Chapter 809: Surgery must have rules and procedures Chapter 809: Surgery must have rules and procedures “Such courage, not even a few male medical students possess it, let alone female ones.” President Wu’s eyes flashed with a gleam as he asked her, “First, tell me how you need others to coordinate with you.”
“Teacher Wu” is formidable, every question he asks hits the mark.
“When I withdraw the knife, I will definitely press the blade in the opposite direction to slightly open the wound, so Teacher Wu’s fingers can easily go in to operate. The knife should lean towards the space, being careful not to injure other parts.” Xie Wanying analyzed the situation at the scene clearly, her eyes fixed on the knife wound as if a CT scanner had scanned the inner layers, “When the knife is withdrawn, unlike the force used when it was stabbed in, it will have to pass through several layers again–renal fascia, extraperitoneal fat layer, muscular layer, peritoneum, transversus abdominis, internal oblique, and external oblique muscles. At this point, these tissues should have enclosed and compressed the blade surface. Therefore, hooking it as Teacher Wu said is very important.”
“Do they need to pull it for you so you can get the knife out smoothly, is that right?”
“Yes, the better they pull, the less resistance there will be, and the easier it will be to withdraw the knife without further damaging other tissues.”
After this analysis from the junior sister, the pressure fell entirely on the shoulders of the two senior brothers. In fact, it wasn’t that the junior sister was shirking responsibility, but that it was really so.
“Doctor Yin, how about it? After hearing this, do you still lack confidence?” President Wu turned his head and asked Fengchun again.
This time Fengchun nodded and changed his tune, “I have confidence in everyone now.”
His previous lack of confidence was due to the vague explanations from the group on how to extract the knife, totally disorganized, which naturally made him extremely anxious. The thing most feared in surgeries is disarray and disorder. The human body isn’t meant for surgeons to recklessly rummage through. Some patients on the operating table have died due to surgeons panicking and making errors, unclear where to stop the bleeding–how could the patients not die?
“Alright, everyone, take your positions,” President Wu said.
Fengchun moved to the opposite side,
Song Xueling handed over the knife handle to Xie Wanying, his new task was to hold the suction tube, ready to assist Fengchun by sucking blood and lymphatic fluid to clear the surgical field when needed.
President Wu’s hands assumed the preparatory position.
Fengchun’s two fingers tightly held the two openings of the heart ear clamp.
The anesthesiologist stood at the head of the bed, looking towards this extremely tense moment that was about to begin.
President Wu narrowed his eyes and with a steady command said, “Begin.”
The beginning involved hooking first, not a chaotic pull.
Hooks were pulled towards the outer edge, the layers of tissue inside the knife wound visibly turned outward, exposing the blood oozing out. Surgeons wearing magnifying surgical glasses opened their eyes to their fullest extent, even daring not to blink, intently staring at the center of the surgical field.
Fengchun’s mind felt on the verge of collapsing again. Seeing each layer of human tissue split upon the blade’s edge was akin to reliving the process of the knife being stabbed into her body.
Accidental or not, in his eyes as a surgeon, this was clearly murder.
“Doctor Yin.” Cao Yong whispered beside him, reminding him to forget everything else.
Now was the critical moment to save her. Fengchun narrowed his eyes. Like the others, his pupils narrowed, his mind cleared of everything else, leaving only those layers of human tissue. He returned to his initial lessons in surgical anatomy, clarifying each layer, what was connected to what, only then could he know what to do next.