Under the control of Wu Xiangdong, the suture needle changed its position back and forth, and the needle was inserted decisively and quickly. The silk thread was more like turning into a black dragon in the air, swinging its slender body left and right.

One stitch, two stitches, three stitches...

Wu Xiangdong sewed faster and faster, and his whole body seemed to be in some kind of extreme state, which made him perform the operation more focused.

The assistant on the side held his breath when he saw this scene. The vascular forceps in his hands tightened the traction wires prepared by Wu Xiangdong. In his opinion, even his slightest breath might be possible.

Affecting Wu Xiangdong's operations.

Gradually, beads of sweat began to cover his forehead. This extremely intensive operation consumes a lot of energy and physical strength. The assistant did not dare to relax at all. Even though he was sweating profusely, the pulling arm still did not move at all.

Because he knew in his heart that during Wu Xiangdong's continuous sutures, any change in the strength of the black thread he was responsible for pulling would cause uneven stress on the intestines, causing intestinal hernia.

At this time, the only sound left in the entire operating room was the sound of instruments running. Under Wu Xiangdong's superb operation, everyone even forgot to blink.

As each stitch is sutured to the submucosal layer of the intestine, it is drilled out from the opposite side, and finally tied with a short thread. In just a moment, the suture of the anterior wall is completed.

Wu Xiangdong reversed the direction and used the same method to suture the posterior wall of the intestine.

Subsequently, several needle-seromuscular sutures were performed to complete the double-layer end-to-end anastomosis.

"Loose intestine forceps to check whether there is any exposed intestinal fluid in the intestine and the patency of the anastomosis."

After Wu Xiangdong said this, he put the needle and thread aside, then used his hands on the left and right to grab the intestinal forceps that were clamped on both sides.

He used his thumb and ring finger to control the handle of the intestinal forceps, applying slight pressure to gradually loosen the jaws of the forceps on the intestines.

At this time, everyone's hearts were already in their throats. They stared nervously at the intestines in the surgical field.

There was a crisp clicking sound in my ears, which was the sound of the metal hooks in the jaws of the intestinal forceps loosening.

At this time, the tightly closed intestinal tube is completely loosened with the intestinal forceps, and the shriveled intestinal body begins to gradually fill with the flow of intestinal juice.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

As the intestines began to peristalt normally, no intestinal fluid flowed out of the sutured surface, and even the anastomosis remained intact, as if the operation had never been performed.

"Damn it, Doctor Wu, you are so awesome. Look at this pink small intestine. There are still some signs of necrosis. It's as good as new."

"Who says it isn't? It's the first time I've seen an intestinal anastomosis so perfect. It's incredible."

The originally silent operating room suddenly erupted into a burst of warm cheers, and everyone's hanging hearts finally dropped. The smiles on their faces, their admiration for Wu Xiangdong's surgery, and the words of praise in their hearts were all written on their faces.

The assistant who had been responsible for the pulling at this time was even more shocked. Since he was closest to Wu Xiangdong, he could naturally see Wu Xiangdong's operations in the surgical field more clearly.

The continuous suturing of the front and rear walls of the intestine is the most test of a person's ability. It is rare to be able to complete the operation smoothly and quickly.

However, the assistant discovered something shocking through closer observation.

Every stitch Wu Xiangdong sutured, even the distance between the needles, was the same. The densely packed stitches on the intestines were arranged in an orderly and neat manner. In the eyes of the assistant, this was not a small intestine, it was simply a piece of ingenious art.

Taste.

"In my opinion, this is like operating a precision instrument, and it doesn't look like an operation that can be completed by humans at all."

At this time, the assistant looked at the intestinal tube that had returned to normal operation, and his whole body was numb.

"Tsk, a group of guys who have never seen the world, what's so surprising about this? It's just Wu Xiangdong's normal operation."

Looking at the stunned audience, Wan Zhihua, who had been monitoring the patient's condition at the bedside, looked like he was watching a show.

As someone who has been there, he finally had the opportunity to see others showing such unbearable expressions today. After working with Wu Xiangdong for so long, he was almost used to a scene like today.

At this time, Wu Xiangdong pursed his lips and breathed slightly. The smooth suturing just now consumed some of his energy.

"You are responsible for the finishing work. I will go and tell the family about the current situation."

But just when he adjusted his condition and was about to step down, he found that his assistant had not moved for a long time, which made him look at the opposite side with a puzzled expression.

"What's wrong?"

Facing the inquiry, the assistant looked embarrassed. He hesitated and said: "Sorry... I'm sorry... my fingers don't work."

On the operating table, the assistant's fingers were shaking at a high frequency.

This is caused by exerting force for a long time and maintaining one posture for too long, resulting in local finger nerve disorder and muscle tremors.

"Don't be nervous. Don't worry. Just relax. You'll be fine soon."

Wu Xiangdong had experienced this kind of embarrassment before, so he did not rush his assistant, but gave him more time to adapt.

But at this time, the assistant's mentality was obviously a bit broken. He was just helping Wu Xiangdong pull a string and act as a traction. He hadn't done anything else yet, yet he actually made such a fool of himself.

On the other hand, Wu Xiangdong underwent laparotomy, resection and suturing, which required a hundred times more energy and intensity than him, but in the end it was him who got into trouble.

"I haven't been able to help with anything, and I'm holding everyone back. It's so useless..."

The assistant got worse and worse as he thought about it, and his hands kept shaking. In a situation like this, it was obviously not suitable for him to continue working on the stage.

When Wu Xiangdong saw this, he sighed. He didn't expect that his concentrated operation would actually destroy other people's mentality.

He had no choice but to ask his assistant to step down first, change his gloves, and start the finishing work again.

At this time, the patient's vital signs had gradually stabilized under Wu Xiangdong's surgery, and the dosage of vasoactive drugs on site was gradually reduced as the blood pressure increased.

As the patient's small intestine was stuffed back into the abdominal cavity, Wu Xiangdong took out the gauze and manually loosened the surrounding intestinal tubes. This was to prevent the patient from adhesions due to slow intestinal peristalsis in the later stage.

At this moment, Wu Xiangdong suddenly saw that the protruding vermiformis in the ileocecal part seemed to be swollen and inflamed.

"Um?"

Wu Xiangdong raised his eyebrows, and his strange behavior also attracted the attention of the equipment nurse on the operating table, who asked concernedly: "Doctor Wu, what's wrong?"

"It's okay. You need to prepare 4000ml of lavage solution first. You need to disinfect it again before closing the patient's abdomen."
Chapter completed!