The Surgeon's Studio

Su Yun used a microscope to observe carefully and learn every step of her boss's operation. It did not seem difficult, but Su Yun knew that this was the highest-end surgical method that combined interventional surgery and surgery.

In the past, when he watched his boss perform general surgery, he had doubted whether the cardiothoracic Department was better than what it looked like. He didn't seem to have done a good job before because there was no need to.

Once it was necessary, the boss would naturally improve his level and perform the surgery smoothly.

Today, it was indeed the case.

Su Yun's heart was weighed down by two heavy stones. One was that the call for the Nobel Prize had yet to arrive, which meant that she might not win it this year. The second stone was how his boss's surgical skills were so high.

When the second stone appeared, the depression from the Nobel Prize was gone.

It didn't matter if she didn't win a Nobel Prize in a year. In the future, Su Yun was confident that she would live until the day she won a Nobel Prize.

But why was his boss's surgical level so high? he was so high that he could barely see his shadow.

He suddenly thought of a saying: "the master follows step by step, the master follows suit, the master follows suit; The headmaster of the Academy ran away, leaving only dust in his wake!

Why couldn't she F * cking catch up to him?

Under Zheng Ren's extremely meticulous hand technique, the surgery slowly progressed. He cut off the diseased aorta and removed the abscess below the valve, which had invaded deep into the heart.

Su Yun did not lament that the patient's heart valve infection was so serious. His heart was heavy, and his boss's figure was further away.

Zheng Ren removed the affected part of the base of the anterior lobe of the atrial septal defect, part of the aortic wall, and the left roof. There was not much blood loss during the entire surgery. Zheng Ren had already prevented any major capillary bleeding in advance.

Then, Zheng Ren used the autologous pericardium, which had been treated with Valkyrie, to repair the anterior lobe of the Gemini valve, the left atrium, and continued to repair the damaged aortic wall.

2-0 Teflon was implanted with the 23#trmedric biological aortic valve with a simple interrupted suture and a piece of gauze. 4-0 The Prolene was used to carry out continuous suturing of the automatically ruptured pericardium and expand the incision made to repair the root of the aorta.

The operation was done cleanly and efficiently. The gauze in Zhao Yunlong's hand only had a few spots of blood on it. The entire operation had only used a single piece of gauze.

It's over? Both Zhao Yunlong and Su Yun were shocked.

He rewarmed the heart, opened the aortic block, and electrocuted it once every 30 watts per second. To be careful, Zheng Ren also placed a temporary starting line on the right epineurium of the right ventricle. The starting cardiac rhythm was set at 90 beats per minute.

Assist the circulation and slowly stop the external circulation after balancing the temperature and volume. He removed the heart's intubation and neutralized the heparin.

"Chest closure, the surgery is over." Zheng Ren said softly.

The surgery was done perfectly!

The surgery was 98% complete even before the chest was closed. Unlike his usual self, Zheng Ren did not turn around and leave the stage after doing this.

He was very curious about what would happen if the 100% surgery completion rate was added to the 10% surgery completion rate that the title of "scholar" gave.

He rinsed, closed the patient's chest, and twisted the wire.

For the few people standing on the operating table, this was an extremely simple matter.

Su Yun was silent. Zhao Yunlong was silent as well. Professor Chen, who was standing behind Zheng Ren, was even more silent.

Boss Zheng's surgery was so good?

It was hard to imagine that someone would perform a heart surgery, first perform a coronary angiography and complete such a difficult surgery while comparing the images.

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Director Yan was sitting in his office. He didn't go home, nor did he go to the big conference room.

He looked at the light in the operating room and the computer in front of him was playing the live broadcast of the surgery.

'Boss Zheng's attitude is really good,' director Yan thought. The loss of the Nobel Prize didn't seem to affect him.

If there was a need for surgery, then do it. If there was a need for emergency treatment, then do it. From the process of the surgery, there were no mistakes at all, and it even exceeded director Yan's expectations.

He recalled the pause at the beginning of the operation. He had thought that boss Zheng was in a bad mood and the operation was going to fail. However, he did not expect the scene to change very quickly. It was now a coronary angiography.

This was a suspicious point. Director Yan immediately called the relevant doctors, but no one knew why a coronary angiography was needed before the second petal transplant operation.

However, after watching the live broadcast of the surgery, director Yan could more or less understand the logic behind it.

Boss Zheng wanted to find the capillaries of the coronated artery to avoid as much damage as possible, which was beneficial to the patient's recovery. The logic was easy to come up with and everyone understood it, but it was too difficult to achieve.

It was really ... A pity.

Director Yan saw that the petal replacement surgery was completed, and boss Zheng was rinsing the wound in the live broadcast. He sighed and looked out the window at the brightly lit operating room in the dark night.

The distance was far, and the angle wasn't ideal. He could vaguely see the figures in the operating room, but he didn't know if it was boss Zheng's operating room.

If the surgery was so well done and he won a Nobel Prize, boss Zheng's position in the domestic medical circle would be unshakeable for the next 20 years.

Director Yan smiled. What was wrong with him? Wasn't it normal to not win? how many years did it take for teacher Tu Youyou to become a Nobel Prize winner?

He was still too greedy.

Director Yan still remembered that when director Kong had introduced Dr. Zheng Ren from Haicheng, his status as a Nobel Prize candidate was enough for him to be parachuted into 912. His choice at that time was really wise.

He picked up his phone and his right thumb gently slid across the dark screen, as if he was thinking about something.

After a few seconds, director Yan turned on his phone and called Department Director Kong.

"Department Director Kong, are you in the operating theater?"

"Any news?"

"Yes, I know."

After briefly understanding the situation, director Yan hung up the phone and sighed.

More than two hours ago, other than the Biology and Medicine awards, all the other winners received phone calls.

However, in these two hours, there was no news of anyone winning the Biology and Medicine awards. At first, director Yan still had a glimmer of hope, but Department Director Kong said that there was no news from his side.

It seemed that Department Director Kong still wanted to say something, but director Yan was not in a good mood, so he did not bother to listen and hung up the phone.

"Old Yuan, go to the meeting room to receive the media. I'm not feeling well." Since boss Zheng didn't win the Nobel Prize, director Yan didn't want to make an appearance. He called Deputy Director Yuan on the landline.

At this time, the relevant hospital leaders had not returned home, just as director Yan had guessed. They were all waiting in their own offices.

To director Yan, it was a disappointing night.

He started to turn off the computer slowly. He was already twisting the wire, and there was nothing worth watching. The patient's vital signs were stable, and the operation was a success. The surgery was personally performed by boss Zheng, so wasn't it expected to be successful?

He smiled and sighed. If the surgery was performed well, it would still be useless. The Nobel Prize had not been awarded to clinicians for more than half a century. Boss Zheng's amazing surgical technique and the improved TIPS surgery technique ... Forget it, he didn't even win the Nobel Prize for organ transplantation, so it was reasonable that boss Zheng's surgery didn't win.

Director Yan turned off the interface of the live surgery and felt a sense of loss.