Back in 2002 as a doctor

"Hurry up." The relaxed expression on Huang's face disappeared completely, and he glanced at the ventilator and monitor.

"Did the screen go off just now?" Elder Huang continued to ask.

"Boss, yes." Deng Ming stretched out his hand while speaking.

"Xiao Zhou, go ahead, I'm not going anymore." Huang Lao said in a deep voice, "Concentrate, speed up, don't take your time."

"Okay!" Zhou Congwen replied in a deep voice.

He knows the temper of his boss best, and now he probably has the most serious situation in his mind - the operation is not completed, and the power is completely cut off.

The ventilator can't be used, the monitor can't be used, and the thoracoscope can't be used...

If that's the case... Zhou Congwen became cautious, if that's the case, he'll be fucked.

Zhou Congwen slapped the linear cutting stapler in Deng Ming's hand.

Huang Lao didn't speak, just sighed imperceptibly.

"Old Huang, the hospital has a backup circuit, and it's all right." Zhu Jun explained.

The operation was continuing, but Mr. Huang did not watch the operation, but waited for the reply from the director of the anesthesiology department.

Zhu Jun could feel that Huang Lao, who had always been calm, was also a little anxious.

Soon, the director of the anesthesiology department opened the door of the operating room, and he looked at Huang Lao hesitantly.

"What's going on?" Elder Huang asked.

"Old Huang, the water and electricity are cut off for unknown reasons in the city, and we are looking for the problem and rushing to repair it. The backup power supply is activated in the courtyard, theoretically... theoretically..."

"Is it the two-hour one?" Huang Laomen asked clearly.

"The medical department informed that there will be two hours. All surgeries are urgently called off, and those who are doing have to step down as soon as possible. Fortunately, it is the weekend, and there are not many surgeries. Two hours is enough for our surgeries." The director of the anesthesiology department tentatively asked road.

"..."

The operating room was deadly quiet.

Huang Lao nodded, "Deng Ming, how long will the operation take?"

"It will take an hour." Deng Ming replied.

"Wedge cut, clean the lymph nodes that must be cleaned and send them to pathological biopsy, and close the chest." Huang Lao said, "Can it be over in an hour?"

"can!"

One hour!

The doctors at the People's Hospital all knew that Mr. Huang always allowed extra time for recovery from anesthesia and whether the backup power supply was reliable.

"Xiao Zhou, can you hold the mirror up?"

"Boss, I'm fine, don't be nervous, just guide us to do it." Zhou Congwen said.

Huang Lao looked deeply at Zhou Congwen's back, bowed his hands behind his back, and returned behind the two of them.

"Old Huang, don't the lymph nodes need to be cleaned?" Zhu Jun was obviously in a hurry.

In his opinion, it is a blessing to be able to cut off the small nodules in half an hour, let alone lymph node dissection.

If he is on the operating table, he has already given the patient an esophageal stent to solve the problem of esophageal-tracheal fistula, and he can already explain it to the patient and the patient's family. At this time, the only option is to step down.

In the face of a power outage, it is the best choice to close your chest and step down directly.

The medical department said for two hours... How many years have the hospital's backup circuit been, and who knows how long it will last.

Huang Lao is right, prepare according to one hour, leave enough rich time.

"Director Zhu, please confirm the usage time of the backup power supply again." Elder Huang regained his composure, and said lightly, "You can persist for an hour. The shape of the small nodule doesn't look good, so it should be cut off."

"If I miss this opportunity, I am worried that the patient will not be able to undergo surgery after one year."

Zhu Jun had no choice but to contact the medical department again.

Is it easy to remove the lymph nodes?

Director Zhu Junzhu slandered in his heart that even Director Deng of the imperial capital and Academician Huang could not clean 3-4 groups of lymph nodes within an hour.

Instead of taking risks, it's better to just close your chest.

Lymph node dissection is a delicate task. Many doctors are afraid of trouble. After the lung lobe is not cleaned, the lymph node dissection is not clean, which leads to poor postoperative recovery and rapid metastasis.

A thought suddenly came to Zhu Jun's mind—it was like the laparoscopic surgery performed by the Third Hospital.

What a surprise!

Calling the medical department, the other side was obviously anxious, one head turned into two big ones, and they even yelled when they spoke, and it seemed as if they were in a state of desperation through the phone.

The chief of the medical department told Zhu Jun that he was contacting the generator car, and that the electrician class in the hospital said that it took one and a half hours to prepare, and don't think that the backup power supply can last for two hours.

Zhu Jun understands.

He hung up the phone and sighed helplessly.

What the hell is going on!

A good operation, unexpectedly encountered an inexplicable power outage.It's the 21st century now, something like this only happened in the 80s.

It was not uncommon to perform surgery in the operating room with a flashlight in those days.

It's just that there were not so many devices that needed electricity at that time, and it all depended on one hand.

But now, which of ventilators, monitors, thoracoscopes, and electric burns does not use electricity?

Without electricity, surgery is impossible.

No matter what Huang Lao thinks when he goes back, the lymph nodes must not be cleaned, and he must raise objections.

"Ring ring ring ~" the phone rang, Zhu Jun was in distress and was taken aback.

"Director Zhu, I just contacted the electrician class and they said it was..." the chief of the medical department said harshly.

"What?!" Zhu Jun suddenly became nervous.

"The backup power can only last for about one and a half hours, and what he said was very vague, hurry up on your side! Don't cut off the power, and the patient is still on the operating table."

"..." Zhu Jun's hand holding the phone trembled, and he asked quickly, "Is this time accurate?"

"I said there was a major surgery going on, but they didn't dare to talk nonsense. Fuck! Water and electricity cut off for no reason, what the hell! What the hell!" The chief of the medical department cursed angrily, obviously he was also troubled.

