Su Yun didn't watch the surgery at all, but was talking to Dr. Smith about tips surgery teaching.
Dr. Smith was absent-minded, his eyes always staring at the screen here.
Su Yun didn't understand.
In his opinion, Zheng Ren's surgery was indeed good, but that was all. If it weren't for the fact that I had no interest in interventional surgery, it would only be a matter of... a year or two to pursue him.
The popularization of tips surgery is more important for winning the Nobel Prize.
However, a minute later, the screen in the operation room came on for less than 10 seconds. After Dr. Smith's eyes accidentally caught the screen, he could no longer look away.
He forgot that he was discussing tip surgery with Su Yun. He stood up suddenly, his paper-like upper body teetering on the edge and almost breaking.
He strode to the screen and remained silent.
Su Yun found it strange that Zheng Ren's surgery was good, but it wouldn't surprise the experts at Mayo Medical Center so much.
Su Yun knew about Dr. Smith.
Because of the tips surgery project, one part of the review process requires people from interventional disciplines to make evaluations and recommendations.
Of course, these are just a few of the top people in the interventional field in the world, including Dr. Smith.
His level is a little higher than Professor Rudolf Wagner.
What's going on here? Su Yun stood up in confusion and looked at the screen.
The microcatheter is entering, as smoothly as if those small, curved arteries don't exist at all.
The level is pretty good, Su Yun thought in his heart.
The level was even higher than what he showed in 912. This guy also knew how to hide his secrets. Su Yun was not unhappy, but rather pleased.
If you teach others how to perform tip surgery step by step, you may face the same fate as the master who taught the apprentice to starve to death.
Su Yun and Zheng Ren discussed this matter.
Zheng Ren's point of view is that no matter how high others are, they can only reach Su Yun's level, so it's no big deal.
Su Yun was very angry, but couldn't refute. While praising himself, he lifted Zheng Ren higher. Su Yun thought this was a way to show off.
Now look...it's really like this.
What is the limit of this product? Su Yun was also in a daze. But then he smiled. The technique shown now should be Zheng Ren's limit.
This was forced out of me by the Mayo Medical Center, and I suddenly had an idea.
His guess was correct, but he glanced at it inadvertently and fell silent.
The microcatheter controlled by Zheng Ren stopped at a strange position. It was neither moving forward nor backward, and it looked particularly ridiculous.
And right here, the professor began to inject embolic agent.
why? Su Yun began to construct the three-dimensional structure of the patient's liver based on the images. His brain was running wildly. The black hair on his forehead was suppressed by the sterile cap and could not help dissipate heat. Su Yun felt a little distressed.
I don't know how long it took before Su Yun had a hint of enlightenment in his heart.
That's the sweet spot.
If it goes further up, a lot of undamaged liver tissue will be embolized. And if it goes further down, the scope of hemostasis will be smaller.
Is this the experience I learned from going to the imperial capital to save Taiwan? Su Yun suddenly realized that while he was doing the construction, Zheng Ren's surgical operation had not stopped. I turned a blind eye to the surgery and tried my best to figure out why.
I don’t know how long it took, but Zheng Ren’s surgery has begun to be completed.
I'll go... Su Yun was surprised.
The level is so different? impossible!
He raised his head in confusion, and instead of continuing to watch the operation, he looked at Zheng Ren inside through the leaded glass.
With Professor Rudolf Wagner blocking him, Su Yun could only see part of Zheng Ren.
He was so focused and serious that his hands almost didn't move at all. He knew that this was a manifestation of the extremely meticulous handling of micro guidewires and microcatheters.
It turned out that the gap was really that big. Su Yun blew a breath and suppressed half of his hair with the sterile cap. The black hair on his forehead could only float feebly a few times.
The entire operation room was completely silent.
A doctor who had objections to Zheng Ren's surgery before also stared at the screen in stunned silence, motionless like a sculpture.
This is learning surgery, Su Yun knows.
It took me so long to figure it out, can you understand it too? Su Yun smiled, turned around, found a chair, and sat on it carelessly.
If the surgery is done well, things will be easy to say in the future.
This is Mayo, we have as many patients as we need, no matter what source of patients, what beds, what doctors, what kind of care, all factors need not be considered.
Being able to become number one in the world has a profound foundation. Every first has its own reasons and cannot be achieved by luck.
The volume of surgeries performed by one Mayo Clinic can match that of three or five imperial hepatobiliary surgeries.
Thinking of this, Su Yun felt at ease.
The amount of Nobel Prize-level surgeries that were originally thought to be unachievable now seems to be possible.
What a blessing, he thought to himself.
After sighing with emotion, Su Yun was stunned for a moment.
Lucky, is Zheng Ren really that lucky? It was a smooth journey with no major setbacks.
He smiled self-deprecatingly, maybe so, maybe not, who knows. Anyway, the most important thing now is to complete the number of Nobel Prize-winning surgeries and promote tip surgeries. Everything else can be left to the future.
At 14 minutes and 23 seconds, the operation ended.
Just like the embolization and hemostasis surgery for pelvic fractures, the longest time-consuming operation was not Zheng Ren's choice, but the professor's embolization.
There is no technique for injecting embolism drugs, and it is basically impossible to shorten the time.
In other words, this surgery has reached the limit of human beings.
After the hemostasis and embolization surgery was completed, Zheng Ren took out the membrane-coated stent. It was extremely light and did not cause any side damage to the liver.
He then turned around and stepped down, leaving the professor to do all the final work.
Walking out of the surgery room, Zheng Ren found that the eyes were not looking at him at all, but were staring at the screen.
He must have been shocked by the peak-level interventional surgery, Zheng Ren thought to himself. Not only them, but even himself was shocked.
It turns out that the gap between the master level and the peak level is so huge that it cannot be described in words.
It would be great if instead of relying on peak cards, I really had this level.
Zheng Ren also felt emotional.
There was still some time, so Zheng Ren simply found a place to sit down, closed his eyes and began to recall the details of the operation.
Faintly, the transparent ceiling from the top began to loosen.
But Zheng Ren didn't feel it. He took the time to keep the memory of his peak state in his mind and body. Let the muscles form memory and see if it can help with your interventional surgery.
In the system space, the skill tree for interventional surgery grew crazily, and a faint sound of shattering could be heard in the air.
The crunching sound makes people’s teeth sore.