The paravertebral anesthesia is done, and Gao Jun rarely starts explaining the points of anesthesia to Zhao Heng.
"Xiao Zhao, let me tell you, this anesthesia seems simple, but it's actually a meticulous task. For example, there's a joke about a patient falling asleep and snoring during surgery. This actually indicates the high skill level of the anesthesiologist. Why? When administering medication to the patient, the dosage of muscle relaxants and analgesics must be extremely precise. The patient feels no pain during the surgery and their breathing function remains unaffected, which is why they can fall asleep and snore."
As he explains, Gao Jun becomes somewhat excited. Nowadays, young doctors are rarely interested in anesthesia; most are fixated on performing major surgeries.
When it comes to the technique, Gao Jun's level in anesthesia is among the best in the country.
Listening to Gao Jun's instructions, Zhao Heng can only nod in agreement.
Seeing Gao Jun enthusiastically sharing his experience and Zhao Heng constantly nodding, Xu Man Ni can't help but smile gently.
This Zhao Heng truly seems at ease; from the operating surgeon to anesthesia, he can collaborate so well. He truly might be the most suitable person for the operating room.
Xu Man Ni glanced at Zhao Heng and couldn't help but think to herself.
Before long, the anesthesia is completed, and Song Siming and Li Haiyang enter the operating room.
As soon as they enter, the atmosphere becomes extremely serious. This is Song Siming's working style; it's said that when working with him, others hardly dare to breathe.
Inside the operating room, after changing into surgical attire, Song Siming merely nods slightly to Zhao Heng without saying much.
Though he especially paid attention to Zhao Heng because of his performance yesterday and gave him a chance, for Song Siming, young people still need to be observed to truly win his recognition.
"The patient's blood pressure and heart rate are normal."
"Director, we can start the surgery."
Gao Jun looks at the life monitor and then turns to report to Song Siming.
"How's the anesthesia?"
Song Siming nods and asks.
For a complex chest puncture surgery like this, the difficulty of the anesthesia is extremely high, so Song Siming is a bit concerned.
"Initially, it was quite challenging, but with Xiao Zhao's cooperation, the anesthesia went smoothly."
Gao Jun ponders for a moment and speaks truthfully.
Hearing this, a hint of surprise appears in Song Siming's eyes.
"Xiao Zhao, you also know anesthesia?"
Song Siming says with some astonishment.
It's one thing to be good at surgical cooperation, but understanding anesthesia too, this young man is indeed remarkable.
Song Siming is fully aware of Gao Jun's level. It's no exaggeration to say that aside from the chief, Gao Jun is the most acknowledged anesthesiologist by Song Siming in the entire Anesthesiology Department.
Therefore, being able to cooperate well with Gao Jun indicates a certain level of proficiency in anesthesia as well.
"I've learned a bit."
Zhao Heng says modestly.
In the presence of a giant like Song Siming, he doesn't have the capital to be proud for now.
"Hmm, not bad. Young people should learn more."
Song Siming nods approvingly. Modest and eager to learn, with a solid foundation, such excellent young people are indeed rare nowadays.
In recent years, Song Siming often felt a lack of successors, especially after he fainted in the operating room yesterday due to excessive fatigue, this feeling intensified.
If he could, he wouldn't want to tire himself to the point of fainting, but the reality is that for many surgeries, especially emergency trauma surgeries, it's necessary for him as the director to be present.
Especially for situations like today, where a steel bar penetrates the chest causing severe trauma, only he, the Thoracic Surgery Director, and a few associate directors at Eastern Hospital have the experience to handle such major trauma.
Frankly speaking, from Song Siming's perspective, the current generation of young doctors is somewhat lacking in successors.
Zhao Heng's sudden emergence is like a breath of fresh air to him.
Although his educational background is somewhat lacking, his other qualities are already quite impressive.
Quickly, the surgery begins.
"Prepare the rib spreader."
Seeing the steel bar penetrating through the chest, Song Siming frowns and says.
"Director, are we going to open the chest first?"
Li Haiyang asks with some confusion.
Generally speaking, for such thoracic penetration injuries, the priority is to remove the foreign object, which needs to be done gradually. If the chest is directly opened, the foreign steel bar loses its fixity, and the burrs on the steel bar surface have a high chance of damaging the arteries and heart.
"No time to go slowly, do as instructed."
Song Siming doesn't offer an explanation. The patient's condition is extremely serious; if they don't directly open the chest and remove the foreign object, but instead damage an artery causing bleeding while slowly removing the steel bar, it would be unmanageable.
Therefore, it's better to directly open the chest; even if there's bleeding, there's enough surgical field to address it.
At this moment, Zhao Heng sees another white light sphere bursting out in front of Song Siming.
Another experience burst?
The drop rate is quite high too.
It seems the more adept the person is, the more they drop.
Zhao Heng can't help but sigh in his heart.
Without hesitation, with a thought from Zhao Heng, the white light sphere fuses into his mind like a stream of light.
"Ding, picked up [Chest Acute Trauma Surgery Experience]..."
Soon, after integrating with the white light sphere, a vast amount of chest trauma management experience appears in Zhao Heng's mind.
How to open the chest, how to extract foreign objects, how to prevent damage to the heart, lungs, and nerves—all these experiences are instantly mastered.
The skill level of a surgeon is largely related to experience.
Otherwise, so many surgeons wouldn't aspire to work in major hospitals and perform major surgeries.
Staying in a small hospital, some surgeries are not just impossible to perform; it would be normal never to have even seen them in a lifetime.
"Director, the chest spreader."
Xu Man Ni hands the chest spreader to Song Siming, starting to remind him.
At this moment, Song Siming is contemplating, because to open the chest, they need someone to manually stabilize the steel bar inserted into the chest. This person's hands must be exceedingly steady, and at least half an hour is needed to complete the task, with absolutely no room for any shaking.
Otherwise, the burrs on the steel bar surface could pierce the arteries at any time, causing massive bleeding.
If the artery is damaged while the steel bar is still inside the patient, resulting in massive bleeding, it would be catastrophic.
Then, who in the room could have such steadiness?
Song Siming is weighing his options.
"Director, let me do it. I'm young and strong."
Seeing Song Siming weighing the options, Zhao Heng, who has integrated the chest acute trauma surgery experience from Song Siming, shares a similar approach and mindset with Song Siming regarding the patient's treatment.
As Zhao Heng speaks up, Li Haiyang standing nearby can't help but exhale a sigh of relief.
He had done this before; although it was just half an hour, having to hold the steel bar completely still with both hands, maintaining intense concentration, left his arms completely numb by the end—an unpleasant experience.
"Okay, you do it."
Still weighing his options, Song Siming, seeing Zhao Heng volunteering, nods appreciatively, feeling even more impressed with Zhao Heng.
It's a tough task, and he understands that.