The Surgeon's Studio

He had probably triggered the special mission because he had come to the system space to do surgery training.

It was quite special, even the name was so strange.

Glory mayfly is fighting for its dream? The statement was the same as Dr. Mehal's impassioned statement. "Then there's no need to think about it." Zheng Ren smiled to hide the slight disappointment in his heart.

If he were to train Dr. Mehal before the surgery tomorrow, wouldn't he be able to save a lot of time and get more rewards?

The time required to complete the mission was 24 hours. Zheng Ren felt a little dejected at the thought of this.

However, his charm and reputation points had both increased ...

Zheng Ren only glanced at it. He was still in the process of surgery training, so he should wait until he was done with the surgery training to think about the mission.

He passed the micro - Guide wire to the experimental body, and the surgery training officially began.

The surgery was not simple. The difficult part was removing the stent, and he had to be careful not to cause any side injuries.

The thick catheter had to be moved slowly around the blood vessel wall, which was similar to blunt separation.

However, this was a coronary artery, and the perineurium stent had already adhered to the blood vessel wall to a certain extent. It was simply too difficult to remove it completely without causing coronary artery spasm.

As for holding the end of the stent, preventing the large or small plug from entering the blood vessel, and inserting another new catheter, that was the simplest task for Zheng Ren.

Because of the blood coagulation defect, all three brackets had to be operated on the same way.

For other doctors from the Department of interventional services, Dr. Mehar's surgery was more complicated. They would operate with great care to avoid serious complications that could endanger the patient's life.

However, for Zheng Ren, who was at the peak of all the fields of interventional surgeries, this was just a "small" surgery.

However, the result was disappointing.

Three minutes later, the subject showed severe myocardial infarction, and the subject was declared to be a clinical death.

Zheng Ren looked at the experimentals with an especially innocent expression.

There was no need for an autopsy. This disease was different from surgical diseases. It was a matter of operation. However, Zheng Ren still did an autopsy. The inner membrane of the blood vessels between the coronary artery and the Perme - covered stent had grown, but it was not particularly serious. There was a blood clot inside the stent, and it would probably be completely blocked in a few months.

It was about the same as Zheng Ren's own estimation. He looked at the experimentals and felt a little regretful. Why did he have to be an assistant? How much of his surgery training time would be wasted?

Dr. Mehal's surgical skills were very high, but due to his angle and technique, he made a mistake. This operation stimulated the coronary artery to contract, and finally caused cardiac arrest.

Wasn't this bullshit!

Zheng Ren looked at the experimentals as if he was looking at Dr. Mehal.

If two Supreme experts with completely different techniques operated together, they would each have their own operating habits and would not be able to achieve the goal of 1+1>2.

However, Zheng Ren didn't have the time to get used to Dr. Mehall, or rather, Dr. Mehall didn't have the time to get used to Zheng Ren.

It was already a miracle for an old man who had difficulty standing still to be able to maintain the stability of his hand.

Sigh. Zheng Ren sighed and decided to start the surgery again. If it really did not work, he could only hit him with the hemostatic forceps to make him behave.

The experimentals kept dying, and the causes of death were all sorts of strange. Zheng Ren felt that he had been too naive before and had underestimated the regeneration ability of the doctor's coronary artery membrane.

There was already a blood vessel membrane on the metal stent, and it was difficult to remove it without damaging it.

Fortunately, the system operating theater gave him a brand new piece of equipment, which was probably brought by Dr. Mehal. This saved Zheng Ren a lot of experience points. He had originally planned to go to the system store to buy a set of equipment for removing a heart stent.

Very few people dared to take out a coronary artery stent. In the eyes of most doctors, this was impossible. However, to Zheng Ren, the difficulty of the surgery was still within an acceptable range. He was able to do it in Sweden, and now his intervention skill tree had reached its peak. The word 'impossible' simply didn't exist.

Zheng Ren kept trying, and the experimentals kept dying. The difficulty of the surgery was countless times higher than what he had previously thought.

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In the VIP Ward, after Zheng Ren and professor Rudolf Wagner left, Dr. Mehal did not lie down to rest.

He sat on the chair, thinking about something.

