Chapter 745 - 370: It's Just Not a Livestream, Right? (Part 2)

"Does it not hurt? Then try moving a bit..."

"Yes, lift your hand, flex your fingers a little."

"Spread your fingers apart again..."

Mu Nanshu cooperated with each instruction.

When Lu Cheng re-entered the room, he saw more and more people gathering around and finally couldn't help but snap: "What are you all doing?"

"Was it properly sterilized?"

"Who was the first to touch it? Get out!"

"This is my operating room, I don't need you in here."

The group dispersed, but no one spoke.

In fact, they weren't sure who was the first to get close to the operating table.

For now, they're relying on the fact that the law doesn't blame the crowd.

Seeing no one responding, Lu Cheng said, "If you're going to watch, watch properly. If you can't, just leave."

"If this happens again, don't blame me for being impolite!"

"Damn you, Dai Linfang." Lu Cheng muttered to himself with his final curse.

...

After Lu Cheng once again completed the disinfection of Mu Nanshu's right hand and arm and finished draping the cloth, there were seven green-gowned people at the operating table.

There were only two microscopes, making it eight green-gowned doctors in total including him.

Along with two instrument nurses and a circulating nurse.

Lu Cheng directly said, "Professor Xie Xiao, Professor Xie Ziyuan, please stay, everyone else off the stage."

"Don't crowd."

"There might be contact during the operation."

Upon hearing this, Xie Xiao and Xie Ziyuan stood still while the others remained silent.

Among them were Leng Hua'an from Xiangya Third Hospital and You Junze, an associate professor from Union Hospital.

Clearly, the others wanted to observe the details of this first surgery closely.

Once off the stage, it's hard to see the details.

This operating room feels pointless to enter if that's the case.

Lu Cheng bit his lip and said, "To all the teachers, let me put it frankly in advance."

"I said beforehand, this surgery is not open to the public."

"It's quite an achievement for you to be here."

"But, if any accidents occur during surgery, I will hold you legally responsible."

"I've got a recorder hanging on my neck!~"

Lu Cheng made his final warning.

"Director Lu, that's not necessary. We're just here to observe, we won't interfere," said one of the green-gowned individuals.

Lu Cheng smiled and said, "I hope so."

...

Lu Cheng then lowered his head and carefully examined his own familiar slender fingers on his right hand.

In his mind, Lu Cheng had gone through the surgical procedure many times, so he cut the skin without hesitation...

Lu Cheng brought his focus back and tried not to think of the person lying on the operating table as Mu Nanshu, but as an ordinary patient.

As Lu Cheng began to operate, he heard the sound of a shutter clicking!

Someone was using a professional camera to document it with photos.

Lu Cheng ignored it!

He continued his meticulous operation, executing every step to perfection.

The main cause of the dysfunction in Mu Nanshu's right hand fingers was adhesion after tendon suturing.

It also involved slight nerve function impairment.

Primarily affecting the index and middle fingers.

Lu Cheng could only address them one by one.

In the case of both tendon and nerve damage, it's generally best to relieve the tendon adhesions first.

"Miss, will this operation hurt?" Lu Cheng tried not to regard Mu Nanshu as someone familiar, just treating her as an average girl.

"No," Mu Nanshu replied gently.

"I'll alert you if I feel anything."

Lu Cheng continued with the operation.

The tendon adhesions necessitated excision and repair, which is basically tendon repair surgery, a variant of wound cleaning skills.

Lu Cheng exposed all the adherent tendons before proceeding with the cleaning.

The scalpel in Lu Cheng's hand was sharp, and every cut removed a scar nodule.

However, Lu Cheng's precise cuts seemed to perfectly restore the removed nodules to a nearly normal tendon alignment.

It was as if Lu Cheng were not performing surgery, but sculpting a work of art.

During Lu Cheng's operation, gasps of astonishment resonated both above and below the operating table.

While excising the scarring, Lu Cheng seemed to be peeling asparagus, with precisely the right thickness, separating the skin without affecting the fibers, and the asparagus flesh remained intact.

This was the pinnacle application of local knife skills.

