For a moment, everyone who was still preparing supplies for the patient in the operating room was stunned. They looked embarrassed, and even the operations in their hands slowed down, as if the entire air had frozen.

"What, is there a problem?"

As the chief surgeon on the operating table, Wu Xiangdong soon discovered that the atmosphere in the operating room was somewhat different. He looked at everyone with a puzzled face.

"Ahem, this is Dr. Wang Jia from the Department of Obstetrics and Gynecology. He was promoted to chief physician this year. He is the backbone of the department and the leader of new technologies in Obstetrics and Gynecology."

In the end, it was Wan Zhihua who broke the embarrassment. Although he knew what Wu Xiangdong was like, his words just now inevitably gave people a feeling of arrogance. After all, it was easy for people to misunderstand if the future director of the Department of Obstetrics and Gynecology was to take action.

"Wang Jia?" Wu Xiangdong was stunned. Of course he knew who Wang Jia was. After all, in this era of 1999, there was no distinction between senior and deputy positions. As the chief physician of a department, his status was already very high.

But why did she appear in the operating room and actually press the patient's incision herself? This seemed a little wrong.

Wu Xiangdong raised his eyebrows. Before he could speak, the latter raised his head and looked at Wu Xiangdong.

"Did you perform this cesarean section?" Wang Jia's expression was serious. She stared at Wu Xiangdong closely, her eyes bright, as if she wanted to see through him at a glance.

However, Wang Jia's seemingly intimidating momentum was a bit funny to Wu Xiangdong. After all, this level of pressure was simply too childish for him.

"That's right, Doctor Wang, I performed this operation. The situation was urgent at the time, and I had no choice but to save people." Wu Xiangdong said calmly, his expression unchanged, as if he was describing a very ordinary thing.

Wang Jia looked at him for a long time and didn't see any clues from his expression. However, Wu Xiangdong was too young. It was really suspicious to complete such an operation with his qualifications, so Wang Jia asked again without giving up:

"I didn't say that your surgery was wrong. It's just that this surgery is too specialized, and the surgery you used is a new technology that we have just entered the exploratory stage. How did you do this kind of surgery that has not yet entered clinical practice?

Arrived?"

Wang Jia got straight to the point and directly introduced the question to the topic. At this time, she had thousands of doubts in her heart and urgently needed Wu Xiangdong to give her answers. However, God was not kind to her. Before Wang Jia could finish her words, the patient's vital signs appeared to be problematic again.

Wu Xiangdong looked at the red data on the monitor and said in a deep voice: "Continuing to press can no longer achieve the effect of stopping bleeding. Fortunately, the pressure during this period has also suppressed the risk of major bleeding. Now that atropine has been administered, now

It’s time for suturing surgery.”

After saying that, Wu Xiangdong came to Wang Jia's side. This was the position of the chief surgeon. He naturally picked up the needle and thread on the operating table. His tall figure and determined eyes made Wang Jia instinctively lean aside. Only then did she react.

, Wu Xiangdong is getting ready to take the stage.

"I can tell you your problem, but now I need to complete the operation in front of me first." Wu Xiangdong looked at Wang Jia, his tone was very calm, and while he was talking, he had already reached into the patient's abdominal cavity with forceps and started suturing.

Wu Xiangdong's suturing steps were the same as Wang Jia's before, but the difference was that when he saw the individual sutures in the patient's muscle layer, Wu Xiangdong couldn't help but frown.

Overly conservative suturing methods like interrupted sutures were obviously inappropriate for this operation. Without saying anything, Wu Xiangdong directly picked up the blade on the side and picked out the originally tied sutures one by one.

As the dark black silk thread was pulled away from the patient's incision, Wang Jia, who was standing aside, felt that her lungs were about to explode. This was the incision that she had sutured with great difficulty, but Wu Xiangdong removed it so easily. It was simply too shocking.

Too much.

But before Wang Jia could speak, her eyes were fixed on that spot. She saw Wu Xiangdong holding a needle holder in his right hand, with a needle and thread clamped on it, and he was quickly puncturing the patient's incision muscle layer left and right.

A complete black thread swayed left and right at the incision under the leadership of the circular needle, looking like a black butterfly swinging its colorful wings.

"Is this continuous locking mattress suture?" Wang Jia was shocked again. She stared at the needle and thread in Wu Xiangdong's hand with her big eyes wide open.

The black line, which was as fast as an afterimage, had completed the suturing of the innermost incision under Wu Xiangdong's operation in just a moment.

At this time, Wang Jia no longer cared about any image. She stretched her neck and looked in. She saw that the distance between the needles on the muscle layer was almost the same, and the black threads attached to the needle eyes were intertwined neatly, as if

It has been integrated into the muscle texture.

Next, Wu Xiangdong used the needle holder to gently pull the reserved thread, and the entire suture shrank inward little by little. It was like a zipper, tightly fitting the muscles on both sides of the cut layer together.

Even the step of peeling is omitted.

When Wang Jia saw this, she was so shocked that she could not speak. In her opinion, this was no longer a job that a human could complete, but more like the operation of a precise instrument.

But just as Wang Jia was marveling, Wu Xiangdong sighed from the side. The latter looked at the incision he had sutured and couldn't help but shake his head. Such a simple continuous locking mattress suture actually gave him a chance in actual operation.

A strange feeling.

This is certainly due to the lack of assistants. After all, Wu Xiangdong was on stage in his previous life, and there was no need for him to do such finishing work. There would be a group of medical doctors in the audience rushing to complete it.

Of course, there is another reason. Although he is very experienced now, his practical ability cannot keep up. This is a typical case where actions cannot keep up with thinking.

"The hand is still raw. It seems that I must find opportunities to practice more in the future. Otherwise, the flexibility of the fingers cannot keep up, and some level 4 surgeries will not be possible."

Wu Xiangdong moved his fingers, and he could clearly feel that there was still a certain degree of stiffness between the joints, which affected his operation to a certain extent. Therefore, he needed additional training to solve this problem.

After all, surgeries can be divided into four levels based on technical difficulty, complexity and risk. The least difficult ones are level one surgeries, such as appendectomy, while the most difficult ones are level four surgeries, like pancreatic and duodenal resections.

Radical gastrectomy for gastric cancer, etc. These diseases are still ceiling-level surgeries in this era, and many hospitals cannot carry out them smoothly.

While Wu Xiangdong was planning a training plan for the future, he continued to perform suturing operations on the patient.

At this time, Wu Xiangdong discovered that the space in the surgical area that could only accommodate one hand suddenly became larger.

The clear vision and open operating space allowed Wu Xiangdong's suturing speed to increase again, and soon the suturing of the inner second layer of tissue was completed.
Chapter completed!