The Surgeon's Studio Chapter 853 - Music in the Operating Theater

Chapter 853: Music in the Operating Theater

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

This was an unexpected surprise. It was beyond Zheng Ren’s expectations.

Could it be the effect of +16 Luck? Zheng Ren abhorred the System. He did not explain anything. He had no way to predict in advance and could not maximize the effect.

However, there was nothing he could do. This was how the System worked.

He chatted with Professor Yang along the way and finalized some details. Professor Yang was also very generous. He said that he would directly tell the patient’s family about the live broadcast of the surgery.

For the live broadcast of the surgery, communicating with the patient’s family from the very beginning and telling them before the surgery had a completely different effect.

If Professor Yang could do this, it would be another surprise for Zheng Ren.

Professor Yang was in a hurry to go out to the clinic. There was already a mountain of patients there. No matter what, he had to finish with today’s number before he could get off work.

There was no need to think about going home on time. After he finished seeing the patients who had registered for their hospital appointments, he had to go to the ICU to see the patients for the day. Only then could he be considered done.

When Zheng Ren arrived at the operating room, he saw that the genitourinary surgery was nearing its end.

The adrenal tumor was separated very cleanly. Where there was erosion, a section of the tumor was cut off. The whole kidney was not removed.

On the monitor, the patient’s vital signs were stable. After the adrenal tumor was removed, there were no complications such as a small probability of the blood pressure suddenly dropping or disappearing.

Chief Yu saw Zheng Ren standing behind Chief Miao and said with a smile, “Boss Zheng, were you at the emergency room just now?”

“Yes, it was a malignant high fever,” Zheng Ren said softly as he looked at the surgical field in the operative view.

“Boss Zheng, do you have any knowledge on such a rare disease in the Anesthesiology Department?” Chief Miao put the cutting and suturing machine aside, turned around, and left the stage. He looked Zheng Ren in the face.

“I’ve seen it in a journal. I know a little about it,” Zheng Ren said respectfully as he made way for Chief Miao.

“Young man, you have a good memory.” Chief Miao did not have much of an expression on his face. The first and second a.s.sistants were in charge of finis.h.i.+ng up the surgery while he went to another operating room.

The patient’s skin had already been peeled open, and was waiting to have his kidney sectioned.

Zheng Ren just smiled and did not leave with Chief Miao. He was not interested in the Department of Genitourinary Surgery. It was only because this patient had partic.i.p.ated in the consultation of the whole hospital that he came up to take a look.

He did not expect to encounter a rare malignant high fever.

Chief Yu waited for Chief Miao to walk out before he chuckled and asked, “Boss Zheng, what is malignant high fever?”

He was not in the Anesthesiology Department, so it was normal for him to not know what malignant high fever was.

Even if he was in the Anesthesiology Department, 90% of the people did not know what malignant high fever was. After all, it was a rare complication. Moreover, once the disease developed…it was basically incurable.

If he knew too much and could not do anything about it, he would be in trouble.

“Malignant high fever is not a matter for the Surgery Department,” Zheng Ren subconsciously thought of himself as a doctor in general surgery and said very naturally.

“It is the only inherited disease that can cause death during the perioperative period due to the use of conventional anesthetics.

“It is a subclinical muscular disease. In other words, the patient usually has no abnormal symptoms. During the general anesthesia process, after coming into contact with volatile inhalation anesthetics and depolarizing muscle relaxants, the skeletal muscles will tense up, producing a large amount of energy and causing the body temperature to continue to rise rapidly.”

“Is it easy to treat?”

“It’s not. If it weren’t for the fact that the Anesthesiology Department of Concorde was researching the diagnosis of malignant hyperthermia and dantrolene, this patient would probably have died,” Zheng Ren told the truth.

“Just now, Lao He went to take a look. When he came back, he said that you were commanding the resuscitation.” Chief Yu glanced at the anesthesiologist and said, “You gave me a fright.”

The anesthesiologist’s surname was He. He was the Lao He that Chief Yu was talking about.

He had been looking at Zheng Ren the whole time. Even now, he still could not believe it. He lowered his voice and said, “Boss Zheng, when I went in, I saw our chief squatting to look at the urine volume. I was scared out of my wits.”

“…” Zheng Ren could not continue.

“Our chief usually scolds the head whenever he says something wrong. How did you do that?” Lao He looked around sneakily, especially behind him. He looked around three times and only spoke after he confirmed that the chief was not around.

If he were to gossip behind the chief’s back, if he were to appear behind him unknowingly, the cancer of awkwardness would erupt and spread throughout his body.

Lao He was also careful. It seemed that he had been reprimanded by Chief Xu of the Anesthesiology Department many times.

Zheng Ren recalled for a moment but did not have any memory.

“I don’t know either. I went to take a look and confirmed that it was a malignant high fever. Then, I started the resuscitation. This kind of illness is not common. I reckon that the people present did not have much experience and only said a few words.” Zheng Ren thought about it now and felt a little regretful.

“Speaking of which, I’m used to being a chief resident in our hometown, so I yelled out of habit.” Zheng Ren said. “Teacher He, please tell Brother and the others to forgive me if I offended them.”

“Offend who?!” Lao He looked at Zheng Ren in surprise. “I’ve worked in the operating theater for more than ten years, but I haven’t seen a single case. I forget what the books say when I’m nervous. I guess if I were at the scene, I would be eager for someone to direct the resuscitation.”

“Hehe.” Zheng Ren smiled dryly.

“How did you succeed in the end?” Lao He asked.

“Chief made a call and borrowed dantrolene from Concorde Hospital. With intravenous injection and continuous infusion of micro-pump, I reckon that it will be under control very soon,” Zheng Ren said.

“During the new year, when the cla.s.smates were having a meal together, it was said that Concorde had already detected a gene for malignant high fever,” Lao He said. “But I don’t think it’s useful. For the sake of a one in one-hundred-thousand chance, I think it’s very difficult for the patient to accept it.”

“Yeah, I think so too. But the Concorde side has medicine, so I have confidence. If it were my hometown, if I met a patient with malignant high fever, I would just wait for death.” Zheng Ren thought about it now. He also felt very lucky, for the patient and the hospital.

If it was in Sea City…the consequences would be unimaginable.

They chatted for a while, from the malignant high fever to the various cases that the teacher talked about when Lao He was in school. Zheng Ren also reported many cases in his memory, and the atmosphere in the operating theater finally became harmonious.

They chatted and laughed.

“Boss Zheng, I heard that you had an emergency liver hydatid resection a while ago?” Lao He suddenly remembered this matter and asked.

“Yes.”

“It’s a pity that I was not on duty that day. If I have the chance to touch the stage next time, what song would you like to listen to? I’ll go back and download it,” Lao He asked.

“Do we have a stereo in the operating theater?” Zheng Ren asked.

“Usually, professors who come back from studying abroad are willing to listen to music while they perform surgery.” Lao He smiled. “If their skill is high enough, they can even create a rhythm from the music for the surgery.”

This was all nonsense to Zheng Ren, so he just smiled in reply.

Zheng Ren did not care about the fact that the operating theater played music for the surgery. If he performed the surgery quickly, why would he listen to music?

If he had the time, the surgery would have been done long ago.