Directly across from Lu Cheng, Professor Xie Xiao occupied the other microscope, allowing him to see more detailed areas.

Thus, Professor Xie Xiao's exclamations were the most direct.

His voice, fine and low, said: "Wow, can surgical techniques reach such a level?"

"Can tendon repair be done like this? Can it be this flawless?"

"Is this pair of hands somehow enhanced?"

These murmurs might not be heard by those below the stage, but Lu Cheng and those on stage could hear them.

Lu Cheng paid no attention.

But the other five on the operating table clamored for better views, constantly moving their heads into the central visual field.

Perhaps their heads bumped.

One head, while pulling back, clunked against the shadowless lamp.

The shadowless lamp is movable, and the halogen light was immediately knocked off course.

The surgical field instantly darkened.

Lu Cheng's hand, holding the knife, was only 0.1mm away from the scar of the radial tendon of Mu Nanshu's index finger. If it weren't for Lu Cheng's precise control, the knife would have already struck.

If it had, Lu Cheng would have had to rely on feel to blindly adjust the tendon repair.

Lu Cheng raised his head.

"I'm sorry!" apologized the middle-aged man who hit the shadowless lamp immediately, while instructing the people below the table to refocus the light.

"Get off the stage!~" Lu Cheng recognized him as Professor Liang Guocheng from Union Hospital, a senior professor even older than Professor Xie Xiao.

"I didn't mean to, Xiao Lu. I promise it won't happen again!" Liang Guocheng still refused to step down easily.

"I'll call the police! You get off the stage! You choose!" Lu Cheng's voice was especially unfriendly.

He stood his ground!

Seeing the stubborn look in Lu Cheng's eyes, Liang Guocheng reluctantly squeezed his way off the stage.

Completely away from the crowd.

Only then did Lu Cheng resume the surgery, his voice gentle and amiable: "Professor Xie, please lift the tendon for me."

"Miss, will lifting the tendon like this cause any pulling pain?" Lu Cheng asked Mu Nanshu again.

Mu Nanshu replied meticulously, "It feels a bit of a pull, but no pain."

"Great."

Lu Cheng nodded, signaling Xie Xiao to proceed. As the first assistant, this was within Xie Xiao's responsibilities.

However, perhaps noticing that Lu Cheng wasn't operating, one of the green-gowned doctors, close to Xie Xiao on the table, gave the tendon a tug once Xie Xiao lifted it with forceps!

He specifically adjusted the lifted section to better examine the debrided details.

After about five or six seconds, he let go in disbelief: "The repair is so well done."

"Step down," Lu Cheng said, glancing at him.

"You weren't even operating just now..." the middle-aged man looked at Lu Cheng.

"I know you meant no harm, but I'm wary of your enthusiasm, which is why I rejected a live broadcast!~"

"I said, step down. Do you hear me? This is my operating room."

"I don't care who you are. After stepping down, if I need to kneel and apologize, that's my business, but now, in this operating room, if you don't heed my instructions, leave!~"

"We're all adults, don't lose face." Lu Cheng admonished, tilting his chin.

Are these people here to sabotage? Certainly not.

They're curious, seeking knowledge.

Yet, precisely because of this, they might inadvertently be a bit unruly.

After all, they believe they understand the surgery to a certain extent, so they assume that certain actions won't harm the patient.

Sometimes, intrigued, they might even want to touch the "artwork" they've witnessed!

This is the madness of learning.

Their enthusiasm for learning is their admirable trait, which is also what makes Lu Cheng cautious now.

In this surgery, Lu Cheng doesn't want any mishaps, not even the slightest!

The middle-aged man took a deep breath, retreating two steps, and joined the instrument station alongside the nurse.

"I told you to get off the stage!~"

"Don't you understand?" Lu Cheng continued assertively.

He didn't care whether the other party meant it or not.

As long as such actions occurred, they presented a potential danger.

Potential dangers needed to be addressed and resolved.

Mu Nanshu advised, "Dr. Lu, it's okay."

Lu Cheng sternly reprimanded, "You be quiet, this is my operating room."

Mu Nanshu's efforts to mitigate conflicts were futile.