Lin Lin did not participate in the operation this time, but instead served as the commander-in-chief, coordinating various matters and handling some emergencies.
She stood in front of the control console, in front of her was a row of display screens showing images from all angles of the operating table and real-time data from various instruments.
Her eyes moved quickly across the screen, not missing any subtle changes, while constantly conveying instructions and reminders to the surgical team through the headset.
She is like a general sitting in the central military camp, planning and controlling the overall situation.
Although she did not perform the operation herself, every decision she made affected the success of the operation and the patient's life. Her presence gave the entire surgical team a backbone, allowing them to remain calm and professional in a tense atmosphere.
In the previous tissue cell extraction work, the surgeon at the time, Dr. Damei, encountered unprecedented challenges.
The first problem was Song Rong's unusual tortoise-shell-like skin. This wasn't to say his skin had the same pattern as a tortoise's carapace, but rather that its texture was as hard as a tortoise's shell. The medical team tried various conventional surgical tools, but with limited success. Finally, they used an angle grinder, designed for cutting through hard objects, to finally make a breakthrough.
The thrilling scene still scares the medical staff involved.
Compared to the last time, everything had gone relatively smoothly so far. Lin Lin still held onto a glimmer of hope and wanted to try opening the incision where the extraction was needed, before using a skin softener. This was both an exploration into optimizing the surgical plan and a way to better understand Song Rong's unique condition.
The scene changed and came to the operating table.
From her position, it can be seen that the surgeon in charge of this operation is still the experienced Da Mei. She stands in front of the operating table with a focused and calm look. The scalpel in her hand is like a part of her body, ready to complete this crucial step at any time.
Zhao Ming stood by, his expression serious, his eyes fixed on the operating area, ready to handle any emergency. If Damei became exhausted or encountered a difficult problem, he would quickly switch operations with her to ensure the smooth and stable operation.
The entire surgical team held their breath, waiting for this crucial step to begin.
"Let's start the operation!" Lin Lin said.
Damei took a deep breath and then gently placed the scalpel on Song Rong's skin.
She could clearly feel the unusual resistance, which was like a solid barrier, stubbornly resisting the scalpel's entry.
Although the skin seemed slightly softer this time compared to the steel-like touch during the last operation, this subtle change was just a drop in the bucket for the surgical operation. The scalpel still could not successfully cut even a deep enough incision on this special skin.
When the scalpel gently slid across, it only left a very shallow white mark on the shield-like tough skin. This white mark was like the mark left by a naughty child when he casually scratched the hard marble with a stone. It disappeared in a flash, and there was almost no proof that the scalpel had ever been there.
The skin was still intact, as if silently mocking the inability of the surgical instruments.
Fine beads of sweat appeared on Damei's forehead. She knew very well that she couldn't be stumped at this step.
She adjusted her breathing slightly, calmed herself down, and raised the scalpel again. This time, she changed the cutting angle, trying to find a breakthrough point along the diagonal line of the skin texture.
The moment the scalpel made contact with her skin, there was still that heart-pounding resistance, but Damei didn't give up. She slowly and firmly applied force, precisely controlling every muscle movement. The scalpel in her hand seemed to become an extension of her will.
However, the result was still unsatisfactory. It only deepened the original white mark, and it was still a long way from successfully cutting the skin.
"Director Lin, we still can't use a normal scalpel to cut the skin." Damei reported to Lin Lin through the headset, with an undisguised solemnity in her voice.
Lin Lin frowned, thought for a moment and said, "Damei, try using a high-frequency vibration knife. Maybe the vibration can break through the toughness of the skin."
Damei nodded, and the nurse beside her quickly handed over the high-frequency vibration knife.
The moment the knife was started, it made a slight buzzing sound and the blade vibrated slightly.
Damei aimed the knife at the wound again and slowly brought it down.
When the vibrating knife came into contact with the skin, it produced a strange feeling of friction. The resistance still existed, but under the action of vibration, the tiny wound only expanded a little.
Every slight advance of the scalpel is like playing tug-of-war with a tenacious force, and every tiny progress is hard-won.
However, this speed was far from enough for the operation. Time passed in the tense atmosphere, and every second was like a huge rock hanging in everyone's heart.
In the small room, Lin Lin also observed the current situation through the display screen on the wall. Her eyes were solemn, and her hands unconsciously clenched slightly into fists. Not a single detail escaped her.
Turning on the microphone on the table, he said, "Use a softener and apply a wet compress locally to see if it works."
Her voice was calm and decisive, a decision she made after weighing the pros and cons.
Although we had hoped to avoid using softeners as much as possible, the patient's condition now does not allow any further delay. Every minute of delay may increase the risk of surgery, and softeners may be the key to solving the current dilemma.
In the operating room, Damei immediately stopped what she was doing after hearing the instructions.
He placed the high-frequency direct-action knife aside, took the prepared softener and gauze for wet compress from the nurse, applied the softener evenly on the gauze, and then gently covered the skin around the wound.
Two minutes later, Damei removed the gauze used for wet compress.
To the naked eye, the skin that was originally as tough as a rock seemed to have changed a little. Damei first pressed it with her hand, and then lightly scratched the original wound with a scalpel, leaving a very obvious scar.
However, the scar is still far from the depth required for normal surgery, but it is enough to prove that the skin softener is effective for Song Rong.
Lin Lin was in the small room, closely watching everything that happened on the operating table.
Her voice came clearly through the microphone again: "Let's give a subcutaneous injection! Speed up the process and don't waste all the time on this step." Her words were concise and powerful, with unquestionable majesty.
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