Li Zheng turned over and got up, picked up the white coat hanging behind the door, threw it behind him, and put it on quickly.
"It's the middle of the night, and there are still people fishing! There is no shortage of fishermen in every era! And they often cause trouble!" Li Zheng found it a little funny just thinking about it.
Arriving in the treatment room, Li Zheng saw a man sitting in a chair, wearing a striped sweater. His skin was bronze, and his age was hard to tell, judging by his facial features, he was probably around 30. Next to him was a fellow angler of similar age, with darker skin and wearing a black sweater. If he hadn't been smiling that night in the wild, he might not have been seen.
There were several fish hooks hanging from the striped fisherman's mouth. Li Zheng thought he was dazzled, but when he got closer, he saw that there were indeed several hooks, and the hooks were very big. He didn't know the specific size of the hooks, but he knew that they could catch fish weighing at least 50 kilograms.
"This is a bomb hook!" Li Zheng stared at it for a while, shook his head and said, "There's something wrong with your binding technique. It's too loose. Otherwise, there wouldn't be three hooks stuck in the flesh."
There are four in total, and three of them were hung up. This guy is really unlucky.
The striped fisherman stammered and tried to speak, but his upper and lower lips were hooked. Every time he moved his lips, his facial features were distorted with pain. He could only stare at his fishing friend with a vicious look.
The black-faced angler smiled awkwardly and said, "This is all my fault. He was standing behind me and I forgot. I cast the hook and hooked him!"
Zhu Haiping and Zeng Pengfei both wanted to laugh, but felt it was inappropriate and held it back.
"Haha, you caught a big fish!" Li Zheng said with a smile.
The black-faced angler nodded and laughed, "That's right! A giant fish weighing over a hundred pounds was caught tonight!"
The striped fisherman glared at the black-faced fisherman with a look that could dig out two pieces of his flesh.
Chen Dayong also came to the treatment room. Seeing the situation, he laughed and said, "Your fishing skills are pretty good. They are all good!"
The striped fisherman shook his head helplessly. Seeing that the doctors were very relaxed, he thought it shouldn't be difficult to handle, so he didn't get too angry.
"Doctor, please take it down quickly. We have already made a heavy bait. We have to continue fishing when we go back, otherwise the bait will be wasted!" said the black-faced fisherman.
"It's a bit tricky!" Chen Dayong took a closer look. "There are so many hooks, all with barbs. Even with anesthesia, it's difficult to remove them even if you cut them open. Unless you make a large incision and sew it up, the mouth will look a bit ugly."
Zhu Haiping and Zeng Pengfei also frowned.
If there is only one fish hook, then make one incision and suture one stitch, which will not have a big impact. However, there are three hooks, one of which has pierced the lower lip, so the incision must also be made in two directions. Moreover, if the incision is small, the barb of the hook will easily hook the flesh and it will be difficult to remove. Forcibly pulling it out will tear the tissue. It is necessary to make an incision that can at least accommodate a small curved forceps to stretch the tissue to remove the hook in order to minimize the damage.
As a result, there are too many wounds on the lips, and the scars seriously affect the appearance.
"Doctor, please think of a way to avoid leaving scars on him. He is only 22 years old and hasn't found a partner yet!" the black-faced angler requested.
"What, only 22 years old?" Zhu Haiping exclaimed.
"Yeah, doesn't it?" the dark-faced angler said, "I'm only 20 years old!"
Zhu Haiping's eyes wandered over their faces, muttering, "They look over 30!"
Both fishermen were very angry.
"Hehe, that's how fishermen are. They get tanned and usually look about 10 years older. I also liked fishing when I just graduated. When I went out with my cousin, people thought I was her father, so I quit fishing after that!" Chen Dayong laughed.
Zhu Haiping nodded vigorously, indicating that he would never become a fisherman in the future.
"Dayong, go to the operating room and borrow a pair of pliers." Li Zheng suddenly said.
"What? Pliers?" Chen Dayong asked in surprise.
Everyone was shocked.
It's just a fishhook, is it necessary to use such a powerful tool?
The striped fisherman was very scared. Is this going to be a violent demolition?
Li Zheng nodded and said, "Using pliers can minimize the damage and even eliminate the need for incision!"
How to remove it without making an incision?
No one can figure it out.
Li Zheng comforted the striped fisherman and said, "Don't worry, I will give you anesthesia and it won't hurt."
The striped fisherman nodded, the fear in his eyes a little less, but still very nervous.
Chen Dayong didn't ask too many questions and went to the operating room to borrow equipment in person.
Zhu Haiping brought Li Zheng a debridement kit and prepared a syringe and anesthetic.
Li Zheng let the striped fisherman lie on the treatment bed.
After disinfection, he was given local anesthesia.
As the anesthetic was injected, the fisherman's lips swelled up visibly, like two sausages.
Chen Dayong came back soon.
Li Zheng opened the cloth covering the pliers, picked them up, and moved them a little. The pliers made a creaking sound.
These pliers are usually used to cut Kirschner wires. The jaws have some missing teeth. Li Zheng touched it and it seemed to be a little less sharp. He wondered if it could cut through them.
"Dayong, use pliers to lift the fishhook." Li Zheng said.
Chen Dayong quickly put on gloves, picked up the pliers, and lifted the tail of a fish hook on his upper lip.
The striped fisherman was so scared that he quickly closed his eyes. After waiting for a while, he felt no pain and felt relieved. He opened his eyes and watched Li Zheng's operation curiously.
The black-faced fisherman was more nervous than his fishing friends. After all, the problem was caused by him, and whether it could be solved smoothly would determine whether he could continue fishing tonight.
Li Zheng carefully clamped the tail of the fishhook with the shears, and used his arms and pectoral muscles to clamp it as tightly as possible.
I have used my maximum strength, but my hands don't feel like they are being pinched or broken.
Li Zheng let go.
Chen Dayong hurried to check.
"These shears are too blunt, they only flattened 1/3 of it!" Chen Dayong complained.
Zhu Haiping thought for a moment and said curiously, "Didn't the jacket needle surgery on Zheng's cousin's fracture last time work very easily?"
Li Zheng shook his head and said, "Fishing hooks are made of steel with a higher purity and are harder. Kirschner wires have to take into account the elastic modulus, which is both tough and soft, and has a much lower hardness. This bomb hook is originally used to catch big fish, so it is harder and it is normal that it cannot be cut."
Zhu Haiping nodded with an expression that showed he understood.
"What should we do now? Do we still need to cut it open?" Zhu Haiping said.
The two fishermen became nervous again.
Li Zheng shook his head, "No, keep cutting!"
After saying that, Chen Dayong lifted the fishhook again, and Li Zheng clamped the same part and exerted force again.
After releasing it, Chen Dayong took a look and shook his head, "No, this time it's only a little more than one-third, it doesn't seem to be making much progress."
The two fishermen were desperate and it seemed that they had no choice but to cut it open.
Li Zheng also put down the shears.
Just when everyone thought Li Zheng was going to pick up a blade, Li Zheng picked up a needle holder and a pair of curved pliers.
I saw him clamp the middle part of the fish hook with needle-holding pliers, clamp the tail end with curved pliers, and then keep twisting the curved pliers, bending the clamped part back and forth little by little.
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