"Just try your best, don't force it." Director Pan hesitated again and again, but still advised Zheng Rendao.
But before he finished speaking, Zheng Ren had already walked into the interventional operating room, and the heavy lead door was closed, leaving him with a narrowed smile.
Surgery, continue.
Zheng Ren tried superselection again. The hepatic artery had already been superselected. Zhengren started to try superselection of the renal artery.
The technique is still skillful and stable.
Microguidewire superselection, microcatheter entry, angiography, not renal artery.
At this time, the only way to do it is to eliminate it.
After the hepatic artery and renal artery, Zheng Ren began to perform superselection of the superior mesenteric artery.
Fifteen minutes later, the result was still disappointing.
Professor Pei and Director Pan's expressions became increasingly gloomy. An hour had passed since the operation, and Zheng Ren had spent more than half of this hour leading the operation.
We should decisively choose to give up the surgery, Director Pan thought to himself.
He didn't understand interventional surgery, but since Professor Pei from the Magic City was here and didn't say what Zheng Ren did wrong, then this was his fate.
Not all diseases can be treated.
It looks like a simple operation, but when you open it, you will find that the situation is completely different from the auxiliary examination. This kind of case is not uncommon.
After all, people's hearts are separated from each other, and the auxiliary examination can never be completely consistent with the real situation under direct viewing with the naked eye.
If someone must be responsible and someone must be the villain, then let yourself do it.
Director Lao Pan made up his mind and pressed the button on the intercom.
"Zheng Ren, let's finish the operation." Old Director Pan felt heavy.
No one wants to give up treating a patient if possible.
But things in this world are not going as planned nine times out of ten.
On the battlefield, how many comrades could have been saved if they had timely blood transfusions? How many comrades in arms could avoid amputation if they had access to a sterile operating room
No, nothing.
Even Midi, who was armed to the teeth, couldn't do it.
Manpower is sometimes exhausted.
this…
This is life!
Director Pan's words made Zheng Ren and Su Yun in the operating room stagnant. However, the two people did not give up the operation and walked out of the interventional operating room. They were talking about something.
Professor Pei sighed. He had seen this kind of situation too many times, and he must have given up on a hundred surgeries.
If the blood supply artery cannot be found, what can anyone do? Not only that the doctor cannot bear the X-ray exposure for a long time, but can the patient lying in bed bear it
A few minutes later, the two people in the operating room began to argue fiercely. The tension seemed to be felt through the thick lead door and radiation-proof leaded glass.
Director Lao Pan immediately stood up, opened the induction door, and walked in.
"What are you doing?" Old Director Pan's majesty burst out instantly.
"I'll try again." Zheng Ren said calmly, "The line has been on for more than an hour. It's time for Su Yun to go out."
"Why." Su Yun was wearing sterile gloves on his hands, otherwise he should have gently touched the black hair on his forehead with his hands at this moment, showing his contempt for Zheng Ren.
"I am a magician, I have the right to decide." Zheng Ren said.
"Do you really think..."
"Okay!" Old Director Pan interrupted the quarrel between the two and glanced at Zheng Ren and Su Yun. Seeing that Zheng Ren was determined, he said, "Try again, Su Yun, come out with me."
Su Yun could argue with Zheng Ren, and he could belittle Zheng Ren sharply, but in front of old Director Pan, he couldn't say a single unnecessary word.
He tore off his sterile surgical gown and angrily threw it into the contamination bucket. Like a deserter, he followed Director Pan out of the interventional operating room, feeling dejected.
The heavy lead door closed again, Su Yun lowered his head, his black hair on his forehead fluttering feebly.
Tear open the lead coat and throw it into the corner of the operating room.
The more than ten kilograms of lead clothing made a "bang" sound, which seemed to express Su Yun's inner dissatisfaction.
Director Pan ignored Su Yun's childish behavior. Young people should have a temper.
Besides, the operation is not over yet, so even criticism will have to wait until after the operation.
The small disturbance subsided and the operation began again.
Without Su Yun around, Zheng Ren's movements were slower and more cautious.
And his hands also changed from the normal left and right position to the left and right crossed position, and he started to super select again.
"Director Pan, you are a good person." Professor Pei looked at the Super Selection image intently and said lightly.
Director Lao Pan felt bitter in his heart. The better he was, the more embarrassed he was in this situation.
Chang Yue saw that Su Yun's back was wet and soaked with sweat, and the green isolation gown had turned dark green. It was obvious that carrying out a surgery with a weight of dozens of kilograms was indeed a job that required both physical strength and skill.
She turned and left, returning soon with a bottle of water in her hand.
"Thank you." Su Yun lowered his head, took the water and said softly without looking at the image of the interventional surgery.
Chang Yue wanted to comfort Su Yun, but her lips moved slightly and she didn't know what to say.
In the operating room, Zheng Ren has already super-selected the hepatic artery, renal artery, and superior mesenteric artery, and is now super-selecting the spinal cord feeding artery.
Still not!
After completing the super-selection of the spinal cord feeding artery, Zheng Ren did not end it as agreed and started the next super-selection.
Director Pan couldn't help it anymore, pressed the intercom button, and said seriously and sternly: "Zheng Ren, I order you to end the operation!"
Zheng Yunxia was lying on the operating table, only the femoral artery at the base of her thigh was under local infiltration anesthesia, and she knew everything that happened.
Listening to Director Pan's words, she suddenly said: "Dr. Zheng, let's end it."
"Life and death are fateful. I know my fate is not good. Thank you for your help, really."
Zheng Ren's hand froze for a few seconds, then he put down the guide wire and catheter, and said softly: "Don't move."
After that, he walked out.
"Director Pan, the super selection will be completed soon." Zheng Ren said firmly, "Once you give up, all your previous efforts will be lost."
"It's been two hours! Something must have gone wrong, please give me an explanation!" Old Director Pan was as irritable as a male lion.
"Doctor Zheng, just do your best and let's end it." Although Professor Pei couldn't order Zheng Ren, he still persuaded him.
Zheng Ren did not hesitate, shook his head and said: "Director Pan, I will try again."
"That's what you just said!"
"Now, I am the surgeon, and I know the surgical conditions best." Zheng Ren said firmly: "There are not many arteries that need to be superselected. The only ones I can think of are the short gastric artery and the aorta. Soon, It will end. You say so, Professor Pei."
Professor Pei sat in his wheelchair, deep in thought.
The operation room suddenly became deathly silent.
"There's also the intercostal artery. You should try it too." Professor Pei carefully weighed his words.
Zheng Ren nodded, and then looked at Old Director Pan.
Old Director Pan kept looking into Zheng Ren's eyes, and the two looked at each other for five seconds.
"Three times, three more blood vessels will be selected." Director Pan finally decided.