[MTL]Opening Check-In: Back To Ten Years Ago As a Surgeon

Chapter 161-Chapter 170

When Feng Ningwei heard it, he immediately asked, "What are you going to do? Now is not the time to sew up?"

Wu Yuan: "The lesions are much more than imagined, so cut and sew as you like."

Feng Ningwei's eyes widened, feeling very outrageous.

What Wu Yuan meant was that there were too many lesions. After cutting and sewing again, I was afraid that there would be omissions.

His plan was to sew the incision and suture whenever a lesion was cut.

This, this can't be done, right?

At this point, the instrument nurse had already brought the needle and thread.

I saw Wu Yuan started to do it.

What happened next, I can't wait to shake Feng Ningwei and Zhou Shan a few times.

Wu Yuan's suture speed was too fast, and it took almost a few seconds to sew up the incision.

Feng Ningwei was already very close to the first assistant, but he still couldn't see Wu Yuan's movements clearly.

How did Wu Yuan do it?

Can you still do that?

Feng Ningwei went through all the cases of pancreatectomy in his mind, but he never thought of doing it.

Of course, Zhou Shan was also surprised. At this time, she realized that Wu Yuan's level might be much higher than expected.

No wonder a big surgeon like Shen Feichen would recommend Wu Yuan.

You must know that Shen Feichen is notoriously picky about his juniors, and very few young people can get into his eyes.

The boss is the boss, the vision is different.

Wu Yuan put the needle and thread on the tray, and began to pick up the scalpel for tissue removal.

This time the resection area was smaller, making Zhou Shan and Feng Ningwei look silly.

The small piece of lesion tissue was only a few millimeters in diameter, and Wu Yuan threw it on the tray against the scalpel.

It's so small, it's hard to find it, let alone cut it off.

Feng Ningwei and Zhou Shan even felt that it was impossible to find this small lesion with the naked eye, and they needed an electronic speculum.

But the fact was in front of them, and they couldn't help but believe it.

It was a real small piece of lesion tissue, definitely not the normal visceral tissue that Wu Yuan cut out indiscriminately.

Unbelievable, how did this blood-faced madman do it?

This question kept flashing in Zhou Shan's mind.

At this time, Wu Yuan threw the cut tissues on the tray one after another, dazzling.

Not only Zhou Shan and Feng Ningwei, but also other nurses and anesthesiologists present widened their eyes, watching Wu Yuan's "extraordinary performance".

It was also ten minutes, and Wu Yuan had already cut out seven or eight pieces of lesion tissue of different sizes.

And every time a piece is cut, Wu Yuan will pick up the needle and thread to sew it up.

Feng Ningwei lowered his head and carefully looked at the sutured incision. It was very flat and tight. This was not a guarantee of quality and quantity, but simply exceeded the level of normal sutures.

At this moment, Wu Yuan stopped.

Zhou Shan asked curiously, "What's wrong?"

Wu Yuan pondered for a while and said, "I'll deal with the adhesion problem. There are also lesions at the location of the adhesion, so I can't ignore it."