The Surgeon's Studio

After Dr. Jesse told Edwards about the tenured professor's experience, he didn't know what happened after that. He sat in his room leisurely and looked at the information on the left gastric artery embolism surgery.

As an expert in interventional disciplines, Jesse had a very complicated feeling about the tenured professor on the other side of the ocean.

Due to his high level of skill, he had an accurate assessment of the TIPS surgery, which was broadcasted live five days a week at night.

His level was very high, very high, Dr. Jesse admitted. But he didn't try to compare. After all, their "domains" were different. If he tried to compare, he would only embarrass himself in the end.

Dr. Jesse admitted the level of the youngest tenured professor in the history of John Hopkins Hospital, but that didn't mean he wasn't jealous.

Recently, there were more and more rumors about the tenured professor. There were all kinds of rumors, and some even said that he was a member of the Bruch family.

The Nobel Prize in Medicine had not been awarded to clinical surgical methods for more than half a century. Under the efforts of the young tenured professor, the hard ice broke, and Dr. Jesse could even hear the creaking sound of the ice ship.

However, it was useless to be jealous. Dr. Jesse was very sure of this.

Challenging an academic Overlord who was 30 years younger than him, as long as he was not stupid, he would not do such a boring and extremely dangerous thing.

Dr. Jesse was sure that if he questioned and challenged the young tenured professor, his academic status would be crushed in less than ten years.

It was better for him to do his own research. The effect of left gastric artery thrombosis on obese and incurable diabetes patients was obvious. There were many paths in medicine, so there was no need to compete with tenured professors.

Dr. Jesse was very sure that the research he was engaged in had extremely broad prospects. Although the surgical patients still had some minor problems after the surgery, the research had already entered the clinical stage, so it was much better than Edwards's research.

And the most important point was that he was at the forefront of the world, and Dr. Jesse was sure that no one could walk faster than him.

The doctor from Shanghai was very capable. He did not know fatigue as he performed the surgery and summarized the postoperative information. One person's workload was equivalent to that of three or four people, and Dr. Jesse was satisfied with this.

The paper has been sent to the lancets Journal. Do you want to talk to your old friend?

Dr. Jesse smiled and turned on his phone to send a message to a Review Editor he had worked with for a long time.

Very quickly, there was a reply from the other end.

Dr. Jesse took a look and was immediately stunned.

There was actually a competitor for the surgery of embolism of the left and base of the stomach? The other party politely explained this and said that they would help Dr. Jesse's project as much as possible.

Dr. Jesse looked at the reply in a daze. He said that he would help as much as possible, which meant that the impossible was the majority of the possible.

He was sure that the other party was just being polite.

Dr. Jesse was very confused as he had never heard of any top medical institution doing similar research, but he didn't hang up the phone and immediately asked for information.

To his disappointment, the editor, who was originally his old friend, began to change the topic. He talked about the weather, breakfast, the cats at home, and even this year's Nobel Prize.

I'm finished! Dr. Jesse thought.

Generally, this meant that his own article would definitely not be published first.

He had already completed one hundred and twenty-two surgeries, and there was a detailed follow-up and discussion after the surgery. For a top Journal like the lancets, which was more focused on Clinical Surgery, there was no reason to reject his article.

Dr. Jessica closed the email, and her mood of mocking Mr. Edwards turned to ashes.

He thought about it for a long time and decided to ask her face to face.

After booking the latest flight, Dr. Jesse hurriedly set off. Today, his research was still going on, and Jin Yaowu was in the operating room.

The operation went smoothly. There were some problems that had not been solved after the operation, but Jin Yaowu was in a particularly good mood after the operation.

He hummed a little tune, adjusted the data, clicked on it, and saved the paper that he had completed and repeatedly checked.

The data was detailed, and the theory was ... Was sufficient, he thought. 88.2% of the patients recovered well after the surgery, but the pain lasted a little longer.

However, 11.8% of the patients had various complications. Although they were not particularly serious, some patients infected with octadic bacteria were particularly difficult to deal with.

These patients still needed to go through a long period of Internal Medicine treatment after the surgery, and it was not as simple and minimally invasive as he had initially imagined.

Although the big BOSS, Dr. Jesse, had improved the surgical method several times, there was little effect.

Jin Yaowu had also expected this. This type of surgical method was not a successful surgical method, and it still needed to be improved over a long period of clinical application.

These "flaws" were within his expectations and could not be completely avoided. It was normal to have complications during surgery. It would be an accident if he didn 't.

In his opinion, the information he had at hand was already more than perfect. No matter what, it was impossible to achieve the perfect state.

After saving the information, Jin Yaowu let out a long sigh of relief.

The surgery had to continue, and the surgical method had to be improved. This was just the beginning. However, after dozens of days of hard work, he felt that he had reached a certain level in the surgery. This was an improvement in all aspects.

He looked out of the window, trying to smile, but his heart felt a little heavy. His smile was awkward, like the withered grass on the grassland in autumn.

Whenever he had free time, Jin Yaowu would think about what boss Zheng was doing in the imperial capital.

When Jin Yaowu thought of boss Zheng, he felt like there was a small thorn in his heart that made him uncomfortable.

Who cares!

He walked his own path, and he walked his own wooden bridge. Like mu Tao, a spineless Lackey? Jin Yaowu couldn't do it.

A bootlicker! Jin Yaowu thought back to the time when he was talking to mu Tao in the capital. Every time he mentioned boss Zheng, mu Tao's tone and expression would have a sense of respect from the bottom of his heart ... It could even be said to be worship.

A dignified professor, a leading figure in the country's middle generation, had actually become a bootlicker. Who would believe it?

"I must fight for my pride," Jin Yaowu thought to himself as he clenched his fists.

He knew very well that there was no turning back ever since he chose to perform radical gastrectomy and left gastric artery thrombosis.

Work hard!

Struggle!

Jin Yaowu encouraged himself.