Lan Yingjun clung stubbornly to the issue of the substitute.
Qin Xin’s eyes were slightly cold as she glanced at Ao Xinghao: "Take care of him."
Ao Xinghao understood her intent, extended his foot slightly, and hooked the chair behind Lan Yingjun.
As Lan Yingjun staggered and shouted "substitute," his heel tripped, and he fell backward, his head unfortunately hitting the leg of the chair.
"Bang——!"
He fell to the ground, unable to get up, groaning in pain.
Ao Xinghao sneered: "Now you can get lost, substitute player Lan Yingjun."
According to the competition rules, if a team mber is injured in the operating room, they must imdiately step down to beco a substitute, allowing another team mber to take over.
After dealing with Lan Yingjun, Ao Xinghao quickly returned to Qin Xin’s side: "Xin, is this really a cancer patient? How confident are you to perform such a difficult surgery?"
Removing a cancerous part is a hundred tis more difficult than removing a stone, isn’t it?
Who would dare operate on a cancer patient if they’re not an expert or professor?
However, Qin Xin gave him a faint glance: "I’m not confident."
Ao Xinghao was taken aback: "I’m worried the judges will co after you afterward."
If the surgery goes poorly, losing the competition is one thing, but Sister Xin being held accountable would be disastrous.
Unexpectedly, Qin Xin continued: "Would I do sothing I’m not confident in?"
Ao Xinghao: "..."
Xin, you’re too much; can’t you just say it all at once? My heart can’t take it.
Inside the operating room, the atmosphere was tense.
Ao Xinghao and others were encountering an abdominal surgery on a cancer patient for the first ti.
After Qin Xin opened the patient’s abdon and located the gallbladder, she began working on the bile duct.
On the screen, very clearly, a section of the bile duct with an incision already appeared!
It was exactly the place left uncut in Lan Yingjun’s previous incomplete minimally invasive surgery.
A neat incision where there was no stone—who would believe Lan Yingjun didn’t do it on purpose?
With evidence right in front of them, everyone in the operating room, all the dical students in the audience, and all the professors on the judging panel frowned and looked disdainfully at Lan Yingjun, who had just been carried out of the operating room by security.
Qin Xin was right.
This person really did cut the patient’s bile duct.
Upon finding the evidence, Qin Xin didn’t linger; she weighed the situation and, to minimize the patient’s pain, she started cleaning the cancerous tissue in the bile duct from that incision.
The surgery pressed on against the clock.
The patient was older, and his vital signs weren’t great, so Qin Xin quickly completed the excision, debrident, and then suturing.
"Do we need to increase the anesthesia dosage?" Ao Xinghao checked the ti, noting the anesthesia could last for 50 minutes, but Lan Yingjun had already wasted over half an hour.
Ti was running out.
Qin Xin waved her hand: "No need to increase. With anesthesia in the middle, it’s hard to control the dosage, and the patient’s age makes post-anesthesia complications likely. I’ll finish it soon."
In the audience, those who heard Qin Xin’s words sighed, "The healer’s benevolence."
Only Jun Ruyi sneered: "Who does she think she is? Finish a surgery in 15 minutes? Don’t forget even a simple stone surgery takes half an hour. Cancer removal surgery starts at two hours, doesn’t it?"
Everyone: "..."
It seed she had a point.
However.
Jun Ruyi never expected to be proven wrong so quickly.
minutes and 55 seconds.
Qin Xin raised her hands and had Ao Xinghao help her remove her surgical gown and mask.
She had completed the entire surgical procedure!
The patient slowly awoke from anesthesia, opened his eyes, and mumbled, "Young lady, thank you..."
Though anesthetized, the elderly patient seed to have a sense that it was this young lady who, with all her effort, pulled him back from the clutches of death.
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