. I will complete the removal within the next ten minutes. No. 10 scalpel, Hemostatic Forceps! "    

Chen Qun turned around and performed the operation with confidence, completely ignoring Yang Xiaoquan. However, he knew that Elder Yang reminded him out of good intentions, but he didn't know that Elder Yang was a man who had taken advantage of his own efforts. Elder Yang knew that Elder Yang was the cause of the disease and had simulated surgery just now to find the correct solution.    

It was just that due to time constraints, Chen Qun accelerated the separation of connective tissue and nerve tissue, giving up his favorite blunt separation, and immediately used sharp dissecting techniques to quickly cut off the remaining various membrane webs, fibers, and other messy tendons and nodes.    

In less than three minutes, only two blood vessels were left in the part of the neck where the tumor was connected, one above and one below a millimetre apart.    

"Prepare the sling arm. Chi Hong, you will be responsible for cutting off these two blood vessels with scissors. I will immediately perform the suture of the incision on the front end. One by one. "Needle holder, tweezers!"    

Chen Qun took the black scissors that Zhao Xue handed over and stuffed the largest model "Big Scissor" into Chi Hong's hands without hesitation.    

Female Bookworm was a little surprised at first, but then she felt a little happy. She knew that Chen Qun deliberately gave her the chance to have the main knife to her, half of it was to train her surgical abilities, and the other half was to stop the bleeding as soon as possible as he said. Otherwise, the front part of the two blood vessels would have been clamped with two titanium pincers and no major bleeding would occur.    

She hurriedly wore scissors slightly longer than the length of her palm on her thumb and ring finger. She felt that even if she wore gloves, she would still be able to feel a cold aura emanating from the special steel instruments. He focused his mind and calmed his breathing. Then, he gently cut the thumb sized vein into two pieces.    

Chen Qun immediately took the needle holder and sewed half of the blood vessel like a butterfly. The stitching time was no longer than fifty seconds, as if it had been stitched countless times.    

This was the wondrous change that happened after he upgraded his Suture Skill to Grandmaster. No matter how fast he moved, he gave people a feeling of ease. The ethereal feeling made everyone feel that he was not in a hurry, but was holding back some energy.    

"Cut the rest of the needle. Stick close to the tip of my needle and cut!"    

Chen Qun pointed at the location with the needle. Chi Hong tapped the largest pair of "scissors" in the toolbox lightly, and it made an almost inaudible "Kacha" sound. It came from her heart. She couldn't help but have the urge to continue using these extremely sharp little scissors to cut something a few more times to make it more comfortable.    

This kind of feeling, this kind of feeling, was more pleasant to listen to than any other sound.    

All of a sudden, Female Bookworm understood why the ancient Wu Xi liked to hear the sound of silk being torn apart. Perhaps, after the surgery, he could use these scissors to cut all kinds of clothes in the dorm to his heart's content. Then he would find Zhao Xue to make a pair of scissors and use it to cut things.    

Chi Hong had just come up with this strange idea. She knew that it must be because she had been under too much pressure for a long time and needed something to relieve her stress. This pair of scissors just happened to provide her with a way to vent.