The Surgeon's Studio

The airtight lead door had been closed long ago. As Zheng Ren’s blind-selection ended, the screen lit up.

The micro-guide wire had already been selected to a very deep position. Zhu Liangchen knew that if he were to do the blind selection, he would definitely not be able to get there.

Inadvertently, he had already recognized Zheng Ren’s surgical standard. If he could not even do the super-selection well, would he be recommended for the Nobel Prize?

Then, the super-selection would depend on his skill level.

The micro-guide wire entered the next hepatic artery at a moderate speed. No matter how strange the angle was, no matter how thin the lumen was, it did not hinder the entry of the micro-guide wire.

His skill level was really high. Zhu Liangchen was stunned as he looked at the super-selection process of the micro-guide wire.

Not only did Boss Zheng perform well in the TIPS surgery, but his overall level of intervention was also much higher than his own level.

Perhaps he could successfully stop the bleeding. Zhu Liangchen could not be sure either. He could only hope that Zheng Ren would succeed.

Under normal circumstances, every doctor would never hope for the surgery to fail. No matter which angle one looked at it from, no one would think that way.

However, Zhu Liangchen secretly pondered in his heart. The risk of the second-stage surgery was too high. It would be fine if he only needed to use the next stent. Anyway, he had already mastered the selection of the first-stage of TIPS surgery. It would be fine if he did not make such risky attempts in the future.

Although he had to face the risk of the patient’s blood ammonia rising and hepatic encephalopathy, it was still much better than bleeding in the second-stage surgery.

As he looked, Zhu Liangchen suddenly saw the microcatheter stop at a certain point and slide in.

Here…

The position seemed to be a little shallow.

For most of the intervening doctors, including himself, it was already considered lucky to be able to get to this stage of the selection. He had to have a great feel for it.

However, Zheng Ren’s previous selection was not difficult at all. Zhu Liangchen felt that he would definitely be able to make a further selection.

After hesitating for a moment, he saw that the microcatheter was already in place. If he did not raise any problems, it would be blocked immediately.

Although Zhu Liangchen especially did not want to talk to Zheng Ren, like a child who had made a mistake and did not want to face him directly, he still made up his mind and pressed the button on the intercom.

“Boss Zheng, please come out for a moment,” Zhu Liangchen said in a deep voice.

Zheng Ren knew what Zhu Liangchen meant. He could not say such words out loud. The patient was in a state of local anesthesia, so he could hear everything clearly.

Although his condition did not change, and the bleeding point of his liver was pressed down by the stent, there was not much blood. He was still far from hemorrhagic shock. He had only been lying there for a few hours, but the patient was clearly a little impatient.

Especially since they had prepped the patient.

This was the worst part of local anesthesia surgery.

Zheng Ren stopped stepping on the line. He glanced at Chief Kong and whispered, “I’ll go explain the situation to Chief Kong.”

Chief Kong nodded.

He opened the airtight lead door with his foot. Zheng Ren raised both his hands in front of his chest and came to the operating room.

“Boss Zheng, the position of the super selection is a little shallow, isn’t it?”

“Professor Zhu, you can’t go any further down the super-selection,” Zheng Ren said.

“Why?” Zhu Liangchen blurted out his question.

“Because the operation you just did caused a large area of damage to the liver parenchyma. There is capillary blood seeping out.” Zheng Ren’s tone was very calm. He was simply stating a fact.

There was no anger, no criticism.

But even so, every sentence and every word was like an invisible hand, slapping Zhu Liangchen’s face one after another.

Zhu Liangchen’s face alternated between red and white. He clenched his fists and wanted to refute, but he could not find what to say.

Damn it! Why did he learn TIPS surgery? He roared in his heart, but he could not yell at Zheng Ren.

“If there’s nothing else, I’ll go back to the surgery,” Zheng Ren said calmly.

Zhu Liangchen did not say anything. Instead, he turned around and looked at the screen.

Zheng Ren returned to the operating theater and closed the airtight lead door. The surgery continued.

Chief Kong did not question Zheng Ren’s operation. With his many years of clinical experience, he had already vaguely guessed what Zheng Ren meant. In particular, he had a kind of trust in Zheng Ren. What Zheng Ren did was reasonable. As long as it was not too out of line, he would do it.

Forty-two minutes later, the meticulous embolization of the six small arteries was finally completed.

Zheng Ren finished the second stage of the TIPS surgery. He waited for ten minutes before he took another scan.

There were no signs of large amounts of bleeding in the liver parenchyma. The surgery was over.

“Thank you for your hard work,” Chief Kong said.

“It’s my pleasure.” Zheng Ren smiled. He tore off the sterile surgical gown and threw it into the medical waste bin. Then, he turned around and took off his lead jacket.

The two of them took off their lead jackets and returned to the operating room.

At this moment, Zhu Liangchen’s junior doctor was performing compressions to stop the bleeding. Zheng Ren did not need to worry about sending the patient away after that.

“Thank you.” Zhu Liangchen looked at Chief Kong and said, “It’s time to eat. Let’s go out for a meal.”

Chief Kong did not say anything. He looked at Zheng Ren.

“You can go. I want to take a look at the absorbable splenic omentum when I go back. There will be a live broadcast of the surgery tomorrow. Be more cautious.” Zheng Ren smiled and rejected Zhu Liangchen’s invitation.

Although Zhu Liangchen said this invitation with a pinch of his nose, as he was very sick of eating with Zheng Ren. After all, he was here to put out the fire he started. It was too outrageous to go back without even having a meal nonetheless.

Hearing Zheng Ren’s rejection, Zhu Liangchen’s heart was filled with mixed feelings.

He was angry that a young doctor actually rejected his invitation,

He was relieved that he did not have to face this person, and he did not have to face his own mistakes.

Zheng Ren turned around and said, “Chief Kong, I’m going to change my clothes.”

Chief Kong nodded and said, “Boss Zheng, call a car and go back. I have a little hypoglycemia. I’ll go after eating.”

“Okay.” Zheng Ren went to the changing room and changed his clothes.

When Zheng Ren left, Chief Kong looked at Zhu Liangchen and was speechless for a long time. Hypoglycemia was just an excuse. Everyone knew that.

Zhu Liangchen was at a loss when Chief Kong looked at him.

After a long time, the patient was sent back. Chief Kong sighed and patted Zhu Liangchen’s shoulder, saying, “Go take a look at the patient.”

“Okay.” Zhu Liangchen nodded.

“Old Five, sigh.” Endless words were accompanied by that long sigh.

…

Zheng Ren changed his clothes and walked out of the Imperial Capital’s Hepatobiliary and Pancreatic Hospital with light steps.

Chief Zhou Chunyong had already invited him. During these few days, when he went out to the clinic, he put all his energy on the patients with cirrhosis and portal hypertension.

It was said that some patients had already been admitted. As for the exact number, Zheng Ren did not take the initiative to contact Zhou Chunyong, so he did not know.

If this type of the Imperial Capital Grade-A specialist hospital were to open up, ten or twenty surgeries a day would be easy.

However, Zheng Ren did not look for Zhou Chunyong. After all, he was here to save the patients, so he could not explain it to Zhou Chunyong.

Although he felt that Zhu Liangchen was an average person, Zheng Ren was not the kind of person who would add insult to injury.

After walking out of the hospital, Zheng Ren picked up his phone.

He was going to send a message to Little Yiren to ask what he was going to eat tonight. Would he take the subway home or wait for Little Yiren to pick him up?

Unexpectedly, there were seven or eight missed calls on his phone.