When Zheng Ren woke up early in the morning, he looked at the vast expanse of snow outside the window and felt a sense of satisfaction.
He could sleep for four hours a night in the emergency department. What else could he not be satisfied with?
After he got up and washed up, patients began to come in sporadically.
At around seven o'clock, Zheng Ren was checking in with patients and doing a physical examination when he actually saw Chief Physician Pan walk in.
He quickly finished the examination of the patient at hand, opened the blood test sheet, and sent him away.
"Zheng Ren, were you busy last night?" Chief Physician Pan asked.
"I'm fine." Zheng Ren smiled. He was especially busy during the day yesterday. However, because of the snow at night, the busy rhythm instantly quieted down.
"Go back and prepare for the surgery." Chief Physician Pan was essentially kicking Zheng Ren out of the department.
"Today..."
"Chief Xiao has sent a doctor from the Department of Internal Medicine to help us. Your job here is done," Chief Physician Pan said to him.
It seemed that Chief Physician Pan's visit to Chief Xiao's house last night had been fruitful.
However, the Department of Internal Medicine would probably be very angry. After all, all the clinical departments were facing a shortage of manpower.
This was none of Zheng Ren's concerns.
He bade Chief Physician Pan farewell and left the emergency department. Zheng Ren did not return to the emergency ward. Instead, he went to the operating theater to take a shower.
The scalding hot water pelted at his skin, washing away all the grime from his body. After taking a shower, Zheng Ren felt much more refreshed.
Zheng Ren did not wear his casual clothes. Instead, he wore an isolation suit and a white coat over it as he went downstairs to sign in for his shift.
Because of the heavy snow, both doctors and nurses were late. Only Professor Rudolf Wagner arrived at the emergency ward at 7.55am that morning. He was as accurate as a Swiss-made watch.
Gao Shaojie and Wang Qiang were afraid of being late, so they drove at a slow speed while rushing to Sea City General Hospital.
The early shift was canceled. Zheng Ren called Chief Sun and told him to bring the patient to the emergency operating room to prepare for the operation.
When the professor and the others changed their clothes, Chief Sun had already brought the patient over.
When Chief Sun saw Gao Shaojie, he was stunned for a moment. After that, he smiled and asked, "Are you Chief Gao of the Medical University?"
"Yes, have we met before?" Gao Shaojie smiled and asked in a refined manner.
"Last year, the provincial capital held an annual meeting for the Department of Hepatobiliary and Pancreatic Surgery. You expressed your expectations for the interventional treatment of liver cancer there," Chief Sun said, wondering why Gao Shaojie was here.
The province was very big.
However, to the top medical circles in the Province, they were unaware of all others.
There were about a hundred people in total. Even if they were not familiar with each other, they could still recognize each other when they met. Whether it was the annual meeting, academic meeting, consultation, freelance surgery, or even surgery, there was always a way to get to know each other.
Of course, it was the doctors from lower-level hospitals who took the initiative to get to know the doctors from higher-level ones.
Just like Department Chief Qian and Department Chief Sun, if they came up to Gao Shaojie and said a few words to him, it would be to make an impression on him.
In the future, he would become a good connection for them to get further in life.
"Oh." Gao Shaojie nodded his head in a reserved manner.
Of course, he would not pay attention to the Chief of Sea City General Hospital's General Surgery Department. There were more than a hundred people in the annual meeting. For someone of Gao Shaojie's status, there was no need to get to know him.
Although Chief Sun's status was a little higher, there was not much of a difference.
"You are..." Chief Sun's heart shuddered as he asked this question.
"I'm here to watch Chief Zheng's surgery and learn from him," Gao Shaojie said bluntly.
Chief Sun's heart tightened, but immediately, he rejoiced. This was something he had expected!
Although he was not sure why, Chief Sun still rejoiced at his "correct" guess of what the other was here for.
The two of them did not have much to say. They changed their clothes and went straight to the operating room.
Professor Rudolf Wagner was already laying out the sheets, disinfecting them and preparing for the surgery.
Zheng Ren was still standing in front of the film reader, looking at the film intently.
It was quiet in the operating room. No one spoke as everyone was deep in thought.
"Boss, I'm done here. Come on up," Professor Rudolf Wagner said in a deep and magnetic voice.
Xie Yiren had prepared everything and was waiting to tie Zheng Ren's surgery gown. Zheng Ren nodded immediately. He went to brush his hands and put on his clothes. After Xie Yiren tied his gown for him, he left the operating room.
The heavy lead door slowly closed and the surgery began.
At the same time, the surgery live broadcast room in Xinglin Garden commenced.
Recently, the frequency of the surgery live broadcast room becoming live was decreasing. While many complained about this, everyone gradually accepted it with heavy hearts.
Many people were even prepared for the live broadcasts to cease at any moment.