Zhu Jun glanced at the time on his phone, feeling desperate, and must persuade Mr. Huang not to be willful.If the lymph nodes are not dissociated, the patient will not die on the operating table.If it really delays the time... the consequences will be disastrous.

Kicking open the door of the operating room, Zhu Jun whispered in Huang Lao's ear, "Huang Lao, the electrician class said it can last for an hour and a half."

"Hmm." Huang Lao stood behind Zhou Congwen and Deng Ming with his hands behind his back and straightened his waist, performing surgery.

Zhou Congwen narrowed his eyes, and suddenly noticed that the color of the system panel had changed as the power went out and then came back on.

After the rebirth, the system seemed to be shrouded in a cloud of mist, and the system tasks could not be seen clearly, and there was no reward after completing the tasks.

But at this moment, the system tasks in front of Zhou Congwen's eyes were blocked by a series of bright red numbers dripping with blood.

00:42:21.

00:42:20.

00:42:19.

……

Zhou Congwen understood what was going on with just one glance. This is the countdown!

Countdown to blackout!

What an hour and a half, even Huang Lao's strict estimate of an hour has not arrived, only 42 minutes! !

No, now only 41'51".

Zhou Congwen took a deep breath, this time should be fine for him.

Holding the mirror in place, the field of vision was full. Deng Ming pulled the trigger without thinking about holding the linear cutting stapler in his hand.

Ka Ka Ka ~

Ka Ka Ka ~

After the wedge resection is complete, the severed lung lobe is removed from the poke card.

"Go ahead, I'll take a look." Huang Lao said lightly.

Stepping off the footstool, Huang Lao stretched out his hand, and Zhu Jun was slightly taken aback.

"Sterile gloves." Huang Lao looked up at the itinerant nurse, "Please give me a blade."

Zhu Jun was a little ashamed, but at this time he was the only one free and had to concentrate on serving Mr. Huang.

Mr. Huang put on his gloves and glanced at the film hanging on the film reader while putting on the gloves.

After a single cut, a small pulmonary nodule appeared next to the incision, and the blade rubbed against the small pulmonary nodule without causing any damage to it, and was completely exposed to the field of vision.

"Old Huang, amazing!" Zhu Jun praised sincerely.

Huang Lao ignored him, and said in a deep voice, "There is a small nodule, you continue."

Looking at the properly cut lungs, Zhu Jun admired from the bottom of his heart, Mr. Huang is Mr. Huang, and an expert will know if there is one as soon as he stretches out his hand.

With this hand feeling and positioning ability, no one believes that he is nearly 80 years old.

Zhu Jun, who was full of admiration, looked up reluctantly. He didn't know why Mr. Huang didn't have the surgery himself. Shouldn't the current situation let anyone do it well?

Time is running out and God knows when there will be another blackout.

Zhu Jun was puzzled, but when his eyes swept over the screen of the TV thoracoscope, he was suddenly stunned.

I don't know when it started, the surgeon Deng Mingdeng began to hold the mirror, and Zhou Congwen, who was supposed to hold the mirror, took the special long forceps of the endoscope and separated the ninth group, which is the lymph nodes next to the lower pulmonary ligament.

After seeing this scene, Zhu Jun was dumbfounded.

He always thought that the doctors in the third hospital would not separate lymph nodes at all, and the surgery was rough because they were not skilled enough and had no sense of responsibility, so they would only bully ordinary people who didn't know how to do it.

however!

At this moment, what he saw was another frame.

The view on the TV screen is very good, and the mirror is first-class, but this is not important. If the chief chest department director of 912 can't even hold the mirror well, he can pack up and retire.

What Zhu Jun couldn't believe was that the two long pliers on the screen deftly freed the lower pulmonary ligament and began to take out the lymph nodes.

The two disobedient long pliers in Zhu Jun's hands were as light and nimble as a pair of spreading hands. The operation was performed faster than Zhu Jun's with his hands, and the damage was minimal.

When was the operation performed?Could it be that when Mr. Huang cut a lung lobe and found a small nodule, such a big change happened on the operating table? !

38′11″!

The countdown on the system panel in the upper right corner of Zhou Congwen's field of vision told him how long it would take to end the operation like a reminder.

The ghost!Zhou Congwen's eyes narrowed into a slit, sometimes flashing brightly.

He was manipulating the long forceps with both hands, and all the hand feeling he had recovered from the surgical training during this period burst out under the pressure of the countdown.

Zhou Congwen didn't want to be fooled.

It is the most basic medical principle that lymph nodes must be cleaned when it is time to clean them, and they must not be left behind.As for Zhu Jun's yelling, Zhou Congwen never paid attention to it.

There are still disputes in later generations about whether the ninth group of lymph nodes should be dissected. Experts from Zhongshan Hospital have written papers and done large-scale data analysis on this.

But the ninth group of lymph nodes in the patient in front of him was obviously swollen and deformed, and it had to be cleaned even if time was tight. Zhou Congwen adhered to the principle, desperately squeezed his own potential, and performed the operation with steady and precise hands.

Zhu Jun always thought that the reason why the doctors of the Third Hospital performed wedge resection and did not dissect the lymph nodes was because they did not know how to do it.

But now...

Isn't that so wrong?

The thoracotomy performed by himself was not as fast and clean as Zhou Congwen's thoracoscopic equipment.

It's so awesome, Zhu Jun sighed in a daze.

He could understand Huang Lao's cutting just now, but now Zhou Congwen's operation made him completely confused.

Chapter 0271 countdown surgery

Does this Nima not know how to clean the lymph nodes? !

Whoever said that Zhou Congwen could not clean the lymph nodes, Zhu Jun would be the first to jump out and point his nose at him and scold him for not being able to do it.