The cigarette was held upside down

Chapter 72 The cigarette was held upside down

"Dr. Ji."

After taking the stage, Mr. Wu voluntarily gave up his position to the practitioner.

"Um?"

"The surgery isn't actually difficult. You've seen one, now you can try it."

When Mr. Wu said this, his face suddenly turned red. Luckily, he was wearing a mask on stage, otherwise people would have thought that Ji Xiang had done something to him if they saw his face was so red.

However, because he was wearing a mask, Mr. Wu felt that the temperature inside the mask suddenly rose and became quite hot.

"Thank you, Mr. Wu," Ji Xiang said calmly.

The two spoke in hushed tones, and neither the circulating nurse nor the anesthesiologist spoke, noticing that Ji Xiang was standing in the surgeon's position.

The anesthesiologist stood curiously behind Ji Xiang with his hands behind his back, but feeling that Ji Xiang was too tall and blocked his view, he moved to another spot to quietly observe the platform.

Normally, resident trainees can perform surgeries, but at most they can only tie a knot; their most common task is to use a suction device to inhale cigarette smoke.

Another role is to act as a member of the atmosphere-building team, providing the straight man when the practitioner is joking and laughing.

Occasionally, I will perform a surgery under the supervision of a teacher, but these are all level one surgeries.

This is a level three surgery!

The anesthesiologist didn't say anything, just watched silently.

As soon as he started, the anesthesiologist's hand stiffened. He felt like he was hallucinating.

The practitioner's technique was highly skilled, far surpassing that of Mr. Wu.

Even if you brought up Dr. Liu, the best urologist in lithotripsy, he might not be able to do as well as this junior resident.

"What's wrong with you?" The circulating nurse noticed the anesthesiologist's stiff movements and came over to ask.

The anesthesiologist raised his hand to his lips, making a shushing gesture.

The circulating nurse had a vague idea in her mind. When the anesthesiologist gestured for her to be quiet, she also focused on watching the surgery.

It is generally accepted that anesthesiologists and operating room nurses are the people who can objectively evaluate the skill level of a surgeon.

Since they started performing laser lithotripsy in the urology department almost ten years ago, they have seen all sorts of professors and department heads perform the same procedure.

Like Mr. Wu, most people stumbled and struggled, unable to find the ureteral orifice, which was very frustrating to watch.

however!

A scene they couldn't understand soon unfolded before their eyes.

The preliminary steps were completed step by step, and the speed was definitely faster than that of General Manager Wu, and it was both fast and stable.

But what surprised them was that the trainee twisted the zebra guidewire and, in just over ten seconds, raised his hand to ask for the next piece of equipment.

This means that he successfully inserted the zebra guidewire into the ureteral orifice hidden in the folds of the bladder in just one attempt.

For Mr. Wu, the ureteral orifice diameter is 0.7cm, and such a tiny opening is impossible to find in the folds of the bladder without careful observation.

However, for this junior resident, the ureteral orifice was like an ocean, a black hole, with endless attraction that directly "sucked" the zebra guidewire in.

This surgery was done!

Silence is like a contagious disease, spreading extremely quickly. Everyone in the operating room, including the scrub nurses, fell silent.

They've seen countless surgeries; they know who performs them well and who performs them poorly, though they don't say it to your face, they all know it in their hearts.

The surgery performed in front of us is one of the most outstanding in the history of laser lithotripsy at the Second Affiliated Hospital.

Even saying "countable on one's fingers" is inaccurate; it's more accurate to say "one of the best" or "two of the best."

The laser lithotripsy was performed, and the forceps carefully removed the fragments one by one. The surgeon's movements were incredibly steady, and the surgery went smoothly.

Generally, once the surgery goes smoothly, the atmosphere in the operating room becomes quite relaxed. People chat, complain, drive around, and so on.

However, today's surgery is completely different.

The surgery went incredibly smoothly. The surgeon's skill level was visibly higher than Mr. Wu's, and even higher than that of Director Liu of the Department of Urology at the Second Affiliated Hospital.

But no one joked; the atmosphere was as serious as if a medical accident had occurred.

The air in the operating room was stagnant; you had to exert all your strength to breathe.

The stones were removed, the area was flushed, and a J-tube was inserted. The surgery was then complete.

Mr. Wu stared blankly at Ji Xiang, while Ji Xiang looked at the system panel in the upper right corner of his field of vision.

My experience points increased by 300, but the task remained unchanged.

It seems that Mr. Wu's talent is limited; he doesn't seem to benefit much from performing surgery on his own.

How should I teach him?

Ji Xiang was somewhat distressed.

"Is it done?" the circulating nurse asked in a hoarse voice.

"Okay, all done." Ji Xiang walked up to the patient, holding the few stones that had been removed, and started chatting with him.

The remaining people looked at each other in bewilderment.

No one spoke, because no one knew what to say.

If Director Liu does this well, after the surgery, he'll definitely be showered with compliments.

To be honest, everyone is happy.

However, what can I say about a junior resident trainee who performed a level 3 surgery with overwhelming force today?

The urology department is a complete scumbag; even the chief surgeon's surgical skills are worse than those of a resident!

No one could say something like that unless they had suffered a stroke for more than 15 years.

Listening to Ji Xiang chatting and laughing with the patient at extremely high speed, the experienced drivers were getting a little dizzy and were increasingly speechless.

From comforting the patient before the surgery to the operation itself, and then jokingly reminding the patient to drink more water after the surgery, this young resident trainee's every move and word was like that of a seasoned professor.

