The Surgeon's Studio c1-799

by Black Ursa Prime

  Unfortunately, if nothing unexpected happened, some blood clots still fell off and flowed into other blood vessels, causing an arterial embolism.

  The simulation mannequin showed a cerebral infarction.

  Although the surgery failed, Zheng Ren smiled.

  It was the first time he smiled after entering the System's operating theatre.

  There was no problem with his train of thought, but his operating methods still needed to be improved.

  That was good. As long as there was no problem with the direction, everything was fine.

  It was another round of continuous surgical training. Even as a Grandmaster-level surgeon, Zheng Ren was still having a very difficult time.

  This time, it did not take that long. After 21 hours and 44 minutes of surgical training, Zheng Ren was already able to skillfully remove the covered stent that was full of blood clots. The next step was simple. He would just need to add a new stent.

  The only problem with this new technique was that the cost on the patient was relatively high.

  In a few months, the next stent would have to be taken, and the corresponding medicine would have to be taken orally for the anticoagulation treatment.

  However, it was still a way, was it not?

  After using nearly 10 hours, Zheng Ren familiarized himself with two more techniques before he left the System's space with a smile.

  ..

  ..

  In the observation room of the clinical decision unit at Karolin Medical and Surgical Research Institute in Stockholm, Su Yun was still fiddling with his phone with his head lowered, chatting with some unknown girl.

  The professor was still not back yet. A few doctors were still concentrating on recording every value and performing professional analysis on the patient.

  Zheng Ren knew that once the condition changed, they would press the corresponding button and find the most professional doctor to deal with Dr. Mehar.

  However, none of that had anything to do with Zheng Ren. With a smile on his face, he leaned back against his chair.

  Seeing that Zheng Ren finally moved, Su Yun put down his phone.

  "Boss, there's no problem, right?" Su Yun did not know where he got his confidence from. He actually believed that Zheng Ren could perform the kind of surgery that was difficult even for a Master-level surgeon.

  "It's not a problem," Zheng Ren said.

  After a pause, Zheng Ren said with certainty, "There's no problem at all!"

  "That's good." Su Yun smiled and blew at his hair. "I'll go help the professor in a while."

  "Help him with what?" Zheng Ren was surprised.

  "His mouth is even dumber than the waistband of his cotton pants. Of course, he can't win a quarrel. I'll go help him argue and get this surgery," Su Yun said with a smile. He seemed to be in a good mood.

  "Well, you're good at that stuff. Go ahead. I'll wait for your good news here," Zheng Ren stretched and said lazily.

  Su Yun's face changed. Was Zheng Ren insulting him?

  He was good at talking but not in surgery?!

  However, Zheng Ren was the opposite.

  Su Yun felt wronged... F*ck, he had to carry out a human heart transplant surgery again so that Zheng Ren would not think that his surgery was not good enough!

  Chapter 622 - Was Not Qualified

  Zheng Ren did not care about Su Yun's emotional change. He recalled the surgery process and sighed.

  The surgery training time was thrown in and the surgery itself was still effective. He had made some errors in his judgment before but looking back at it then, it was not a difficult surgery.

  Yes, it was not difficult. Even in the Karolinska Institute of Medical Surgery of Stockholm the circulation interventional expert could not do it.

  For Zheng Ren, it was still not difficult.

  Through the glass, he looked at the countless tubes in Dr. Mehar's body in the ward. The extracorporeal membrane lung was responsible for normal heart and lung function, reducing stress on the body. Zheng Ren's mood felt slightly strange.

  Could someone live a meaningful life like that?

  The heart transplant Su Yun had done during his postgraduate student period was the most fundamental way to solve this problem. However, the heart, lungs, liver, and most organs could be transplanted.

  However, what about the brain?

  Humans still could not escape the laws of nature.

  Life was a journey in reverse. If one could live a day, things would be cheaper the day after. He did not want to think about such a profound philosophical problem, so he focused on studying surgery instead.

  Zheng Ren felt a tug in his heart.

  Although he was not considered an idiot, he could not comprehend the idea of how someone could still be considered human if they only had their brain waves left. After he got rid of the shackles of his own body, he could not be considered human.

  When he was at his prime, he had to consider his present.

  Just as he was thinking about that, Professor Rudolf Wagner walked back in a huff.

  "I'm assuming they said no?" Su Yun asked with a smile.

  "They didn't believe me when I said that the boss could do it," the professor said.

  "Come, take me to negotiate with you." Su Yun stood up and blew at his fringe. He looked so handsome.

  "Brother Yun, you..." The professor frowned. He thought that if he could not do it, Su Yun definitely could not do it.

  Su Yun looked at the professor with his trademark sarcastic smile.

  "Boss..." The professor wanted to say something but stopped.

  "Why are you calling the boss? Look at your cowardly face." Su Yun looked down on him. "You can't even handle such a small matter. Let's go, take me there."

  Professor Rudolf Wagner hesitated for a moment but did not move.

  "Do you still want to have the surgery?" Su Yun looked at the professor with disdain. He patted his shoulder and said, "Let me tell you that in the car earlier, the boss said that you had connections and could persuade Dr. Mehar's family to go through with the surgery. See, the boss was wrong."

