The rarer the blood vessels, the thinner and more tortuous they are, the more difficult it is to successfully superselect them in one go.
Blood vessels such as the hepatic artery, uterine artery, and renal artery are all straight avenues to the sky in front of the blood vessels that Zheng Ren will choose next.
The artery supplying the spinal cord was the most complicated. Zheng Ren carefully calculated the dose of contrast agent, like a miser who underwent careful analysis and calculation for each injection of contrast agent.
They were afraid that when the contrast agent reached the maximum dose that the human body could bear, the operation would be unable to continue.
As for the amount of calls Lao Director Pan was worried about, Zheng Ren was not worried.
The system equipment's radiation energy conversion lead clothing showed extremely powerful properties. The longer he stood in the operating room, not only did Zheng Ren not feel tired, but he became more and more energetic, and his operations became more and more meticulous.
Professor Pei was stunned when he saw Zheng Ren super-selecting the spinal cord feeding artery outside. When the super-selection was successful, he sighed.
Director Pan was afraid that Zheng Ren had reached his physical limit, so he immediately asked: "Professor Pei, what's wrong?"
"Director Pan, your resident manager is really amazing!"
"ah?"
"The spinal cord supply blood vessels do not have a uniform anatomical structure, and almost everyone is very different. If I were to perform this surgery, I would never touch the spinal cord supply arteries."
As he spoke, he paused and pointed excitedly at the image on the big screen.
"If I were to do it, my body can't bear it anymore. The movements will be somewhat out of shape, and it can't be so accurate. Look at Mr. Zheng's technique, it gives me the illusion that it is getting better."
Director Pan was stunned.
Wearing dozens of kilograms of lead clothing during the operation, it has been nearly three hours, and you are still getting better? Isn't this a joke
Ancient generals were fully equipped with armor, and the time they could exert their strongest combat power was probably limited.
Is Zheng Ren possessed by Changshan Zhao Zilong who goes in and out seven times
The spinal cord feeding artery was super-selected successfully and angiography showed that it still did not supply blood to the upper half of the liver tumor.
While disappointed, the people in the operation room were a little happy.
If it is this blood vessel, it means that the operation cannot continue.
During aortography, Zheng Ren selected several suspected blood vessels for super-selection, but none of them were tumor-feeding arteries.
No signs of blood supply to the tumor were found in the short stomach... intercostal... arteries.
Like finding a needle in a haystack, Zheng Ren had no other choice but to try little by little.
neither…
Zheng Ren recalled carefully, rummaging through the master-level intervention memory and searching.
Or the phrenic artery? Not sure, the chance is very small, but you need to try it.
Just when he was about to superselect the phrenic artery, Zheng Ren suddenly heard a ding-dong sound in his ear.
The countdown for the task of "The Heart of a Physician's Parent (2)" begins.
ten…
Nine…
Zheng Ren was stunned for a moment, and he even forgot that he had another mission.
I took a look at the task prompt in the upper right corner of my field of vision. The completion rate is now 62%, which is barely complete.
five…
Four…
If you end it now, you should be able to receive the reward. Whether it's skill points or experience points, Zheng Ren needs them all.
But he only hesitated slightly, ignored the emotionless voice of the system's mechanical female voice, and stubbornly and stubbornly began to superselect the phrenic artery.
System tasks
Let that big pig hoof go away!
Not completing a task is no big deal.
After the system's mechanical female voice finished counting down, it disappeared into the air. Zheng Ren didn't pay attention to it at all, but carefully and carefully selected the phrenic artery.
Microguidewire super selection was successful…
Microcatheter entry…
The high-pressure syringe began to inject the contrast agent, and Zheng Ren controlled the dose extremely finely.
As the contrast agent entered the phrenic artery, one second later, the upper part of the liver tumor appeared half-hidden on the big screen in the cath lab operating room like a shy girl.
"Wow!" Chu Yanzhi jumped up.
Chu Yanran breathed a sigh of relief and leaned against the wall. She was too nervous before, but once she relaxed, her legs became weak.
Director Lao Pan shook his fist with his right hand, as if he was watching the soldiers brave the enemy's intensive artillery fire, climb the main peak, start fighting with bayonets, and win the position.
Professor Pei leaned back on the back of the wheelchair and closed his eyes slightly.
Next, there is no difficulty at all, it is all routine operations.
This young man…
I have to get it!
Ten minutes later, the operation was over.
Zheng Ren took a piece of sterile gauze and pressed the patient's femoral artery puncture point.
Su Yun walked in with his head lowered, his hands pressed on the gauze, and he leaned Zheng Ren away with his shoulders without saying a word.
This guy was angry. Zheng Ren wanted to say something, but he was still stupid and held back in the end.
Zheng Ren tore off the sterile surgical gown and threw it into the contamination bucket. Zheng Ren walked out of the operating room.
It was already dark outside, time flew by so fast, Zheng Ren sighed.
A bottle of water appeared in front of him, it was Shay.
Zheng Ren smiled and thanked awkwardly.
"Mr. Zheng, thank you." Chang Yue expressed his most sincere gratitude in a dull voice.
"It should be." Zheng Ren took the purified water and took a big sip.
"Xiao Zheng, come here." Professor Pei waved to Zheng Ren with a smile on his face.
Zheng Ren responded and walked over.
"You should have studied your skills in which hospital." Professor Pei asked, "Or you may have practiced with a tutor when you were in school."
Zheng Ren smiled and said nothing.
Professor Pei just expressed his appreciation and did not want an answer.
"In a while, the national annual conference on interventional subjects will be held. Are you interested in attending?" Professor Pei extended an invitation.
"It depends. I... I'm actually a surgeon." Zheng Ren said.
"Um?"
"The scope of practice registered with my medical certificate is general surgery." Zheng Ren explained, "Because I was transferred to the emergency department some time ago, I can also perform related emergency surgeries."
Seeing Zheng Ren anxiously explaining, Professor Pei smiled and said, "I'm not asking you this, why are you so anxious? The level is indeed good, the talent is very high, and he is very patient."
When Zheng Ren saw Professor Pei praising him, he smiled shyly.
Director Lao Pan asked with concern: "Are you tired? Do you want to take a rest?"
"I'm not tired." Zheng Ren stood up straight and his position was just right. Old Director Pan conveniently punched Zheng Ren in the chest.
This is a habit in the army, and it means praise and praise. But in the hospital, no one did this, especially Zheng Ren who stood for four hours during the operation and wore dozens of kilograms of lead clothing.
Director Lao Pan immediately woke up and felt a little embarrassed.
Zheng Ren quickly hammered his chest with his fist, making a thumping sound to show that he was fine, just like the orangutan who climbed up the Empire State Building.
"Xiao Zheng, what is your education level?" Professor Pei smiled.
"postgraduate."
"I have a quota for doctoral students next year. Are you interested? There is no need to take an exam. I will handle all the procedures. All you have to do is come."