After all, if someone performed a good surgery, there was no need to teach them for free.
Some people even guessed that this was the preliminary work for a publicity stunt. No one could guess who was behind it.
Were they selling surgical CDs? The other party's world-class surgical standard that made others feel inferior?
Publicizing the hospital? The other party's intervention surgery was extremely impressive. Their emergency treatment was also awesome. Even if this type of hospital was not the Montreal Medical Center in Canada, it was definitely a world-class hospital.
Why did they need to publicize it?
If they did publicize it, countless people would flock to it every day.
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However, the details were unimportant.
Being able to observe, learn about surgery, and climb the technological tree was already enough, was it not?
[What surgery is it this time?]
[You haven't seen it yet? It's TIPS surgery! Damn, is this God going to display his best intervention surgery techniques?]
[Wow, it's actually TIPS surgery again! I... Why doesn't the live broadcast room have a recording function?]
[Idiot, can't you record it yourself?]
Before the surgery began, everyone was blasting comments at each other.
After all, the first step in intervention surgery was for the guide wire to enter through the blood vessels. Nothing could be seen from the outside.
[I still remember the last emergency TIPS surgery. I asked a few teachers and when I mentioned the words 'emergency TIPS surgery', they all felt that what he was doing was impossible.]
[Yeah, I still remember the patient vomiting blood during the surgery. I wonder how the patient is doing after the TIPS surgery.]
[What else could have been done? To solve the problem of excessive pressure on the portal vein, whether it's the oral administration of normal kidney ice and saltwater or the old-fashioned three-lumen and two-cysti
c duct, it can solve the problem of acute bleeding.]
[He probably used the most basic hemostatic treatment. I reckon the patient has successfully been discharged from the hospital.]
[I also asked around. It's said that the Mayo Clinic, which is now the number one clinic in the world, has performed three to five needle punctures during the TIPS operation. The last time the surgeon performed the TIPS operation, he only used four needles. His skills are probably considered top-notch.]
[Could it be that Mayo Clinic has opened up a live broadcast room?]
[Didn't people say before that it's the Montreal Medical Center in Canada? However, I still have my doubts. At this hour, would they still be conducting a surgery?]
As the bullet messages flew past the screen, the video system was switched on.
Chapter 448 - Chief Zheng, thank you for your hard work
Everyone immediately stopped commenting in unison, focusing on the surgery that was about to take place.
Even those who did not understand hepatobiliary and interventional surgery knew the difficulties of TIPS surgery when they went to do their own research about it.
This was a top-notch interventional surgery. Furthermore, it was also a method to replace portal-azygos devascularization surgery.
However, whether it was TIPS surgery or portal-azygos devascularization surgery, there were many complications post-op and the surgery itself was very risky. This was already the industry's consensus.
The operator in the surgery live broadcast dared to broadcast the emergency TIPS surgery live and had done such an elegant job of it. This undoubtedly proved his skill level and strength.
What about this time? What kind of wonders would this TIPS surgery bring to everyone?
Everyone was looking forward to it.
The bullet messages stopped as the piercing kit entered through the black shadow of the guide wire.
[Wanna take guesses on how many punctures he'll need to make this time?]
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Many people only typed out a number. The guesses were just a joke, a way for the audience to entertain themselves in the meantime.
However, the vast majority assumed that it would take him three to four tries.
After all, even the number one Mayo Clinic could only guarantee a success rate of about three to four punctures. Could the surgeon really surpass this number?
It was absolutely impossible.
Although it was an emergency TIPS surgery the last time, the surgeon only needed four punctures to complete the surgery. However, there was another thing called luck.
Perhaps the last time, the surgeon's luck was better.
Of course, there were also doctors who wrote down numbers such as 10, 15, and so on.
The more amazing the surgeons in the surgery live broadcast room were, the more hectic things would become. They were very much looking forward to the surgeon making a mistake once during the surgery.
If he did not make a single mistake, how could he still be human? Even if it was a live broadcast by the Mayo Clinic, so what!
A series of numbers appeared, engulfing the screen.
Everyone wanted to participate in this speculation. It was a form of participation
However...
Something no one had expected happened.
Under the cover of a series of numbers, after the puncture kit reached its position, it seemed to move a little before staying completely still. After that, it was withdrawn.
What was going on?
There was a faint black line between the intrahepatic branch of the portal and the hepatic vein. It was barely discernible, so it was impossible to make an accurate judgment.
The doctors watching the live broadcast surgery were stunned. What was going on? Why did the needle set go out?
Should it not change its position repeatedly? Punctures usually needed to be done with an extreme amount of caution.
After one needle was positioned, one would begin with the next needle. After at least three to five times, they would finally be blessed by the gods and be successful with the punctures.
Why did he remove it after just one puncture?
What was going on?
Or, maybe the surgeon had taken the wrong equipment and not installed the puncture needle into the puncture kit?