He was still that kind of old professor who was a treasure of the field.

Mr. Wu and the anesthesiologist only woke up when Ji Xiang called for people to carry the patient.

Mr. Wu helped Ji Xiang lift the patient into the car with a listless expression, and watched them leave. He had countless feelings in his heart, but he couldn't quite put his finger on what they were.

"General Wu, who exactly is this child?" the anesthesiologist murmured.

For a moment, Mr. Wu didn't know how to explain.

After a brief silence, Mr. Wu said in a low voice, "You know about that patient with severe burns a few days ago who couldn't find a place to insert needles?"

"I know, they say it was an amazing urology expert from the capital who miraculously saved the patient's life by inserting an IV into the corpus cavernosum."

"It wasn't Dr. Gu from the urology department who did it, but he did it."

"!!!"

"!!!"

The anesthesiologist and the circulating nurse were completely dumbfounded.

"Did you urologists all grow up eating shit?" the circulating nurse cursed. "I thought intracavernosal infusion was a routine procedure."

The two sentences were completely unrelated and awkward, but Mr. Wu understood what the circulating nurse was saying.

"I had absolutely no idea that the corpora cavernosa could be used for intravenous infusions," Mr. Wu said honestly. "Theoretically, it's possible, but anyone who thought of that is a complete scoundrel!"

"Look at you, criticizing others when you can't do it yourself," the circulating nurse said disdainfully. "The surgery went well today, and you came down really quickly. Mr. Wu, you should learn from others. If your surgeries went this smoothly, you wouldn't always get glared at every time you come up here."

"..."

Mr. Wu remained silent.

"Come on, let's go have a smoke." The anesthesiologist pulled Mr. Wu to the changing room for a smoke.

In the locker room, the anesthesiologist sat under the "No Smoking" sign, crossed his legs, and took out two Da Yun cigarettes, handing one to General Manager Wu.

He reached for his lighter to light a cigarette, but Mr. Wu shook his head.

The anesthesiologist lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and said, "Mr. Wu, to be honest, I didn't understand today's surgery."

"I think the most difficult part of using the zebra guidewire is locating the ureteral orifice in the bladder, at least that's what I thought before today."

Mr. Wu nodded, put a cigarette in his mouth, and seemed lost in thought.

"But your junior resident trainee... is fucking amazing!"

"The smoothest laser lithotripsy surgery I've ever seen was performed by your Dr. Liu; he was incredibly efficient. But compared to him, Dr. Liu's technique is practically nonexistent."

The phrase "not even a beginner" was an insult to Director Liu, but General Manager Wu knew it was true.

"Where did he come from? Has he done this before? It can't be that bad." The anesthesiologist asked doubtfully, "Your husband has done hundreds of laser lithotripsy surgeries, yet he's not as skilled as him."

"Even if you started training in the womb, you wouldn't be this good."

"Sigh, how would I know?" Mr. Wu said dejectedly.

He was like a defeated rooster.

"Mr. Wu, what's with that expression?" The anesthesiologist laughed. "If I were you, I'd be overjoyed."

"Happy?"

"Didn't you see how amazing that kid's surgery was? He's a resident trainee, he doesn't have a license, he can't leave even if he wants to. If I were you, I would take in 10 patients a day for laser lithotripsy and then drag him onto the operating table for surgery."

"!!!"

Mr. Wu hadn't thought of this idea.

In clinical practice, residents have a very low status. Some overzealous supervising teachers will even make residents get meals, help take care of children, and do odd jobs.

The anesthesiologist meant for Ji Xiang to teach him!

Mr. Wu seemed somewhat confused.

"Did this child come from a private hospital?" the anesthesiologist asked.

"Ah?" Mr. Wu suddenly remembered something and immediately said, "Colonel Wang and Professor Mo seem to have taken Ji Xiang to a private hospital for surgery."

"Yes!" the anesthesiologist exclaimed, slapping his thigh. "I knew his surgery was so smooth! Now I know why!"

"In the Pearl River Delta, accidents happen all the time in factories. It's said that tens of thousands of fingers are lost every year. That guy in the hand surgery department said he's raising dozens of kids in their twenties, and every day he's doing microscopic surgery to replant severed fingers."

That young man is amazing! He has great eyesight and can perform surgery incredibly fast!

I guess this kid is one of those little guys who's been raised by someone to work as a gravel collector.

"Maybe," Mr. Wu thought.

"I guess Colonel Wang took him to a private hospital to practice surgery... But that doesn't make sense. Colonel Wang's skill level is a bit higher than yours, but not by much."

The anesthesiologist became increasingly confused. He managed to explain one thing, but countless new questions arose.

The two fell silent. The anesthesiologist silently smoked, his mind filled with the image of that tall, imposing figure.

After an unknown amount of time, footsteps were heard.

"Mr. Wu, why didn't you go downstairs?" Ji Xiang walked in and asked, seeing Mr. Wu's distressed expression.

"I..." Mr. Wu uttered a single word, then froze as if his brain's CPU had frozen.

"What are you doing...?" Ji Xiang looked down at President Wu.

"Dr. Ji, your laser lithotripsy is really good," Mr. Wu said in a hoarse voice. "These past few days, you...you...teach me how to do it?"

After stammering through his words, Mr. Wu's face flushed bright red.

"No problem, but..."

"Dr. Ji, these are just some little tricks, don't be stingy," the anesthesiologist advised from the side.

"The surgery went smoothly, but Mr. Wu, you're holding your cigarette upside down."

(End of this chapter)