  The professor's face turned red. He clenched his fists and trembled slightly.

  "Brother Yun, what are you going to do if you go?" the professor asked.

  "Of course, I'm going to scold them and then book tickets to leave." Su Yun revealed a trace of an embarrassed smile. "Whether it's the boss or me, neither of us have a medical license for heart interventional surgery. That's important in Sweden, right? The possibility of being able to perform the surgery is not high. I just can't take it lying down. Do they want the qualifications or do they want to save people?"

  Professor Rudolf Wagner was speechless.

  "Hurry up and bring me there. You dragged me and the boss all the way here and did nothing. After that, you want to go back. Let me tell you about the rich and powerful. If you just leave like this, it doesn't matter whether I'm happy or not. However, do you think the boss will be happy?" Su Yun grabbed Professor Rudolf Wagner's arm, pulling him so that they could leave.

  "Brother Yun, what the heck is this?" The professor was anxious and blurted out the words with a Northeastern accent.

  "How many times have I told you? I'm going to go scold them. The boss said that he can perform surgery. I feel uncomfortable watching people die without saying anything." Su Yun grabbed the professor's arm and was about to walk out.

  Professor Rudolf Wagner wavered once again.

  He was still very determined when he went out. However, when he mustered up his courage to wake up Dr. Mehar's wife, the professor became vague when the other party asked who was performing the surgery.

  After briefly explaining, the professor felt like he was sleepwalking.

  The boss had never performed heart surgery before. The words 'interventional surgery' were all connected. Was that enough?

  It was definitely not.

  Therefore, Professor Rudolf Wagner came back dejectedly.

  Zheng Ren coul
d feel the hesitation in the professor's heart. He smiled and said, "Su Yun, stop fooling around. This is the ward."

  "Huh? You have good intentions," Su Yun said. "Boss, let me tell you. The professor doesn't believe you."

  "He has never seen me perform interventional surgery. He shouldn't just believe me by word of mouth." Zheng Ren smiled and said, "Right, Lil Fugui?"

  Professor Rudolf Wagner was embarrassed.

  "Yes, it's okay. I just watched the radiographic films again. The success rate of the surgery is very high. If you ask for the exact data, you won't be able to do it on your own. But to improve the circulation and blood supply of the heart, it's no problem to use the rotational grinding technique," Zheng Ren said gently as he sat on the chair.

  Seeing the smile on Zheng Ren's lips, the professor's heart seemed to have calmed down a lot.

  "There's no problem with the surgery. Although the situation looks terrible, there's still a chance now," Zheng Ren said. "It's getting late. Lil Fugui, you and Su Yun should go and ask again."

  "I'm sure of one thing. If the surgery is possible, I won't let you down. "If it can be done, then prepare to start the surgery. "If it's not allowed, Su Yun and I will prepare to go back."

  Zheng Ren's words were simple and peaceful.

  However, the more it was said like that, the more uncomfortable the professor felt. He felt that his previous hesitation had been a huge mistake.

  "Boss, I was wrong. I'll try again." After the professor said that, he broke free from Su Yun's hand and quickly ran away.

  Su Yun chuckled and did not chase after him.

  Zheng Ren ignored the two of them. If he could not perform the surgery, he could just turn around and leave. It did not matter.

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  In any case, the surgery was not something that he could do as he wished. Although it was a little regretful, Zheng Ren could accept that sort of thing.

  Not to mention in Stockholm or even in Sea City, there were many surgeries that he could do. However, the patient's family did not trust him so he could not do anything about it.

  Zheng Ren was more curious about when Su Yun learned Swedish. Why did he learn such a rare language? Could it be that he started coveting the Nobel Prize in Medicine when he was a postgraduate student?

  That was probably the case. Otherwise, learning Swedish would have been too much for him.

  'What an ambitious child.' Zheng Ren smiled.

  The specifics had nothing to do with him.

  That was just how the world worked. Without strong skills, he was still just a broker in the end.

  The young doctors in the clinical decision unit looked at the black-haired guy with a strange gaze. He sat on the chair, holding his chin as if he was thinking about something.

  However, the people who came here were usually all well-known figures in the medical field. They were not people that a group of young doctors could afford to offend.

  No one was blind enough to provoke Zheng Ren.

  After watching Professor Rudolf Wagner disappear from behind the corner, Su Yun returned to Zheng Ren's side with a smile on his face. He looked as if he had seen through all of his tricks.

  Chapter 623 - If He Was Wrong, He Could Start Over

  "Boss, you're awesome." Su Yun looked at Professor Rudolf Wagner leave and came to Zheng Ren's side with a smile. He gave him a thumbs up and praised him, "You're really good at provoking people."

  "I wasn't trying to do such a thing," Zheng Ren said indifferently. "I just told the truth since I didn't want to make things difficult for Lil Fugui. What I said before was very simple. No wonder he has doubts."

  "Tsk. Do you think that by saying that, he won't have any doubts?"

  "I'll do my best. What else can I do? Do I have to barge in and directly perform surgery on Dr. Mehar? When the surgery is done later, the heart can stop at any time. If there's a chance that might happen, you have to be prepared for defibrillation," Zheng Ren said.

