Overpowered Resident Doctor-Chapter 199 - 198: Surgical Field of View

At 9:30 PM, Yan Feifan returned to Zuimo Court.

He walked through the door and saw the snooker table, which was supposed to be in the attic, sitting in the living room.

A saxophone rendition of "Jasmine" drifted down from the attic.

Yan Feifan went straight up the stairs to the attic.

He was surprised to find that the place had been completely transformed.

A row of mahogany screens, over two meters tall and inlaid with large panes of carved glass, divided the attic space into a bedroom and a living room on the east and west sides.

In the east-side living room where Yan Feifan stood, the floor was covered with a thick, floral-patterned carpet, and the surrounding walls were adorned with decorative tapestries.

He also saw a computer desk holding an ultra-thin laptop and a low tea table surrounded by floor cushions.

A purple clay tea set sat on the tea table.

In the northeast corner, there was a water dispenser and a bookshelf holding one hundred and five books.

Yan Feifan also noticed two badminton rackets hanging on the east wall. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

As for Yu Suye and his sister, they were each lounging lazily on large, hand-shaped sofas.

One was reading a hefty medical monograph, while the other was playing on a tablet.

"Feifan, how did the discussion about the collaboration project go tonight?"

Faced with his sister's question, Yan Feifan was about to blurt out that it was a no-go, but he stopped himself just as the words were about to leave his mouth.

'That was close!'

'In this collaboration, Yu Suye is essentially a corporate spy.'

"We just discussed the preliminary terms. We still need to go over the details."

Yan Feifan answered vaguely, noticing Yu Suye sneaking glances at him from the corner of her eye.

He couldn't help but feel a little relieved that he had caught himself in time.

Yan Feifan changed the subject. "That snooker table..."

Yan Ziruo picked up where her brother left off. "Feifan, Mr. Wang said that if we don't need it, he'll hire people to dismantle it and take it away."

"After all, it cost tens of thousands to buy, and it won't be worth much if we sell it."

She stretched lazily and continued, "Feifan, why don't you practice some snooker? You should pick up a sport as a hobby."

Yan Ziruo pressed on, "Su Ye is great at badminton, but you don't have a single decent hobby."

"When the hospital holds social events or sports competitions, you can only stand by and watch. How awkward is that!"

Yan Feifan said seriously, "Developing a hobby is a waste of time. Besides, saving lives is both my job and my hobby."

He changed the subject again. "The attic changed so much in just one day. Pretty efficient!"

Yu Suye put down her book and chuckled lightly. "It's acceptable, I suppose."

"We couldn't make any major alterations and we were in a hurry, so we just had the home renovation company arrange things in whatever way was most convenient and fastest."

Then she said with a regretful look, "It would've been great if we could have built a bathroom in the attic too."

Yan Feifan rolled his eyes. "You wish."

At that moment, Yan Ziruo got up and pulled Yan Feifan by the hand. "Feifan, come sit on this sofa. See how it feels."

Once Yan Feifan sat down, she asked, "Isn't it comfortable? From now on, you can sit on this comfy sofa, read books with Su Ye, and discuss medical topics together."

Yan Feifan stood up again, shaking his head. "It's comfortable to sit in, but it's not suitable for reading and studying."

"An environment that's too comfortable will lower your learning efficiency."

Hearing this, Yu Suye couldn't help but retort, "A person with no self-control will accomplish little, even if they go to extreme lengths to study."

"For someone with strong self-control, the environment is just a trivial external factor."

"In that case, why not make the environment more comfortable and let yourself study in a more relaxed and pleasant way?"

Yan Feifan didn't want to waste time arguing with her about this, so he changed the subject again. "I'm going back to my room to write my paper."

"Hey, Feifan..."

Yan Ziruo called out but couldn't stop him. She turned to Yu Suye, a little embarrassed. "Actually, Feifan wants to study in comfort too. He just never had such good conditions before."

"Su Ye, let me tell you, Feifan started tutoring to earn money when he was just seven or eight."

"Let's put it this way: basically all of my expenses for middle school, high school, and college were paid for by the money Feifan earned from tutoring."

Yu Suye's interest was suddenly piqued. "Ruoruo, tell me about what Feifan was like when he was a kid..."

Yan Feifan's paper on percutaneous ethanol injections for spinal canal tumors was actually already finished.

However, to prevent academic issues like incorrect citations or annotations, it still needed a further, detailed proofreading.

For Yan Feifan, with his eidetic memory, this wasn't a huge amount of work.

Even so, it took him nearly an hour to meticulously complete the task from start to finish.

Just then, Yan Feifan noticed the notification light on his phone blinking incessantly.

He opened his phone and found an email forwarded from Zheng Libin.

It was the medical record of a police officer named Wang Zenglin.

Wang Zenglin was the officer Yan Feifan had seen that afternoon at the district public security bureau, the one who walked with a stoop.

Yan Feifan had become interested in his injury.

He had asked Zheng Libin to request the man's medical records when it was convenient so he could study them.

Yan Feifan opened the attached medical records in the email and first clicked on Wang Zenglin's CT scan images.

Compared to MRI scans, CT scans are slightly less clear, especially for examining tissues like blood vessels and nerves.

The problem was that the bullet was metal, so Wang Zenglin couldn't get an MRI.

However, this didn't affect Yan Feifan much.

With his precise understanding of human anatomy, as long as he knew the exact location where the bullet was lodged, the surrounding situation would naturally become clear to him.

So, with just one glance at the CT scan, Yan Feifan understood why the doctors had said removing the bullet would be dangerous.

The bullet was stuck between the first and second lumbar vertebrae.

Judging by its precise location, the bullet was in a dense area of intervertebral nerves and arteries.

During the surgery to remove it, the slightest slip could damage a nerve or artery, with unforeseeable consequences.

The biggest issue was that the bullet was situated deep within the abdominal cavity, so the surgical field was completely blocked by organs like the liver, intestines, and stomach.

This "surgical field" refers to exposure.

On the operating table, exposure is extremely important.

Only with clear exposure can a surgeon accurately perform dissection, separation, removal, or repair.

"If the exposure is not clear, do not proceed!" This is a surgical maxim.

Exposure is achieved, on one hand, by using various instruments to retract and open up the area, providing the surgeon with enough visual and operational space.

On the other hand, it requires keeping the surgical field clean and clear.

This mainly involves separating adhesions, achieving complete hemostasis, and promptly suctioning out any fluids that accumulate during the operation.

In Wang Zenglin's case, it would be like operating in the dark in a high-risk area fraught with danger. Naturally, no surgeon would dare to attempt it...

Yan Feifan had a total thumb reconstruction surgery the next evening and needed to rest and conserve his energy.

He quickly went over Wang Zenglin's medical records and then went to sleep...