This kind of situation had happened before. During the surgery, even scissors and gauze could be forgotten in the patient's stomach. That seemed quite possible?
[Ha, the surgeon has made a mistake.]
[I don't think so. The surgeon's technique was not particularly fast, but their hand seemed pretty steady.]
[Anyone can make a mistake. Don't assume the surgeon's a god. He's also an ordinary person. A mistake is not a big deal. Hahaha, let me laugh for a few minutes. This is so interesting. There is actually such a big mistake on the live broadcast!]
[Stop babbling for a moment. Don't you remember how the surgeon has slapped our faces countless times?]
[Are you saying the surgeon didn't even think about it and succeeded in one puncture? Young Man, I can tell you that you're underestimating TIPS surgery. This is the most difficult procedure in interventional surgery. Whether or not the surgery can be completed depends on whether or not you can gain the God of Luck's favor.]
As they were talking, the piercing kit had been removed and replaced with a stent to slide in from the guide wire during the live broadcast.
When they saw this, all the bullet comments in the live broadcast room halted.
Could it be that the puncture was successful in just one try?
[Was it successful?]
[That seems to be the case... However, I'd rather see three or five punctures during the TIPS surgery than something like this.]
[That's impossible, the surgeon must have used some other method to locate it. It hasn't even been 15 minutes since the surgery began and you're telling me it's over?]
[I was late. How's the TIPS surgery? What happened? Fortunately, I'm only a couple of minutes late. Damn... He's already progressed so far!]
A few bullet comments flew past while the live broadcasting room fell silent.
In the silence, the stent reached its position, opened, and connected the portal vein to the hepatic vein.
Then, the next stent came in, perfectly overlapping.
After the surgery, the live broadcast room was cut off, leaving hundreds of doctors in turmoil.
"Lil Fugui, I'm leaving the rest to you." After Zheng Ren finished the TIPS surgery, he turned around and left. As he took off his sterile gloves, he spoke to Professor Rudolf Wagner.
The professor stood at the operating table in a daze.
What did he just see?
Unlike the previous 20 TIPS surgeries, Zheng Ren carefully adjusted his position when he operated on the puncture kit. He carefully aimed, held his breath, and pressed the button.
Although the final result was the same, Professor Rudolf Wagner could clearly feel the huge difference between the TIPS surgery yesterday and today.
It was because of Zheng Ren's movements!
Today's movements were gentle and steady, full of confidence.
Today's positioning was accurate and precise like he had plenty of experience doing so.
The confidence he had earlier....
His mind felt like it was in shambles.
Professor Rudolf Wagner stared blankly at the screen in front of him. He did not hear Zheng Ren talking to him at all. His mind was still processing the surgery procedures from earlier.
The entire surgery was done like an antelope hanging its horn. It had been so swift.
Was there anything difficult a
bout it? Not at all.
If the surgery performed by the Secondary Hospital the day before yesterday, the professor felt he could achieve it after practicing for a period of time. After today's surgery however...
To be honest, Professor Rudolf Wagner did not understand what went on at all today.
Zheng Ren was so relaxed and carefree, as if he was playing the violin himself. It did not seem like he was performing surgery at all, especially the most difficult surgery to intervene in, the TIPS surgery!
"Hey, Lil Fugui, what are you doing?" Zheng Ren used his elbow to nudge Professor Rudolf Wagner on the back.
The lead apron was stuffy and the professor was being absent-minded.
"Oh, oh," the professor answered absentmindedly, but his movements were as stiff as a marionette.
Zheng Ren went to put on the lead apron from the System before heading to the operating room.
In the operating room, Chu Yanran and Chu Yanzhi were chatting about something. They lowered their voices and occasionally laughed softly.
TIPS surgery only required local anesthesia, so the Chu sisters were more than enough.
Xie Yiren was operating in the operating room, preparing sterile gauze and bandages for Professor Rudolf Wagner.
"Thanks for your hard work, Chief Zheng," Chief Sun said with a smile.
Zheng Ren was confused. It had not even been half an hour. What hard work was there?
Chapter 449 - The Champion of the Operating Theatre
However, Gao Shaojie did not seem to notice that Zheng Ren had returned. His eyes were fixed on the screen. His face was so serious, it looked like he was in the emergency department.
Wang Qiang was dumbfounded. He stood behind Gao Shaojie. He looked at the professor through the anti-radiation lead-lined glass in a daze. No one knew what he was thinking about.
"I was done in ten minutes. It isn't that hard," Zheng Ren said with a smile. "Department Chief Sun, I won't nag you about how the treatment should be when we get back."
"No, it's fine," Department Chief Sun said with a smile.
Although he felt that Zheng Ren's surgery was particularly fast, he did not understand TIPS surgery at all. It had just been wrapped up quickly. It was not a big deal.
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