Chapter 236
"Boss?"
After trimming the outer membrane of the microvascular stump and slightly dilating it with straight forceps, Xiao Chenguang still did not insert the needle.
Lin Gaoyang, who was standing by, clearly felt this change and could not help but ask softly.
"It's okay. Help me rinse the stump with heparin saline later."
Xiao Chenguang suppressed the discomfort in his heart, took two deep breaths in a row, and continued to suture with a sharp gaze.
Using needles and threads that are almost invisible to the naked eye, he sutured the broken ulnar and radial arteries.
The vascular clamps on both sides clamped the stumps and loosened the pressure hemostatic bandage. At this time, the blood vessels had shrunk.
Xiao Chenguang did not dare to be careless. The forearm holding the instrument did not move at all. The wrist was slightly turned, controlling the ten fingers, hooking them on the needle holder, and suturing.
"Director Xia, come and help."
The discomfort in his heart became more and more serious. In order to be on the safe side, Xiao Chenguang called Xia Tao from the audience to help.
"I'll go wash my hands."
Hearing Xiao Chenguang's request, Xia Tao was a little confused, but he quickly started to prepare for the operation.
Time passed slowly, and the days in the operating room were like years.
No one spoke, everything was quiet, and the only sound at the scene was the sound of breathing and the beeping of the monitoring equipment.
With the help of a head-mounted magnifying glass, Xiao Chenguang could see the broken end of the blood vessel clearly, and the needle tip was inserted 2mm outside the blood vessel wall, and the inner membrane was turned outward and aligned flatly.
In order to ensure the activity of blood vessels, Xiao Chenguang strived for perfection, and the needle distance and margins were required to be consistent, but the discomfort from the hands became more serious.
Even the directors in the audience noticed something unusual.
The smooth suturing operation just now disappeared, and was replaced by the cramped and hesitant every time the needle was inserted.
"Did you encounter any difficulties? Why does it feel that Director Xiao's suturing speed is getting slower and slower?"
"What do you know? That's the micro-vessels being sutured. Isn't it normal to be slower?"
The directors in the audience didn't have the ability to replant the broken palm, so they could only worry.
Xia Tao, who was the most familiar with the operation and had seen Xiao Chenguang suture the most, frowned.
"Strange, how could I feel this way?"
Based on his understanding of Xiao Chenguang, the operation in front of him gave Xia Tao a very contradictory feeling.
Yes, it was a contradiction.
As the director of the Department of Cardiothoracic Surgery, Xia Tao usually studies suture the most.
The technique Xiao Chenguang used to suture the tendon on the stage just now shocked him greatly, as if the master was doing it in person.
Every choice and every suture were ingenious and impressive.
But now, a sense of separation made Xia Tao a little bit unbelievable in his eyes.
On the operating table, Xiao Chenguang clamped the fine needle, sutured and knotted at the same time, and his technique was much slower and a little awkward.
But the choice of needle insertion and the use of angles were extremely precise, as if he had accumulated more than a thousand cases of experience.
The whole process was difficult to describe, alternating between precision and awkwardness, giving people a complicated feeling.
Even Xia Tao could feel that this kind of suture of tiny blood vessels should be the first time Xiao Chenguang did it.
But if it was the first time, the judgment and choice of each time, as well as the suturing technique, were amazing.
Even some details were unheard of by Xia Tao, but Xiao Chenguang could always predict in advance and deal with them in time. He could obviously do more difficult suturing, but there was a little incoordination in some basic operations.
It was like a rich experience in replanting a broken palm and a slightly awkward operation on microvessels.
How is this possible!
"Director Xia, turn the blood vessel 180° and prepare for suturing the back wall."
Xiao Chenguang's voice pulled Xia Tao's thoughts out of that strong sense of contradiction.
He watched the operation and was about to turn the vascular clamps on both sides, but his eyelids suddenly jumped.
The blood vessels on one side were sutured, with dense needles and threads, stable closure, and no traction or damage to the blood vessels.
It was as if the sutures were originally grown on the blood vessel wall and had merged with it.
This...
Xia Tao's eyes were almost straight.
Although the operation was very contradictory, as far as it can be seen, this blood vessel will definitely survive under Xiao Chenguang's suturing.
There is no doubt about this.
Turning the back wall, just when Xiao Chenguang wanted to complete the reconstruction of the blood vessels in one go, he suddenly felt dizzy.
Even his arms, which were as still as a mountain, began to shake.
He forced himself to be alert and blinked several times to try to relieve it.
But the discomfort occupied his whole body. The suture of the front wall of the blood vessel had consumed a lot of his energy.
The sweat on his forehead fell like rain, and Xiao Chenguang's eyes felt dry for a while, as if sweat was flowing in, making his vision blurry.
"Xun Xun, wipe your sweat!"
Xiao Chenguang turned his head, and the muscles around his eyes kept trembling. Seeing this, the nurse next to him was frightened and hurried over to take off the surgical magnifying glass on his head and leaned over.
The sterile area cannot be contaminated, and the hands of the surgeon cannot be contaminated. Therefore, in the operating room, the surgeon usually wipes his sweat by leaning his head on Xun Xun's shoulder and rubbing it twice.
But at this moment, Xiao Chenguang obviously felt something was wrong.
For an operation of this level today, without the help of a high-power microscope, Xiao Chenguang's energy and physical strength increased exponentially.
He still had half of the blood vessels to finish, and the more difficult nerve suture had not yet begun.
Xiao Chenguang had never felt as impatient as he did today.
He even felt a little uneasy.
He was afraid that his surgical mistakes would cause irreparable damage to Lao Wang.
If his hands were more dexterous, if there were better equipment, he could complete this operation anyway.
But now, he suddenly felt that the development of things seemed to be beyond his control.
"Xiao Xiao, are you okay?"
Xia Tao discovered the abnormality at the first time, and quickly stabilized Xiao Chenguang's suspended instrument.
If the blood vessels were accidentally cut, all the previous efforts would be in vain.
"Come on, help Director Xiao and let him go down to rest first!"
Although Xia Tao's operation was not as good as Xiao Chenguang, he had been doing surgery for almost 20 years, and he knew everything about the surgeon on the stage.
He yelled to the audience, and Gong Liang, who had not taken off his surgical gown, came up immediately to help Xiao Chenguang off the stage.
"The operation is not over yet, Lao Wang's hand must be saved!"
Xiao Chenguang was a little anxious. Once he retreated, no one in the operating room could do this operation. After a long time, what would happen to Lao Wang's hand?
In the quiet operating room, a dispute suddenly broke out. On one side was Lao Wang's safety, and on the other side was Xiao Chenguang, who was in poor condition.
In this situation, even Xia Tao didn't know what to do.
Transfer to another hospital, or amputation, none of them were decided by him.
Just then.
Two figures suddenly appeared in the operating room.
Behind them, an operating table was pushed, on which was a thick, expensive, high-power microscope.
"I'll do the rest of the surgery, you go down, don't get in the way."
Chu Tianyu, who had changed into surgical gowns, glanced at the pale Xiao Chenguang lightly, with an order in his tone that could not be disobeyed.