Famous Among Top Surgeons in the 90s-Chapter 1942: Is It Meaningful?
What exactly is the situation? 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂
Cao Yong was the first to step forward and approach the operating table. The rest followed behind him.
"No, no."
This voice belonged to Student Xie.
The newcomers almost mistook her for the teacher here. Student Xie’s tone was like a commander giving orders.
"Move the tip of the scalpel a little lower, not vertically or parallel, but at a thirty-degree angle to the bottom left, moving about 2 millimeters."
Thirty-degree angle, 2 millimeters?
Each of them stomped on the brakes as if frightened.
Zhang Tinghai subconsciously rubbed his chest and suddenly understood why Chang Jiawei, the chatterbox, wasn’t speaking.
How to achieve the requirement of a thirty-degree, two-millimeter movement? Just hearing it felt terrifying. It was like a microscope-level movement. Does moving such a tiny distance even matter?
Doctor Liu, behind the surgical mask, exhaled some warm air and unknowingly discovered he was sweating. The hot sweat on his cheeks stuck to the surgical mask. Where did this pressure, in front of him and the Chief Surgeon, come from? He seemed to understand but wasn’t too clear: he had invited Student Xie to help supervise and monitor the data to assist the Chief Surgeon in determining the cutting position. Unexpectedly, Student Xie’s serious execution of the task directly pressured the two teachers to sweat profusely.
A serious person is indeed capable of giving a two-millimeter, thirty-degree movement instruction.
You can only say witnessing it firsthand and experiencing it reinforces that feeling even more, like pushing someone off a ten-meter diving platform, causing your heart to beat thump-thump uncontrollably.
Breathing in and out a couple more times, Doctor Liu steadied his heartbeat and saw Chang Jiawei across him not reprimanding anyone.
Not to mention Zhang Tinghai finding the Chief Surgeon strange, Doctor Liu, having followed for so long, also discovered for the first time that Chang Jiawei was extraordinarily unusual in this surgery.
Typically, if a teacher heard about a thirty-degree, two-millimeter instruction, they would certainly burst out: What are you talking about? Are you toying with the teacher?
"Hmm—" A deep response came from Chang Jiawei’s throat, so different from his usual nonchalant tone.
Doctor Liu was astonished; could it be the Chief Surgeon was genuinely considering this bizarre thirty-degree, two-millimeter suggestion?
"Tell me, why move like this?" Chang Jiawei asked, his voice composed and earnest.
The Master Playboy suddenly seemed to forget he was talking to a young lady; he didn’t call her Yingying, presenting a serious and academic demeanor.
When the teacher wanted to discuss academics, Student Xie’s passion burst forth.
"Teacher Chang, like this. According to my observation, an Ultrasonic Osteotome just needs to touch this spot, allowing the entire bone to break centrally from this point. There’s no need to cut further, reducing the patient’s injury and saving surgery time," said Xie Wanying.
The few people around the operating table communicated, while Cao Yong and others, cautiously approaching from the periphery, couldn’t help but direct their gaze at the surgical field she indicated.
The Ultrasonic Osteotome was in Chang Jiawei’s hand, and neither his hand nor the blade moved, like a sculpture.
The steadiness of holding a scalpel can measure a surgeon’s technical level. It was clear that regardless of Chang Jiawei’s lifestyle reputation, he was indeed a spinal surgeon with neurosurgical traits, and his hands were incredibly steady.
