Chapter 1942: 【1942】Does it make sense?
Cao Yong took the lead and approached the operating table. The rest followed him.
"No, no, no."
This voice is Xie Xie.
At first glance, the group of people who came here almost mistakenly thought that she was the teacher here. Xie's tone was like the commander's instructions.
"Move the tip of the knife down a little bit, neither vertically nor parallel, but at a 30-degree angle from the lower left corner, about 2 mm."
Thirty degree angle, 2 mm?
They slammed on the brakes one by one and stopped their feet, if they were scared.
Zhang Tinghai rubbed his chest unconsciously, and suddenly he could understand why Chang Jiawei didn't speak.
How to achieve the movement requirement of 2mm at 30 degree angle? It all sounds scary. It's like moving under a microscope. Does it make sense to move such a small distance?
Dr. Liu breathed a few breaths of hot air from his nose behind the surgical mask, and unconsciously realized that he was sweating, and the hot sweat on his cheeks adhered to the surgical mask. Where did this pressure on him and the chief knife come from? He seemed to understand, but he didn't quite understand it: he asked Xie to help supervise and inspect the monitoring data to assist the chief knife to determine the position of the knife. Unexpectedly, accept The serious attitude of Xie, who had completed the task, directly forced the two teachers to sweat violently.
is the number of real people who can issue a movement instruction at an angle of two millimeters and thirty degrees.
I can only say that Xie’s one tendon is better than seeing it. After seeing it with my own eyes and experiencing it, it makes people feel that they are going to push people to a ten-meter diving platform, and their hearts are beating non-stop.
Taking two more breaths, Dr. Liu held down his heartbeat and saw that Chang Jiawei, who was opposite him, did not speak out.
Don't say that Zhang Tinghai thought the main surgeon was strange, it was the first time that Dr. Liu had found out that Chang Jiawei was unusually abnormal during the operation.
The angle of 30 degrees is two millimeters. Generally, teachers will be furious when they hear this: What did you say? Are you playing with the teacher?
"Well—" Chang Jiawei made a deep response in his throat, which was so different from his usual sloppy tone.
Dr. Liu was surprised. Could it be that the chief surgeon was really considering this bizarre proposal of 30 degrees and 2 millimeters.
"You said, why did you move like this?" Chang Jiawei's voice asking questions was very calm and solemn at the moment.
This **** suddenly seemed to have forgotten that he was talking to a girl, no longer called Yingying, and his demeanor was serious and academic.
The teacher wanted to talk about academics, and Xie burst out with enthusiasm.
"Teacher Chang, it's like this. According to my observation, just touch the ultrasonic bone knife at this position, the whole bone can be broken from the middle of this point, and there is no need to cut it again, which will reduce the damage to the patient. At the same time, it saves operation time." Xie Wanying said.
Several people on the surgical stage were communicating, and Cao Yong and the others, who were creeping up from the outside, couldn't help but fall on the surgical field she was pointing to when they heard her speech.
The ultrasonic bone knife was held in Chang Jiawei's hand, and neither his hand nor the knife head moved, like a sculpture.
How steady the scalpel is, and how steady it is, can measure the technical level of a surgeon. It can be seen that, no matter what Chang Jiawei's personal life is like, he is a spine surgeon and has the characteristics of a neurosurgeon. His hand is very stable and must be stable.
(end of this chapter)