During the live broadcast, the surgeon had already begun to protect the nerve root tissue.
Then the main perspective changed to the perspective of interventional surgery, and Boss Zheng took matters into his own hands and began to embolize the feeding blood vessels of the fourth cervical vertebra to be removed.
Peng Jia didn't know if switching back and forth was useful. He was now focusing mainly on Mr. Shen.
Mr. Shen's body was slightly stiff and his hands were shaking slightly, but he calmed down immediately.
Until he saw the scene of the interventional operation in which the blood vessels supplying the vertebral body were blocked with a small spring coil, Mr. Shen leaned back directly on the chair as if all his energy and energy had been sucked out of his body.
Director Yang didn't seem to notice the changes in Mr. Shen. All his attention was still on the live broadcast of the surgery.
After a long time, the live broadcast screen returned to the surgical field. Director Yang sighed and said: "Teacher, no one can do this step except Boss Zheng."
"Yes." Mr. Shen closed his eyes completely, as if he was resting his mind or thinking about something.
"Microoperation is enough. He also needs to embolize the feeding blood vessels to further reduce the amount of bleeding." Director Yang said: "The intraoperative bleeding is estimated to be no more than 500ml."
"It's impossible to even get 200ml." Mr. Shen shook his head and said: "The patient's condition is not good. If the bleeding exceeds 1000ml after the operation, he may not even be able to leave the ICU. At that time, I was still wondering what Boss Zheng was thinking. Now Look, I know what I am doing, and I am sure that the patient will not bleed a lot during the operation with my technique, so I can give it a try.”
"Teacher, even if we invite Teacher Pei to do the surgery, I'm afraid we won't be able to do this." Director Yang said bitterly.
"You always have to give it a try. If you can't bleed 200ml, then try 1000ml first." Shen Laodao said: "With the advancement of technology and the introduction of more advanced consumables into clinical practice, I think it will definitely be possible within 10 years. Someone can do what Boss Zheng does."
Peng Jia was a little confused. Was Boss Zheng's surgery so good that he could only compete with more advanced instruments and consumables? Academician Shen’s evaluation is simply too high.
It’s not that the technical level is 10 years ahead of others, but that others have to rely on the power of technology and use more sophisticated materials to compete with Boss Zheng.
But... It doesn't matter that Boss Zheng himself is good at surgery. His equipment and consumables are among the best in the world. Peng Jia knew that the microcoil used for embolization was developed in Germany, but because the cost was too high, it was not put into clinical use at all.
Boss Zheng himself is scary enough, but he is also armed to the teeth. Even if technology advances, I'm afraid Boss Zheng will still be the first batch of doctors to benefit.
Still can't catch up. Thinking of this, Peng Jia felt a little happy in his heart.
15′22″, the affected fourth cervical vertebra was completely removed, and then the surgeon began to replace the 3D printed vertebral body.
Replacement, fixation with nail rod system, and flushing of the surgical area begins.
Mr. Shen glanced at the timer in the upper right corner of the live broadcast screen. The entire process of removing the cervical spine took 1 hour and 22 minutes.
"Boss Zheng is really awesome, and he has a great reputation. By the way, when will the annual meeting be held this year?" Mr. Shen asked.
"Mid-January." Director Yang replied.
"When I get back, I will send an invitation letter to Boss Zheng in my name, inviting him to come to the Magic City to teach surgery." Shen said.
Teaching… Surgery…
These four words were like four thunderbolts, chopping Peng Jia into charcoal.
In general academic exchanges, teaching surgery will definitely not be used to determine the quality. Only when the world's top doctors are invited to give lectures will the word teaching be occasionally used.
Even Academician Shen Lao Shen... Peng Jia has been observing Lao Shen's expression. He is a little confused and confused.
What I have heard and seen in the past is that the competition for academic status is extremely cruel.
For all of these, articles were published and publicly condemned, not only in academic circles, but even in the media to attract national attention. This kind of thing is not common, but it is not uncommon, and it always involves a bayonet.
Originally, Peng Jia thought that after Boss Zheng won the Nobel Prize, he would attract many envious and sad eyes. After that, there will be a lot of battles between dragons and tigers to establish one's academic status.
But…
After crossing the circle, Boss Zheng is still very popular. Even the academicians of orthopedics have recognized Boss Zheng's surgical skills.
He was even asked to teach surgery.
Could it be that everything Uncle Ning said was true? Peng Jia felt a little ashamed. Was his vision too low
"Teacher, can you teach me how to operate?"
"Boss Zheng's surgery is good, what's wrong with teaching surgery?" Mr. Shen frowned and said, "You have to learn and make progress. Over the years, you have seen so many people who rested on their laurels until they died."
"Laparoscopy has eliminated a group of old doctors. The wave set off by Boss Zheng will definitely eliminate more doctors." Shen said.
"Interventional surgery has not been carried out for so many years." Director Yang was obviously dissatisfied or worried about interventional surgery.
"The problem of thread eating will be solved sooner or later, and the Da Vinci robot has already begun to be used." Shen Laodao said, "Within 5-10 years, surgeons will move out of the operating room and use lead plates to eat threads wherever they go. No. Once we have no worries, more outstanding magicians will surely emerge."
"Yes Yes."
"Follow me. I probably won't be able to see that day, but I hope you won't be eliminated."
After saying that, Mr. Shen slowly stood up.
"Mr. Shen, don't you finish reading?" Peng Jia didn't expect that Mr. Shen would leave before the operation was over, so he quickly said, "It's already noon, let's have a quick meal before going back."
"No." Mr. Shen smiled and greeted Peng Jia kindly: "I will watch the recording of Boss Zheng's surgery several times when I get back, Xiao Peng."
"Ah? Mr. Shen, what instructions do you have?" Peng Jia bent over and asked in fear.
"You and Boss Zheng suggest that instead of always doing live broadcasts of interventional surgeries, do you also want to do orthopedic surgeries?" Mr. Shen said with a smile: "I have been waiting for this live broadcast surgery for 8 months."
Seeing the satisfied look on Mr. Shen's face, Peng Jia bent even deeper and said repeatedly: "I will convey your wishes as soon as possible."
"It's a request, not an order. Xiao Peng, you have to figure it out." Mr. Shen emphasized, "For the annual meeting... I'd better give Boss Zheng a call, or... I can fly to the imperial capital. There are some things that need to be done. It would be better to meet in person."
After saying that, Mr. Shen left leisurely. Peng Jia sent Mr. Shen all the way to the car and looked at Mr. Shen with some confusion as he left like this.
When he returned to the conference room, the operation was not completed yet.
"What happened?" Peng Jia asked in surprise. He had just let go and raised his heart again. Don't let anything happen. Peng Jia felt that he was possessed by a demon.
"No, Mr. Peng." The person under his command said, "The operation went well. Boss Zheng is sewing the skin."
Sewing the skin... Boss Zheng, who had just won the Nobel Prize, was sewing the skin. He was really cautious and refused to let go.