Chapter 771: I am level...very high

The voice of Zheng Ren came and listened to Su Yun’s ear, which is a biological necessity, as if it were the will of the great universe.
He saw that Professor Yang did not dare to start.
In that case, who dares to start? Without the field of surgery, the gray-white vesicle wall that was taken away from the cystic fluid covered the softly on the liver door, and did not know what was inside.
The only thing to do is to trim the vesicle wall a little, expose the field of view, and then decide what to do.
The operation time is infinitely extended, the patient itself is in a state of shock, and the ventilator assisted breathing for too long, even after the operation is successful, the postoperative situation is not known.
This cargo is finally here!
Su Yun clenched his fist in his right hand and pressed it a little.
Although he has always discouraged Zheng Ren from participating, he still has a desire in his heart.
At this moment, Su Yun forgot the medical dispute, just a pure doctor.
Professor Yang is in a dilemma. When he hears someone, he is happy.
However, he immediately thought that the people who are qualified to perform surgery at home are on the front line. No one can do it except himself, and no one can do it.
Even if he can't do it, his mood will soon fade.
Yang Rui looked back and said that the person’s eyebrows seemed to have met each other. Because he had a sterile cap, he didn't see it at all.
However, between the thoughts, Professor Yang remembers who it is.
"you are……"
"Zheng Ren."
There was no sound in the operating room, only the mechanical ventilation of the ventilator and the alarm of the drip of the monitor went one after another, confirming that this is a living world.
"Mr. Yang, I am a professional student, level... very high." Zheng Ren said very seriously.
Anyone else say this?
Do you say that you are very high?
Still shameless? !
Su Yun bowed his head, but unfortunately could not see the black hair in front of his forehead. This boss is really embarrassed, if I change myself, I will definitely say the main points of the surgery directly, first shock the audience.
He has no doubt that Zheng Ren can do this kind of difficult surgery, but this way of appearance... Boss, you are too inferior.
All said so, who can say no to the nomination of a nomination for the Nobel Prize? And it’s just an assistant. Temporary guest appearances as assistants, this kind of thing is common, and it is not a matter of jealousy.
When Zheng Ren saw everyone's silence, he thought it was the default. He turned to brush his hand.
Soon, he brushed his hands back, disinfected, and put on his surgical gown. Su Yun followed, gave him the surgical gown and pulled the clothes corner. "Boss, you have to be confident."
"Well? I am not confident enough?" Zheng Ren is strange.
"..." Su Yun shook his head, so many people would not marry him.
"Dong Dong, let me give you a place." Su Yun and Zheng Ren finished, seeing him standing behind the assistant is watching, they said.
Dong Jia stunned, this Zheng boss is to be a help?
Although some are puzzled, Dong Jia did not refute. In love with reason, he is only a general hospital, although he is older than Zheng Ren, he has to give Zheng Ren enough respect.
Professor Yang did not notice the dialogue. He took the scissors and was carefully cutting the cystic gray film.
"What color is the drainage fluid?" Zheng Ren came up and asked.
"Colorless and transparent liquid." Dong always replied.
Zheng Ren nodded, which means that there is no bile duct paralysis, and the experimental simulation of the system operating room is as good as ever.
Zheng Ren glanced at the situation and knew which step the operation had taken.
In this operation, he simulated in the system operating room for a month. Although a lot of failures in the early stage, but gradually began to succeed.
Almost all of the surgery training time was exhausted, but Zheng Ren was already familiar with the chest for this operation.
Professor Yang and Dong Jia each took a traction line, and Zheng Ren reached out and said, "Dong Dong, let me come."
The traction line is sewn on the wall of the capsule, and the traction line is pulled up with a certain force to avoid damage to the liver tissue when the capsule is opened.
Neither Professor Yang nor Dong Jia dared to pull the traction line too hard. Because the whole liver tissue and the wall of the capsule look very brittle, I am afraid that a force will break a certain tissue and cause bleeding.
Dong Jia is a bit strange, no one can change. However, he has an inexplicable respect for Zheng Ren, perhaps because of Fang Lin’s rescue, perhaps because of the Nobel Prize.
Handed the traction line to Zheng Ren, Dong Jia stared at it.
The strength has increased by more than 50, and the wall of one wall is slightly deformed. The heart of Dong Jia’s heart is like a beating when the sinus arrhythmia is not uniform.
Just want to remind Zheng Ren, Dong Jia saw the scissors in the hands of Professor Yang slightly, and then began to work.
The field of vision is so good... just do it, can you?
The time for the question to appear is not long.
After cutting, Zheng Ren changed the angle with the right hand of the traction line again, and the field of the deeper position was exposed.
The same operation as the turtle speed finally returned to normal and began to get up.
The more Dong Jia Yue was surprised, the more his assistant, he had nothing to say.
Professor Yang’s next step is to make Zheng Ren always expose a little bit of time in advance to expose the field of that position.
With the traction line, with the hemostatic forceps, with the hook of the appendix, and even with gauze, the advance amount is just right, the surgeon only needs to do the simplest work.
Looking at it, Dong Jia was puzzled.
There are a few points, Professor Yang does not seem to realize that Zheng Ren exposed his surgery when he was confused, and Professor Yang continued to separate the vesicles.
This……
Is the level high enough?
Dong Jia stood next to Zheng Ren and gradually got up.
Here, originally the position of Sanzhu, after Zheng Ren replaced Dong Jia as a helper, Dong Jia did not go to Professor Yang as a second assistant, but stood close to the instrument station.
At the beginning, I can do something to help.
But soon, Dong Jia found him... nothing to do.
And Zheng Ren is still comfortable, no words, all the meanings are expressed in body language.
How to do it~EbookFREE.me~ He will expose his vision in advance, and Professor Yang can just follow it.
Looking at it is a surgery by Professor Yang, but Dong Jiadong always thinks that Zheng Ren is the master knife.
He mastered the rhythm of surgery and made a sputum, cautious, and thin ice surgery simple and smooth.
Just thinking, suddenly, the surgery paused.
The smooth operation suddenly stopped, like a person standing on a high-speed car, moving forward with inertia.
So sad……
Nearly ten doctors are watching the stage, and they all feel the same.
Zheng Ren took the traction line with his right hand and extended his left hand. But the left hand is empty, the equipment nurse looks at it, I don't know what Zheng Ren needs.
"Sponge pliers." Zheng Ren whispered "That... Su Yun, go to the Iraqi people, or ask her to come to the surgery."