Feng Jianguo stood at the surgeon's position and looked carefully at the patient's abdominal cavity, which was like a hundreds of straw clothing. There were at least 20 positions where the intestinal sutures had been placed.
This works too? He was entranced.
This was not a standard surgical method, and it did not even exist in any medical scientific conjecture.
There was already a faint trace of blood in the area between the anastomosed incisions.
The appearance of blood circulation meant that the postoperative recovery would be much better, and the possibility of a leak in the anastomosed area would be very small.
But if he cut the intestine like this, how was he going to write the surgery record ...
"Xiaocao, you've seen the surgery process, right?" Feng Jianguo thought for a moment and used the large tweezer in his hand to knock on the zipper that Quan xiaocao was holding.
