So that's it.
The professor's question is also the question of Mr. Wu Hang. Boss Zheng spent a long time in the pathology department, but he always felt that it was super redundant and not necessary at all.
It turns out that this place only functions as a laboratory. What Boss Zheng really wants to do is to take a biopsy of pathological tissue in the CT room and conduct an examination on the spot
Is this considered intraoperative freezing? Wu Hang didn't know Zheng Ren's real purpose.
Director Chi's microscope is a teaching microscope. It is of high quality and has three lenses.
In other words, when Director Chi was observing pathological tissue, there were two people next to him who could see what he saw.
If Director Chi had a whim, he might explain it.
This is the benefit of a multi-head microscope.
Wu Hang was also curious and wanted to see how high the pathological level of Boss Zheng, who was recommended for the Nobel Prize in Medicine, was, so he risked being kicked by the director to the freezing team during the operation and had to endure hard work while waiting for freezing, and arranged for the director to machine.
He even thought that no matter how high a clinician's level was, he would never be better than himself.
If I can give some advice to Boss Zheng, and if Boss Zheng wins the Nobel Prize in a few decades, I can tell people that Boss Zheng’s pathology was taught by me!
Although it is all bragging, as long as there is some practical matter, it will not feel too empty when talking about it.
He is a little selfish.
Wu Hang saw Zheng Ren sitting down and starting to look at the tissue. He also came to another microscope and started observing Zheng Ren's movements.
Professor Rudolf Wagner did not understand pathology, but he was also curious about what his boss was doing and occupied the third microscope lens.
The messy cell tissue under the microscope was completely incomprehensible to Professor Rudolf Wagner, who was not a student of cytology.
He could only see the camera moving continuously.
But for Wu Hang, it's a different kind of world.
Because it was opaque and without post-processing, he could barely see the characteristics of certain cell tissues. Even if he knew that this was a piece of liver cancer tissue, he could barely judge that some cells "may" be liver cancer cells by using reverse reasoning.
The camera freezes, and a faint light appears in the field of vision. The fluid in the interstitial space fluctuated slightly, as if a naughty child was stirring a pool of spring water with a branch.
What is Boss Zheng going to do? Wu Hang had a question mark on his forehead.
The cells are very small. Does he want to take the cells? What type of tweezers or pliers to use
Clinical microsurgery is only at the millimeter level, which is very different from the diameter of cells at the micron level.
One millimeter is equal to a thousand microns. Not many people can achieve perfect microsurgery at the millimeter level in clinical practice, let alone micron-level cell tissue.
It is simply impossible to take cells directly.
"Wu Hang!" a voice roared angrily.
Wu Hang was looking at the beam of light and thinking about what Boss Zheng was going to do. He didn't realize that this was the sound he was most afraid of.
The light stirs the liquid in the interstitial space between cells and tissues. As another ray of light appears, the liquid in the interstitial space trembles slightly, and an indescribable power of interaction between light and cells appears.
Following the light and the gentle movement of Zheng Ren's fingers, a cell was steadily taken out from the pathological tissue.
Let me go... Is there such a magical operation? !
What does Boss Zheng use? ! How can I remove cell tissue? !
Countless question marks and exclamation marks intertwined in Wu Hang's consciousness, and he was inexplicably surprised. In surprise, my right ear hurt.
The sting woke him up.
A little old man held Wu Hang's ears with an angry look on his face.
"Director Chi, Director Chi, you..."
"Wu Hang! Who told you to touch my machine!" Director Chi asked angrily.
"Slides, fixative, coverslips." Zheng Ren didn't seem to notice anyone coming. He was concentrating on operating the optical tweezers to pick up the cells from the case, and said calmly.
"Who are you?" Director Chi saw the real person. He looked familiar, but he was very young and looked like a graduate student.
"Director, it's Boss Zheng from the Interventional Department, Boss Zheng from the Nobel Prize." Wu Hang explained quickly, even using the Nobel Prize as his shield, trying to resolve Director Chi's anger.
Boss Zheng? Interventional department
"What are you doing in the pathology department?" Director Chi asked. He took a closer look at the machine and saw an additional pendant on his precious microscope, and his heart burned with anger.
"Director, director, look! Boss Zheng took a pathological cell directly with something unknown." Wu Hang explained quickly.
"Impossible." Director Chi directly denied Wu Hang's statement. As soon as he let go, the huge head was free. "The clinical instruments are all millimeter-level, at most 0.1 mm. There is no way to remove μm-level instruments." Cell."
"I just saw it."
Zheng Ren operated the optical tweezers. When he saw that no slide was brought over, and heard someone talking, he left the microscope and looked up.
"Boss Zheng, this is our Director Chi." Wu Hang immediately introduced.
"Hello, Director Chi." Zheng Ren showed a standard fake smile and then said: "Slides."
Wu Hang glanced at Director Chi and saw that he was silent, so he quickly took a slide and put it on the shelf.
"Does it need to be dealt with?"
"Yes, but I can do it myself." Zheng Ren smiled, then lowered his head and continued the operation.
"Director, take a look." Although Wu Hang was reluctant to leave, he could only give up his position to Director Chi.
Didn't you say you were going to the bank to handle some business today? Why did you come back in such a hurry
Wu Hang cried out in his heart that he was unlucky. Thinking back to the scene he just saw, his heart felt as if a kitten was scratching it, and it was extremely itchy.
Director Chi sat down hesitantly. He carefully observed the pendant first and saw that it had not damaged his precious microscope. Then he glared at Wu Hang again and began to observe through the microscope.
23″ later, Director Chi’s body froze.
1'02" later, his hand tightly grasped the base of the baby microscope, and there was a crackling sound between the joints, like a piece of dead wood being eaten away by termites and about to break at any time and turn into dust.
At 3′13″, Director Chi was already quietly watching Zheng Ren take out living pathological cells, fascinated.
At 22′23″, Zheng Ren finally raised his head and moved his cervical spine.
"Boss Zheng, are you done?" Wu Hang asked.
"Yes." Zheng Ren said, "Now that we have collected the materials, we just need to observe them under a microscope."
Wu Hang glanced at Director Chi and saw that his eyes were glued to the microscope lens, as if he wanted to drill into it.
What is this situation
"Boss, what kind of operation are you doing? I've been watching it for a long time, and it makes me wonder." Professor Rudolf Wagner said with a frown.
"Microsurgery, it may be that the vestibular nerve in your brain can't bear it. Don't look at it, it has nothing to do with intervention." Zheng Ren said with a smile.