"Chinese medicine surgery?" "What kind of medical technology is this? Why haven't I heard of it?" Lin Yi, who had just put on his surgical gown, looked up at Director Liang in confusion. He had no idea what the other party was talking about, and even in the system, he had never activated the relevant surgical skills... "Doctor Lin, you... you can't pretend to be confused when you know the truth!" Director Liang cried out in grievance when Lin Yi stared at him seriously. "Western medicine doctors know very well that the injured Principal Wang is so seriously injured." Director Liang pointed to Principal Wang lying in the ambulance, then pointed to his legs lying aside, and then continued. "Both legs are completely severed, and a large part of thigh tissue is missing. There is no possibility of any surgical reconnection at all!" "You need to undergo a limb reconnection operation now. I can't think of any other way except using the magical surgical methods of traditional Chinese medicine."
"Doctor Lin, you don't have to be modest. Even Mr. You has to call you Mr. You. In terms of traditional Chinese medicine attainments, you must have unique qualities that even academicians can't match." The more he talked, the more appreciative Director Liang looked at Lin Yi. Calm, decisive, and even more precious, not arrogant or impatient, he has so many excellent qualities in one person, and he is still ridiculously young. It would be unreasonable if such an excellent medical talent is not famous! No wonder even Academician You, who is not approachable by strangers, is so modest as to call him "Mr." This kid definitely has the natural potential to become a great doctor... "Even Academician You calls Dr. Lin "Mr."?" "If it is a Chinese medicine surgical method that we are not familiar with to reconnect the broken limb, then it is not surprising..." Listening to Director Liang's heartfelt praise and looking at the admiring look in the other's eyes, Zhuang Shu, with his eyes wide open, almost dropped his jaw in shock. What is the existence of Mr. You Changming? Even Zhuang Shu, who has returned from overseas, knows this well-known name. Academician You, who retired and re-employed, is not only the leader of the construction of Chinese medicine disciplines in the Central Hospital, but also a symbolic banner figure in the entire Long Province. As long as Mr. You is still there, the Long Province Chinese medicine community has a place in China. Such a master of medicine, who can truly be called a great master, actually calls the young and even unknown Lin Yi "Mr.". It can be seen that Mr. You's praise and recognition of Lin Yi has reached a high level. This also made Zhuang Shu more eager to learn from Lin Yi. Especially at the moment, this limb reattachment surgery performed in traditional Chinese medicine should be paid more attention to, so as to understand Lin Yi's various magical skills in the field of traditional Chinese medicine... "What kind of traditional Chinese medicine surgery is there!" "As long as the basic skills of Western medicine surgery are brought to the extreme, it can also turn decay into magic and minimize the possibility of complications for patients." "Forget it... whatever you want." "Start the operation immediately!" Seeing that the two did not believe his explanation at all, Lin Yi could only smile bitterly and announce the start of the operation. Facts speak louder than words. During the operation, the misunderstanding between the two will surely disappear...
"Director Liang, Doctor Zhuang, please each of you be responsible for the debridement of a broken leg, and make sure to thoroughly disinfect the wound surface and do your best to separate various tissues." "Understood!" Director Liang and Zhuang Shu replied seriously and immediately began to execute as instructed. Regardless of whether they have relevant technical experience in limb reattachment, as a director-level physician, they must be extremely familiar with human body tissues and are fully capable of these simple basic tasks. "Pockmarked." "Here, Dr. Lin." Under the ambulance, anesthesiologist Zhang Zhili, who was soaked by the rain, responded quickly. Knowing that Lin Yi was going to perform emergency surgery on the injured in the ambulance, Zhang Zhili, as a professional anesthesiologist in the research team, had been waiting for instructions by the car early. "The space in the car is limited, so I can only trouble Teacher Zhang to be more diligent." "Give the injured anesthesia and ensure that there is no possibility of waking up in at least half an hour." In theory, for large-scale operations of this level, anesthesiologists who maintain the vital signs of patients must monitor on site at all times. However, the space in the ambulance is limited, and there is really no place for anesthesiologists to stand. Lin Yi can only settle for the second best and let the other party monitor up and down at any time beside the car... "Without a professional anesthesia monitoring machine, I dare not guarantee that the anesthetic will last accurately for half an hour based on experience alone." When giving the injured an intravenous anesthesia, Zhang Zhili talked about the difficulties. There was no preoperative conversation, and the patient's tolerance to anesthesia could not be estimated. He could only use the medicine roughly based on experience, and could not achieve the accuracy required by the surgeon. "It doesn't matter if it's not accurate. I will remind you in time if the dosage is not enough." Lin Yi replied indifferently, as long as the injured person would not wake up inexplicably during the entire operation. I was afraid that at the critical moment of the operation, the injured person would suddenly wake up and see a group of strangers chopping his legs with a big knife. Those with poor tolerance would be scared silly on the spot. Fortunately, Lin Yi's system prompts would also give corresponding reminders when the anesthesia is insufficient or the injured person's body function is unstable, eliminating the possibility of accidents during the operation... "I know, Dr. Lin." "You should call me Ma Zi. Teacher Zhang sounds strange!" After confirming that the injured person had entered deep anesthesia and that all body functions were stable, Zhang Zhili, who jumped out of the car, emphasized the name again. Lin Yi did not comment, and his attention was already focused on the wounds of the injured person's bilateral thigh amputations. When Zhuang Shu and the other two finished cleaning one leg each, he had to ensure that the wounds on both legs on this side of the body were completely cleaned, and seamlessly connected to the next real continuation... The ambulance became quiet in an instant, and the three doctors went all out and did their best to complete the cleaning work in the shortest time. Zhang Zhili, Fang Xiaoran and other medical staff who were on standby at any time under the car also tried their best to hold their breath and stare at the progress of the doctors in the car nervously, for fear of disturbing their actions. The weather also began to improve. The violent storm suddenly turned into a gentle drizzle, and even gradually dissipated. Even the moon had half of its head out from the dark clouds, and the bright moonlight illuminated the entire rescue site... "Doctor Lin, we found a serious problem." Zhuang Shu and Director Liang almost finished the debridement of their broken legs. After measuring, both sides found a serious problem.
"The length of the left leg is obviously at least 4 centimeters longer than the right leg." "If the reconnection is successful, it is very likely to cause the patient to have serious leg length difference." After checking the data again, Zhuang Shu hurriedly frowned and told the result. "Cut off another 4 centimeters from the wound surface of the left leg, and make sure that the length of the two legs is the same." Lin Yi didn't even raise his head, took a look at the wounds of both legs that were almost flush with the debridement, and decisively gave instructions...