It was an hallucination. I was too tired, and the hallucination that my heart was not supplied with blood and too much pressure caused it. Wang Chengfa's first thought appeared in his mind.

But then he turned his neck and his eyes fell on the TV screen.

On the top of the pleura, a fingernail-sized rupture is bleeding. The thoracoscopic lens is clearly visible, and the position is so good that it looks like a posing.

A drop of blood dripped, Wang Chengfa didn't believe it, and kept staring at the screen.

Soon, another drop of arterial blood gathered at the breaking point and flowed out in a few seconds. Wang Chengfa saw it clearly and instantly had a layer of white-haired sweat on his back.

He knew what the problem was.

Just now, when Zhou Congwen reminded that there was no blood coagulation in the rinsed warm salt water, Wang Chengfa looked down on it, thinking that he was deliberately provoking his authority.

But now the camera "countered" to see the rupture of the top of the pleura, Wang Chengfa was stunned for a moment.

The patient should have had pneumothorax before. After conservative treatment, there was adhesion between the lungs and the pleura, and the tip of the lungs and the top of the pleura were adhered together.

During spontaneous pneumothorax, gas overflowed and crushed the lungs, which was equivalent to a great force that separated the adhesion position, causing the pleura on the top of the pleura torn.

Although the trauma is not serious, it is definitely bleeding from the capillaries depending on the situation.

There is no more bleeding, and if there is a little more, you should be able to detect it yourself. If there is a little less, you may have healed on your own.

It’s so fucking, why is Zhou Congwen so lucky! Wang Chengfa was cursing in his heart.

I have no vision and can't even help the mirror, but I just put it casually and saw the bleeding spots directly.

If the pleural top is open, it is easy to see, but if the thoracoscopy is so far, it requires the camera to be sideways. If you don’t check it for a while, Zhou Congwen happened to see it.

Wang Chengfa was so angry that he almost didn't squirt it out in his mouth.

Others also noticed this, and Shen Lang was extremely surprised, but after confirming that Director Wang had missed the bleeding point, Zhou Congwen said it correctly, he immediately lowered his head and pretended not to see anything.

The tour nurse stood behind Wang Chengfa, "Director Wang, is he bleeding?"

Wang Chengfa nodded helplessly.

He was bleeding brightly, and Wang Chengfa really didn't have the courage to point a deer as a horse, and forced himself to step down.

"Prepare to stitch it." Wang Cheng said in a deep voice.

If you open your chest, Wang Chengfa wouldn't care about the tear hole with a big fart. However, the suture of thoracoscopic surgery requires special equipment, and the feeling of sewing is different from the suture of open chest.

Wang Chengfa had a headache, but he could only do it with his teeth.

It took a full 5 minutes to stitch a basic "8" character. When it was completed, Wang Chengfa felt a little weak.

The hell is a thoracoscopy, I won’t do anything in the future. If I open my chest, I can just press my lungs with my hands and I can see the rupture of the top of the pleura.

However, the operation of thoracoscopy is quite unfamiliar to an old doctor like Wang Chengfa. He does not have enough cases to accumulate experience, and has passed the peak period of learning new technologies. He can only use the experience of opening the chest to explore a little bit.

So much so that he missed the pleural top and made Zhou Congwen catch it right away. Wang Chengfa thought of it again.

Although Zhou Congwen didn't say a word, Wang Chengfa felt countless pairs of eyes staring at him, and a mocking voice came faintly around him.

No more fucking, I won’t do thoracoscopy, let this flashy technique go to hell!

It would be great to have a big surgery. If the patient in front of him had a big surgery, there would definitely be no accident.

Faced with the boredom in his heart, Wang Chengfa checked carefully and confirmed that there was no omission, so he started to close his chest.

However, thoracoscopy has its own benefits. The time for chest closure is very short. Three stitches were sutured in a few minutes and the operation was announced to be over.

Wang Chengfa ran away without looking back. It was not until he left that the atmosphere in the operating room relaxed a little.

"Congwen, how did you find out?" Shen Lang asked in a low voice.

"What did you discover? I can't see anything." Zhou Congwen denied.

"..." Shen Lang vaguely felt something was wrong, but he couldn't say what was wrong.

Zhou Congwen couldn't see the TV screen at all, and he didn't know where the apnea lens was facing. It probably happened, but this was too coincidental.

Shen Lang occasionally has the opportunity to be a helper, and he knows the difficulties of holding a mirror.

Suppose Director Wang found the rupture in the top of the pleural tract and asked himself to take the camera to find the location, he would probably not be able to find it in a few minutes.

This is better to look for it when watching the TV with vision.

Zhou Congwen had no vision at all, and could see it just by just a little bit. This is not what luck is.

Alas, Shen Lang was a little worried.

I should have talked to Zhou Congwen earlier. It is meaningless to contradict the director like this, and it will only make my future path narrower and narrower.

When the anesthesiologist Liu Wei saw Wang Cheng sending him away, he smiled and said, "Dr. Zhou, it's amazing. You can see bleeding spots at will."

"I didn't see it." Zhou Congwen said lightly.

"Tsk tsk, your Lao Wang's face turned black. I heard from the doctors of the People's Hospital that Lao Wang's face would usually curse people whenever he was black. Once, the nurse did not run away. Lao Wang cursed the operating room with a dark face, and it took him four hours to curse."

"I can't see anything, why should he scold me?" Zhou Congwen asked at Liu Wei.

"Yes, you're right." Liu Wei only felt that Zhou Congwen's luck was so good, and he didn't think much about it.

After urging to wake up and extubate the tube, Zhou Congwen helped Shen Lang lift the patient onto the flat car. He did not follow him, but changed his clothes and prepared to go home.

Generally speaking, at this time, you have to go back to the department and brush your face in front of Wang Chengfa to deepen the director's impression of him.

But Zhou Congwen was too lazy to deal with it, so he came to the locker room, picked up a piece of white Ganoderma lucidum and took a sip of it happily.

The laparoscopy level in 2002 was really poor. Zhou Congwen felt that he would do better than Wang Chengfa to perform surgery on his feet.

Under the suppression of the old directors, laminoscope technology has never been able to make rapid progress.

In the last life, the development of this technology will have to wait until the old directors gradually withdraw from the stage of history, and the younger generations will develop laparoscopic technology on a large scale.

Zhou Congwen has a doctor who goes out to run a flying knife, and the local hospital needs to open 4 operating rooms.

All the surgery rooms were almost opened together. After going up, the cutting and stapler were cut directly, including lobectomy, which was cut directly after several cuts.

Four groups of people could not serve him alone, and he had to rest for a few minutes.

That's the operation. Including the anesthesia time, it's basically one hour each, unlike now.

It still takes progress. Zhou Congwen turned the disposable lighter with his left hand and Yan Youran held his right hand.

Smoking, taking a shower, and not perfunctory Wang Chengfa, Zhou Congwen took his hands behind his back and limped home.

When he walked to the top of the building, the owner of the lottery shop far away waved to him, "Doctor Zhou!"
Chapter completed!