"Fisher, what's the platform that Zheng usually streams his surgeries on?" Dr. Mehall asked.

His female assistant, fasher, immediately used the tablet in her hand to search for information related to Zheng Ren."Doctor, it's a medical professional website called Xing Lin Yuan."

"It's very difficult to operate a website for medical professionals. " Dr. Mehal muttered.

Fisher swiped the tablet screen continuously, quickly searching for relevant information.

"Doctor, you're right." "Last year," fish explained,"the website was short on cash flow. There was no leading profit model, only a certain customer base. However, you also know the situation in China. Their website is on the verge of closing down. "

Dr. Mehal leaned back in his chair and squinted his eyes.

"But at that time, there was a mysterious account that started a live broadcast of the surgery. The difficulty of the surgery varies. Some of them were simple appendectomies, and the first one was a surgery that required debridement and suturing. "

"But soon, the difficulty of the surgery kept increasing."

"On December 10th last year, the day of the Nobel Prize Award Ceremony, the people who were broadcasting the surgery stopped. Therefore, the website ..."

"Fisher, have you checked which hospital's doctor is doing the live broadcast?" Dr. Mehall asked.

"It's said that the security Director of the website tracked the signal after 48 springboards to the Montana Medical Center in Canada. However, we were discovered by the surgery livestream company there, and we suffered limited counterattacks, which almost caused the platform to collapse. "

This information was stored in the database of major venture capital companies, so there was no need to search for it. The big companies that were in contact with Dr. Mehal could easily obtain the relevant information.

"You can continue." Dr. Mehal said.

"So, the CEO of the company looked for many famous doctors in the world to carry out a live broadcast of the surgery. However, no one dared to try. After all, you also know that it's simply unbelievable to not make any mistakes in one's life. "

"Until Zheng's appearance, the Xing Lin Yuan website received a huge opportunity. Ever since Zheng started the live stream of the surgery, the number of paid viewers on the Xing Lin Yuan website has already reached 200000, and the highest number of people online at the same time has reached 23564. "

"Zheng has performed more than a hundred surgeries so far, including TIPS's educational surgeries, the surgical treatment of gaesha's disease, and ..."

"There's no record of failure at all, right?"

"Yes, doctor." Fisher knew that the doctor had to watch every live surgery. If he was asleep, he would watch the recording early in the morning. This question was just a habit.

"Oh, right. How's the preparation of the simulation signal for the visual guide wire going on Olsen's side?" Dr. Mehal asked.

"Mr. Orson doesn't believe you can solve the turbulence problem." "No one in the Royal Academy of Sciences will believe it," Fisher said.

"Go and inform the CEO of Xing Lin garden that tomorrow's surgery will be broadcasted live." Dr. Mehal smiled."The more people see it, the better."

"Alright," he said. Fisher didn't ask why, as long as the doctor's words were followed, it was fine.

"I wonder what those old guys who still have doubts will think when my surgery is broadcasted live." Dr. Mehal smiled and suddenly called out to Fisher,"organize a video conference."

Next, Dr. Mehal said a few names.

It was just April, and Sweden had not yet entered summer time. It was 15:16 P. M. In the imperial capital, and 8:16 A. M. In the morning in Sweden.

[I hope those old guys are awake,] Dr. Mehal thought.

"Doctor, I'll go and contact them now." Said fasher.

Dr. Mehal closed his eyes and muttered,""Back then, when I wanted to apply for the Nobel Prize, they told me that clinical skills could not win the Nobel Prize."

The doctor's mouth showed a smile.

"Charles is a coward. He actually believed this kind of nonsense. This time, if Olsen finds out that there is a way to solve the problem of the turbulence, I'm afraid he will go crazy. "

"Now that all the elders who tried to stop me have left, I want to see who can still stop me. I won't allow such a thing to happen again. If it does, let me ... Fight alongside Zheng Lai. "

His lips were slightly pursed, and he looked determined and persistent. He had the same expression as he did in 1977 when he learned that professor Andrew grutcheek performed the first coronary artery balloon expansion at the University Hospital of Zurich in Switzerland.

Nothing could stump a devout Knight and a professional surgeon. Nothing! Absolutely not!