  "I'm one of the most professional experts in the field of cardiac surgery. Don't worry, boss." Su Yun clenched his right hand into a fist and knocked on his left pectoral, making loud banging sounds.

  Su Yun was quite confident in his specialty in cardiac surgery.

  "I know you're an expert, so I dare say that the success rate of the surgery is very high." Zheng Ren was a little tired. He slowly closed his eyes as if he was talking in his sleep, saying, "I definitely don't trust the people here. If it were me, I wouldn't believe it either. That's why I can't cooperate with the doctors around. Once there's a sudden cardiac arrest during the surgery, I'll have to rely on you."

  "Don't worry."

  The conversation between the two ended there. Whatever they were saying was nonsense and meaningless.

  Zheng Ren closed his eyes to rest, while Su Yun was chatting on his cellphone in high spirits.

  It was quiet in the clinical decision unit. The doctors who were looking after him were focused on monitoring his vital signs. The nurses occasionally went into the ward to change the intravenous nutrition medication for Dr. Mehar.

  A few minutes later, a sharp and ear-piercing alarm suddenly sounded in the ward.

  Without any warning, almost all the machines were screaming at the top of their lungs. The doctor in the clinical decision unit jumped up immediately and rushed into the ward.

  The screen in the clinical decision unit had all the values being relayed by the machines. Zheng Ren frowned and opened his eyes. He saw that the electrocardiogram had become a mess of waves.

  Sinus rhythm no longer existed. The electrocardiogram monitor showed rapid ventricular fibrillation.

  Ventricular fibrillation was a rapid and weak contraction of the ventricular muscle or an uncoordinated rapid and chaotic tremor.

  The result was that the heart would beat but no longer pumped blood out. The heart sound and pulse disappeared. As a result, blood perfusion stopped for the heart, brain, and other organs, as well as the surrounding tissue. It was the onset of A-S syndrome. The most serious patient would just suddenly die within a few minutes or even a minute itself.

  Simply put, Dr. Mehar's life had come to an end.

  Su Yun jumped up as if he had pressed a spring. It was as if he was back in Sea City General Hospital's emergency department, trying to rush in to participate in the rescue.

  However, in less than a second, he stopped as a smile appeared on his handsome face.

  "I forgot, I'm not at home," Su Yun said.

  Zheng Ren did not say anything, staring at the busy and orderly rescue behind the transparent glass.

  A doctor was performing c.h.e.s.t compressions. The nurse took the medicine and injected it into the patient's vein as fast as she could.

  Another doctor quickly picked up the defibrillator and quickly and evenly applied the conductive paste on the defibrillator.

  The upper edge of the STERNVM electrode plate was placed between the second ribs on the right side of the sternum; the upper edge of the APEX electrode plate was placed between the fourth ribs on the left midaxillary line.

  Everything was done very professionally and quickly.

  The external c.h.e.s.t cardiac compression was ineffective, and the side was immediately defibrillated.

  Dr. Mehar's body was trembling slightly. The waveform displayed on the monitor was still the same as the ventricular fibrillation waveform. There were no changes in the situation.

  Zheng Ren forgot that this was a ward at the Karolin Medical and Surgical Research Institute in Stockholm. He also forgot that the patient who was being treated inside was Dr. Mehar.

  In his opinion, the only thing he could do was to try h
is best to save a life.

  Compressions, drugs, and defibrillation were all ineffective. All kinds of methods and methods commonly used in the clinic were being used.

  If he could not get through, the patient would die.

  Zheng Ren quickly entered the System's space and selected the surgical training.

  As usual, the simulation mannequin provided by the system was exactly the same as the patient's recent symptoms and physical condition.

  The System was very kind in that regard.

  Zheng Ren quickly entered the System's operating theater and picked up the defibrillator according to the operating procedure.

  At the standard position, Zheng Ren pressed the discharge button with both his thumbs to defibrillate the patient.

  As expected, the defibrillator failed.

  He injected beta-blockers intravenously and changed the concentration of various drugs but there was still no effect.

  The simulation mannequin's heart rate was still showing ventricular fibrillation and after a few minutes, the electrocardiogram gradually became straight.

  The simulation mannequin died.

  Zheng Ren stood in the operating theater with a frown and began to think.

  Countless journals and doc.u.ments appeared in his mind, with all kinds of complicated cases providing Zheng Ren with what direction he should go for.

  The simulation mannequin's heart compression outside the c.h.e.s.t was definitely ineffective.

  Zheng Ren recalled that the first-aid doctors at Sea City and Yuandian County had said that there was a method of resuscitation for non-cardiogenic cardiac arrest.

  As long as one was given enough strength, the problem could be solved quickly.

  The standard time of 20 seconds before defibrillation was not wasted.

  However, the condition of the simulation mannequin showed that his vitality was drying up. The biological electric current in the heart had weakened to a certain extent, which led to the occurrence of ventricular fibrillation.

  This...

  Perhaps there really was no hope.

  However, Zheng Ren was unwilling to let that be the case. Dr. Mehar could still perform the surgery. He could not die just like that.