"A sight for sore eyes! Even though I have already seen Shen Qiang's operations before, his natural movents when he stands in front of the operating table can still make an old fellow like feel my blood boiling."
Hearing the praise from the director of cardiothoracic surgery, the director of neurosurgery couldn't help nodding, "Indeed, even if you set aside the surgery itself, just the movents alone are enough to deliver a strong impact."
"Precise, spiritually agile, elegant yet natural, as inspiring as the breezes of early spring, yet as warm as the morning sun," the director of general surgery sighed, "This perhaps is a talent that others can never imitate."
Everyone fell silent, their eyes filled with envy as they watched Shen Qiang.
The female reporter, who had been squeezed against the glass wall, turned back in surprise upon hearing this, and looking over the shoulder of the female doctor behind her, said, "Excuse , aren't other doctors like this when they perform surgeries?"
At these words, the director of general surgery laughed, "Let alone interns, ordinary surgeons feel like they are walking on thin ice during an operation, trembling, fearing any mistake."
The director of neurosurgery nodded, adding, "Yes, even I, during surgeries, have noticeably stiff movents, not to ntion achieving Shen Qiang's level of ease. To reach even half of his skill, I'm sure I would wake up laughing from a dream."
The female reporter was astounded; involuntarily, the image of Director Wang beside the operating table ca to mind.
Frightened eyes.
Trembling arms,
Waxen complexion, the incessant beads of sweat on his forehead.
Compared to Shen Qiang, who was performing with ease at the mont, as if he were as light as a cloud, he seed like a clumsy, fat duck.
Looking at Shen Qiang, who was focused and moved with an ethereal grace.
A light blush flew to the female reporter's face, and she suddenly crossed her legs.
"That... he's so handso!"
"The pancreas and stomach, successful blood vessel separation!" At this mont, Wu Guoxi's excited voice ca through the communicator, "Coming up, the separation of the retroperitoneal blood vessels in the upper abdon, you go, Shen Qiang! With him around, these are simply not problems!"
Upon hearing this,
The director of neurosurgery sighed deeply, "Worthy of Shen Qiang indeed, such a complex pancreatic blood vessel separation, even if I were to do it, it would take at least half an hour to complete, plus the gastric blood vessels, roughly an hour."
The director of cardiothoracic surgery smiled, "You're flattering yourself, are you sure you can finish it in an hour?"
The director of neurosurgery was startled, his old face a bit red, he coughed and said, "I could have done it when I was young, and now it should be about the sa."
The director of cardiothoracic surgery laughed.
The director of general surgery frowned, "If I were to do it, these two operations would take at least an hour and a half, but I checked the ti, and from the mont Shen Qiang stood by the operating table, it's only been two minutes."
"So fast!"
The people who had snapped back to their senses were shocked when they checked the ti.
The female reporter with flushed cheeks gazed wide-eyed at the exquisite watch.
"Two minutes, he really only took two minutes!"
This discovery made her involuntarily raise her head, nervously looking towards Shen Qiang in the operating room.
"The separation of the retroperitoneal blood vessels in the upper abdon is extrely complex, and I estimate that even for soone with Shen Qiang's superior surgical skills, it would take at least ten minutes to complete."
Upon hearing the director of neurosurgery's words, the director of cardiothoracic surgery furrowed his brows, "This part of the surgery is not uncommon in cardiothoracic surgery, the retroperitoneal blood vessels are particularly delicate, and the peritoneum is very fragile, a slight mishap, and the blood vessels will get entangled with the broken peritoneum."
"So under normal circumstances, this part of the surgery usually takes around two hours, but if Shen Qiang is doing it, I think seven or eight minutes should be about right, even he can't be faster."
"Indeed, human potential is not limitless, even a god couldn't possibly complete the separation of retroperitoneal blood vessels in the upper abdon in just a couple of minutes," the director of general surgery nodded in agreent.
Hearing their words, other doctors in attendance also expressed their opinions.
"Yes, Shen Qiang is very strong, incredibly strong, but after all, he is human, so even he can't surpass the limits."
"That makes sense, although I don't understand the specific situation of this patient's abdominal tumor, generally speaking, the area where the upper abdominal peritoneum connects to the blood vessels is always tricky, sotis involving three to five vessels, other tis as many as a dozen."
"Well, it's not just about cutting these blood vessels but also considering haemostasis and so issues with internal circulation. Given this, even for Shen Qiang, I think it's impossible to do it in less than fifteen minutes."
Everyone nodded in agreent.
The female reporter, cramd against the glass wall, fixated her beautiful eyes on Shen Qiang beside the operating table.
"Oh, so this is where the real challenge of surgery lies. Even with his strength, it takes him at least a dozen minutes to complete. So, let watch everything closely from now on."
With this thought in her mind, the female reporter's expression relaxed.
Almost at the sa mont.
Shen Qiang's arm in the operating room moved.
A flash of cold light streaked by.
Afterward, Shen Qiang revealed a slight smile at the corner of his mouth.
Then the female reporter was shocked to find that everyone in the operating room was stunned.
As she pondered the situation, which seed a bit off,
Wu Guoxi beside the operating table had already jumped up and, with tears of excitent brimming in his eyes, he roared into the communicator, "Completed! The separation of the blood vessels behind the upper abdominal peritoneum, Shen Qiang did it with a single strike!"
"How is this possible!" The three directors stood dumbstruck as if petrified.
People in the observation room looked at each other in disbelief.
There was no applause, no praise, only the blank expressions on their faces as they looked at each other.
"A single strike to separate the blood vessels behind the upper abdominal peritoneum? Am I dreaming?"
"It must be a dream, but why does it feel so real?"
"A miracle! This has to be a miracle!"
One doctor who snapped back to reality shouted, instantly igniting the observation room, which was subrged in bewildernt.
"My goodness, he severed the peritoneum and blood vessels with one strike; how terrifyingly precise and controlled must his strength be!"
"I think I'll never be able to surpass him in my lifeti."
"Surpass him? Dream on. If you had a third, no, a tenth of Shen Qiang's talent, that would be more than enough to boast proudly in Bikang!"
Listens to the voices of the others' shock and looking at Shen Qiang beside the operating table, who was composed.
The female reporter with her eyes wide open, not only trembled lightly on her tender lips, but her fists were also clenched tightly.
Especially when the image of Shen Qiang nonchalantly swinging the knife, with the smile that appeared at the corner of his mouth in that gleaming mont, crossed her mind.
She held her clenched fists to her chest, and her crossed legs trembled uncontrollably.
"His smile is so handso, like a spring breeze that strips away all my clothes, as if basking in the warm sunshine. Her face already flushed red as if to bleed, she shook her head vigorously, "Stop it, oh no, but why is my heart still trembling!"
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