"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."

After 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, with the inner membrane turned outward and aligned flatly.

In order to ensure the activity of the blood vessels, Xiao Chenguang strived for perfection, and the needle distance and margins were required to be consistent, but the discomfort from his hands became more serious.

Even the directors in the audience noticed something unusual.

The smooth suturing operation just now disappeared, replaced by the awkwardness and hesitation every time the needle was inserted.

"Did you encounter any problems? Why does it feel like Director Xiao's suturing speed is getting slower and slower?"

"What do you know? Those are micro-vessels that need to be sutured. Isn't it normal to be slower?"

The director below the stage didn't have the ability to replant a broken palm, so he could only worry.

Xia Tao, who was the most familiar with Xiao Chenguang and had seen him suture the most times, frowned.

"Strange, why do I feel this way?"

Based on his understanding of Xiao Chenguang, the operation in front of him gave Xia Tao a very contradictory feeling.

That's right, it was a contradiction.

As the director of thoracic and cardiovascular surgery, Xia Tao usually studies suturing the most.

The technique Xiao Chenguang used to suture the tendon on the stage just now shocked him greatly, as if the master was operating in person.

Every choice and every suture was ingenious and impressive.

But now, a sense of separation made Xia Tao a little bit unbelievable.

On the operating table, Xiao Chenguang clamped the fine needle, sutured and tied knots 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 are extremely precise, as if he has accumulated experience from more than a thousand operations.

The whole process is difficult to describe, alternating between precision and awkwardness, giving people a sense of complexity.

Even Xia Tao can feel that this kind of microvascular suture should be the first time for Xiao Chenguang to do it.

But if it is the first time, each judgment and choice, as well as the suture technique, are amazing.

Even some details, Xia Tao has never heard of, but Xiao Chenguang can always predict in advance and deal with them in time. He can obviously do more difficult sutures, but there is a little incoordination in some basic operations.

This is 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 vessels 180° and prepare for suture of 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 stitches and stable closure, and the blood vessels were not stretched or damaged.

It was as if the sutures were originally grown on the blood vessel wall and had merged with it.

This...

Xia Tao's eyes almost went straight.

Although the operation was very contradictory, as far as it can be seen, this blood vessel will definitely survive under Xiao Chenguang's suture.

There is no doubt about this.

Turning the back wall, just when Xiao Chenguang wanted to complete the reconstruction of the blood vessel 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 energetic and blinked a few times to try to relieve it.

But the discomfort occupied his whole body, and 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.

"Patrol, wipe the sweat!"

Xiao Chenguang turned his head, and the muscles around his eyes kept trembling. The guard on the sideSeeing this, the doctor came over in a hurry, took off the surgical magnifying glass on his head, and leaned forward.

The sterile area cannot be contaminated, and the hands of the surgeon cannot be contaminated either. Therefore, in the operating room, the surgeon usually wipes the sweat by leaning his head on the shoulders of the surgeon.

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, the energy and physical strength Xiao Chenguang spent increased exponentially.

There is still half of the blood vessels to be completed, and the more difficult nerve suture has not yet begun.

Xiao Chenguang has never felt as impatient as today.

There is even a trace of uneasiness in his heart.

He is afraid that because of his surgical mistakes, he will cause irreparable damage to Lao Wang.

If his hands can be more dexterous, if there are better equipment, he can complete this operation anyway.

But now, he suddenly feels that the development of things seems to be beyond his control.

"Xiao Xiao, are you okay?"

Xia Tao noticed the abnormality immediately and quickly stabilized Xiao Chenguang's suspended instrument.

If the blood vessels were accidentally cut, all the previous efforts would be in vain.

"Come and help Director Xiao and let him go down to rest first!"

Although Xia Tao's operation was not as good as Xiao Chenguang's, he had been doing surgery for almost 20 years and knew everything about the surgeon on the stage.

He yelled at the audience. Seeing this, Gong Liang, who had not taken off his surgical gown, immediately came up 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. If he retreated, no one in the operating room could do this operation. If it took 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 was decided by him.

At this moment.

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 and don't get in the way."

Chu Tianyu, who had changed into surgical gowns, glanced at the pale Xiao Chenguang indifferently, with an impermissible command in his tone.