The Surgeon's Studio

"Boss, you're so awesome!" Professor Rudolf Wagner praised from the bottom of his heart.

"Pay attention to the surgery." Zheng Ren ignored the professor's words. He was feeling a little dizzy, but he was barely able to hold on.

Zheng Ren had a feeling that his condition would be better than now even if he had performed surgery in Pengxi for three days and three nights.

In the future, he really couldn't use the eye of truth skill casually.

Oh my God!

Zheng Ren suppressed the frustration in his chest, took a deep breath, and continued the surgery. Then, he placed the guide wire and catheter into the original stent.

After exchanging the hard sackcloth bag, Zheng Ren began to expand the true cavity of the thoracic artery with the sackcloth.

Professor Rudolf Wagner's heart almost jumped out of his throat.

The wall of the patient's true thoracic cavity was already very thin in some parts. If he did not use force, he could not push it up at all. If he used too much force, he might burst the entire blood vessel.

The operation at this moment was entirely based on the user's hand.

The pressure of the inflatable ball bag and how much of the blood vessels could be pushed up could be determined by the surgeon with a single thought. Even if the others were blind, they wouldn't be able to see the secret behind it.

Professor Rudolf Wagner did not even dare to breathe, afraid that a small movement would affect Zheng Ren's operation.

If the surgery failed, would those surgical instruments still be of use?

Open up the chest on the spot? This was very unfamiliar to the professor. He probably wouldn't even be able to help when the time came.

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As for the boss, he was also very good at surgery.

Although the boss had a plan to deal with it, it was better not to use it. The professor prayed in his heart that it would succeed and that the boss would not be the judge.

Returning with his boss, the professor expected to return home in glory and beat up the coward, guy Muller, with hemostatic forceps.

However, he had encountered a patient who had made a mistake. The patient had a complicated and bizarre condition, and the operation was very difficult ... The professor even felt a little regretful. He must have learned the wrong things from his boss in China.

This kind of thing, he would definitely try not to touch it if possible. For such a difficult surgery, once the referee was done, there would definitely be people who would criticize. How could it be compared to TIPS surgery, where the hemostat was used to hit the radial palpitate of guy Muller?

Seriously, he must have learned the bad things from his boss. He wanted treatment and surgery every time he saw a patient, and he didn't consider anything other than medical care.

"Pa~~" professor Rudolph Wagner was criticizing Zheng Ren in his heart when he suddenly felt a sharp pain from his left radial styloid.

"A TX2 stent," Zheng Ren was holding a pair of hemostatic forceps that glinted coldly in his hand, like a scalpel that could take a person's life.

Uh ... The professor was stunned for a moment. On the screen in front of him, the thoracic aorta had been replaced by a balloon valve, creating a pathway.

He quickly opened the sterile package of the thoracic artery stent and handed it to Zheng Ren.

The stent was inserted along the guide wire. Half of it was in the original stent, and the other half was in the true cavity of the abdominal aorta above the abdominal trunk. After opening it, Zheng Ren finally heaved a sigh of relief.

Once this part of the stent was opened, the thoracic artery would be fine.

The further it was from the heart, the lower the danger. If it really broke, surgery would still be in time. It was unlike the ruptured thoracic artery. He would probably only have less than ten seconds left.

At that time, he would be in a flurry again, but if his energy was at its peak, he would not be afraid. However, now that he was dizzy from the eye of truth, it was better to avoid unnecessary trouble.

After a stent was inserted, the following surgery was smooth. It was as if a pipe had been laid, and they went in one by one. It was simple and without any suspense.

Professor Max Muller was dumbfounded.

To be honest, he did not understand the operation of using a balloon to push against the endartium of the blood vessel. That kind of operation depended on the surgeon's hand, so professor Gardner Muller didn't think he was bad.

However, he gradually fell into a state of confusion as he laid the frame.

There was a lot of talk about how a stent was placed next to another. The gap in the middle must not be too big. Otherwise, if there was a 1cm gap suddenly, this section of the blood vessel might be in trouble.

It wasn't "maybe," it was "definitely."

However, there would be some differences between placing a stent according to the x – ray image and the actual operation. Under normal circumstances, a 0.1- 0.2 cm gap would be left according to the standard of the surgeon.

It was only a millimeter gap, so it was not a big problem.

However, in the image transmitted on the screen, the stent was tightly attached to each other without any gaps. It was like the limestone floor of a Cathedral, seamless, showing the exquisite craftsmanship of the craftsman.

When he saw this, he could only admit that his surgical skills were much worse than that young doctor 's.

The facts were right in front of professor Gardner Muller, and he had to admit it. If he was on the stage, he would definitely not be able to put the support frame in such a way. It was so tight that there was no gap at all.

How did Rudolf Wagner find such a guy? Professor Gardner Muller was confused. Was the legend true? Did God really kiss that young doctor's hands?

That was definitely the case. Otherwise, he would not have been able to perform this surgery so perfectly, not to mention TIPS.

When he thought about his hands that were kissed by God, he felt much better.

This was divine power, a miracle, and not his own fault. As for Rudolf, he was just lucky.

The surgery continued, and the brackets were put in one by one. Feng Xuhui's long wind minimally invasive stent was used up, so he used the self – provided Polk stent from Hyde Castle.

The brands were different, and the feel was different, but the outcome was the same.

The different brands of brackets did not seem to give Zheng Ren any trouble. Only the eye of truth could give him trouble.

The surgery was over, and they began the last angiography.

[The blood flow in the visceral artery and the kidney artery has increased. The surgery is a success.]

The system in the upper right corner of Zheng Ren's field of vision showed that the surgery was 96% completed.

"It's so low ..." Zheng Ren felt a little helpless. He pulled out the guide wire and catheter, turned around, and walked down the stage.

In his shock, the professor noticed that Zheng Ren's expression was not calm, but rather a little depressed and regretful. He asked,""Boss, what's wrong?"

Zheng Ren opened the airtight lead door, turned around, and said,""The surgery wasn't very ideal. If there's a next time, our cooperation will be better, and the surgery completion rate will be higher."

The professor cried.

The surgery that he thought was almost perfect was actually flawed in the boss's eyes? It wasn't even a flaw, but a problem?

With his own standard, he couldn't even do a supporting stage?

Professor Rudolf Wagner did a deep self – reflection as he pressed the femoral artery.

He could not do this. If he could not even be an assistant, he would lose his value. It seemed like he still had to work hard to improve his own surgical level so that he would not be left too far behind by his boss.

The professor thought to himself.