Mr. Meng turned his attention to the nearest director of burn surgery. The other party shook his head and said: "Mr. Meng, the patient has been debrided before he was sent here." At this time, Wang Ping suppressed his surprise and seized the opportunity to say: "It was done by a resident doctor in our hospital, this one, Xu Qiu!" Everyone present showed incredible expressions. Resident? At the beginning, even the chief doctor for debridement was scolded by Mr. Meng. The debridement skills of a resident doctor were so impressive that Mr. Meng was impressed! At this moment, countless complicated eyes fell on Xu Qiu. In the corner, Jia Le was also dumbfounded. Why is my old classmate, a resident doctor, treated differently from them!
… "good!" On the operating table, Meng Yingan gave a rare compliment. "You come to the front." Meng Ying'an raised her chin, and the third assistant quickly gave up his position to Xu Qiu. The operation continues. The difficulty of this operation is still very high! If you want to preserve the shape of your right upper limb, It must be cut and transplanted from other places with skin flaps. Conventionally there are two alternative flap sites. One is the back. But the abdomen. Because the patient is heavier, the abdominal fat tissue is more abundant... Using an abdominal skin flap will cause less harm to the patient, and the subsequent scar repair will be slightly faster. After weighing it, I finally chose the center of the upper abdomen. … In the operating room, time flies. One hour…… Two hours...
Three hours…… Everyone in the operating room was silent, staring at Mr. Meng's operation. From time to time someone exclaimed. "What a flexible z-shaped rotation method!" "This relative triangle scar contracture correction method is so skillful!" "Of course I'm proficient. This is a technique created by Mr. Meng!" "We have finally met the originator!" Xu Qiu also nodded silently. I have to say that Mr. Meng’s surgery was excellent. Even if he has a master's degree in skin flap transplantation, he can't find too many shortcomings. However, at this moment, Mr. Meng seemed to notice Xu Qiu's gaze, and suddenly raised his head and asked, "Do you have a better opinion?" At this moment, the atmosphere in the entire operating room dropped to freezing point! Everyone was frightened. Did this offend Mr. Meng? Wang Ping quickly smoothed things over and said: "Mr. Meng, the child I brought does not mean any harm..." Mr. Meng interrupted him and said, "Stop talking. Boy, you were frowning just now. What am I not doing well here?" Under the horrified eyes of everyone, Xu Qiu nodded slowly. He said without being arrogant or arrogant: "The rotation position of the skin flap has shifted a bit. If we continue to suture, the wound will be under great tension." "Um?" Meng Yingan frowned. He looked carefully. Then carefully compare the removed skin flap with the area to be anastomotic. After a moment, he shook his head and said, "I marked it before, and this angle is just right." Xu Qiu moved her hands. Meng Ying'an paused for a moment, and then said: "Come here." Only then did Xu Qiu and Ersuke change places back to back. He reached out and pressed the skin flap down slightly.
Suddenly, the wounds that were originally closely aligned began to shift. Meng Ying'an's eyes widened, and he immediately reacted, saying: "It's the original deep fascia of the right upper limb. During suturing, it will be compressed and squeezed, causing the skin flap to shift!" Xu Qiu nodded: "Yes." "Material that can be made!" Meng Yingan praised happily, and then said to Isuke: "You also go away and let... what is your name?" "Xu Qiu." "Let Xu Qiu be a helper!" Meng Ying'an ordered. Wang Ping stood on the outside with a shocked face and question marks on his head. Damn it! I was still watching from outside, why did you run to Mr. Meng’s side! He also squeezed out the director of his burn surgery department! At this moment, others were even more confused. Residency? Is this a resident doctor from Linhai No. 1 Hospital? ! Let no one live anymore! … … When the operation reached the fifth hour, Meng Yingan's speed slowed down significantly. This is an objective law that even doctors cannot defeat. A person's knowledge and experience may become richer and richer. But energy and physical strength will only continue to decline. Many people believe that the older a doctor is, the more capable he will be. On a diagnostic level, that may be true. However, the peak of surgical ability must be around forty years old. Even for Meng Ying'an himself, the peak period of surgery in his life was in his forties. Now, at nearly eighty years old, he can still perform surgeries. However, compared to before, whether it is concentration, endurance, control of hands, etc., they have dropped a lot. This is something that many outsiders don’t know -
For surgery, it is best to choose a deputy director who is around forty years old. These people have the best technology, the most energy, and the highest surgical success rate. but…… Mr. Meng was so powerful that even today, when his surgical skills have declined, he is still an unshakable mountain in the field of burn surgery. "Change your glasses." Mr. Meng shouted. The instrument nurse quickly replaced him with a pair of concave lenses to see the distant surgical site. "Change." The next moment, he changed the double convex lens to see the nearby transplant area. This is also the helplessness of getting older. Presbyopia and myopia. As a result, he needs to constantly change glasses during the operation to see the surgical site clearly. "Huh——" Twenty minutes later, Meng Yingan put down the stitches and closed his eyes to rest temporarily. His eyes were too dry, and the shadowless lamp shone for more than five hours, causing stinging in his eyes. The right hand arched in front of his chest was also shaking constantly. Meng Yingan sighed heavily. The difficulty of this operation was higher than he had overestimated...! Usually, he can only perform one operation lasting more than five hours in two days. He had already performed one operation last night. This morning, another difficult patient was sent in that was not planned... It was a bit overwhelmed. Meng Yingan opened his eyes and glanced at Xu Qiu. Can this kid... do it? As soon as this thought came up, Meng Yingan smiled self-deprecatingly. He was willing to take on this operation because no one else could do it except him. If he didn't take it, the patient would lose an arm. If a resident doctor could perform the operation...
The deputy director and director of the burn surgery department present were probably living like dogs! "Go on." After a short rest, Meng Ying'an decided to continue to carry the banner. Removing scars, Measuring vascular pedicles... Relaxing and cutting spasm bands... Slowly, Meng Ying'an's expression became more and more surprised. He found that Xu Qiu had prepared the surgical field in advance without his prompting, and his movements were smooth and without any pause! This was not tacit cooperation. But... the other party really had something in his mind! Could he really do a flap transplant? Just as Meng Ying'an was guessing, the monitor suddenly began to emit a harsh alarm! At this moment, everyone's heart was lifted again! What happened? —— PS: When I’m not busy in the hospital in a couple of days, I’ll write more for you. There will be free reminders and small gifts. Please vote more. Thank you!