"What did you say?" Dean Ren asked sternly.
Seeing the usually mild-mannered Dean Ren's face change drastically, the pudgy man was about to explain when Professor Rudolf Wagner said unhappily: "There are so many people crowded into the operating room. How do you do your sterile studio?"
After saying that, the professor had laid out the sheet and turned around and said: "Boss, I got a puncture."
"Okay." Zheng Ren didn't notice so many people pouring into the operating room. He was still looking at the MRI diffusion image of the patient's liver, imagining the operation in his mind.
"Fuguier, when inserting the needle, remind me that the angle is 15° to the left." Zheng Ren instructed, and then went to brush his hands.
"Okay." Professor Rudolf Wagner responded, then glared at Dean Ren and others with sharp eyes.
With eyes like daggers, the professor looked at him closely. Seeing the puncture sheath in his hand, Dean Ren laughed twice and finally left the operating room.
Fugui'er...is this name actually the Chinese name of Professor Rudolf Wagner? What kind of bastard named the professor that way!
He also did not expect that Professor Rudolf Wagner would be involved in the tips operation. But didn't Zhang Guangzhi say that he hired a doctor from the First City Hospital
Professor, what happened? Moreover, the little doctor looked like a professor, standing in front of the film reader, looking at the film like a dog. The professor is like a little doctor, carefully disinfecting and making orders.
Among them, the strong contrast made Dean Ren confused and puzzled.
But the professor's sharp eyes and the clear-cut tone when talking to him made Dean Ren feel like he was in the operating room of Heidelberg University Medical Center.
Dean Ren had countless things in his mind, thinking randomly.
"Dean, when I was undergoing surgery at the First City Hospital, Dr. Zheng was the surgeon and the professor was the assistant." Dean Zhang leaned into Dean Ren's ear and whispered.
“…”
This world is simply too crazy, Dean Ren was silent. The picture was so beautiful, he couldn't believe it.
"I just completed a tip operation. The operation went very smoothly, and the puncture was successful. The surgeon was really Dr. Zheng from the First City Hospital, and the professor was his assistant."
“…”
Dean Ren continued to remain silent.
When the second operation started, Cheng Lixue ignored Dean Ren's presence and tried to squeeze into a position in front of the screen, watching intently.
The puncture was successful and the guidewire was entered from the jugular vein, which was routine.
Although it's done very smoothly, that's all.
The key step is to puncture the needle from the hepatic vein to the intrahepatic portal branch. This is a blind puncture with an appallingly low success rate.
Cheng Lixue understood this, and it was also what he was most curious about and couldn't figure out.
What on earth is he going to do
Soon, the puncture kit was delivered.
Cheng Lixue's eyes were wide open and she stared without blinking. Success with one shot? That's just bad luck.
This time, it definitely won't work.
Cheng Lixue didn't know why she wanted this operation to have twists and turns. After decades of practicing medicine, she still had the most basic medical ethics.
Perhaps there was a commotion in the hospital recently, and he became inexplicably irritable when he saw the young doctor.
In the past, it could be said that these young doctors were nothing but courageous and energetic. But now, the young doctor at the No. 1 City Hospital looks like he is only 27 or 28 years old and looks very ordinary, but he can perform tip surgeries that he does not know how to do.
How should I say this in the future
Self-denial? Move land for young people
Impossible, that doesn't exist.
The entire operating room was extremely quiet. People who could understand the operation were holding their breath and concentrating, waiting for the most critical step of the tip operation. Those who cannot understand surgery are kept silent because of the existence of the two biggest leaders of the hospital, President Ren and President Zhang.
Even though many people wanted to flatter me, they didn't dare to say anything at this time. Everyone knew that disturbing the dean's observation of the surgery was a sign of flattery.
Through the leaded glass, Zheng Ren and the professor seemed to be discussing something. The position of the puncture needle moved again and then was fixed.
It turned out that they were not skilled either. Cheng Lixue sneered as if he had already won a battle.
If skilled, who will discuss during the procedure
But his pride did not last long. In about twenty seconds, he could see the stent going in along the guide wire on the image.
Was this a success
At Cheng Lixue's level, it was impossible to tell. His level is not bad, but it is limited to interventional treatment of liver cancer. He has not learned radiofrequency ablation, a technology that has been established and widely used in clinical practice, let alone tip surgery, which is known as the crown jewel of interventional surgery.
It definitely won't work... It definitely won't work... Cheng Lixue thought silently in his heart.
But he was destined to be disappointed.
The stent enters, expands, and connects the hepatic vein and the intrahepatic branches of the portal vein.
This time, Cheng Lixue witnessed all the operations with his own eyes.
How it succeeded, Cheng Lixue had no idea. Not to mention him, even Dean Ren, who never gave up his business, didn't understand.
At this moment, Dean Ren finally felt that he was old.
This world belongs to young people, just like the young doctor in the First City Hospital.
Tips surgery, such a difficult operation, can be successfully performed with one needle puncture. No wonder Professor Rudolf Wagner from Heidelberg University rushed to China to work as his assistant.
In current terms, this is called communication learning. To use an old saying from the past, the professor is learning a craft.
Let alone being called Fuguier, even if it is called Wangcai, what will happen? After returning from his studies, even an ordinary doctor transformed into a world-leading professor.
This little doctor... This is Xiao He's just showing off his sharp edges.
In a daze, the second absorbable stent was inserted again.
"Lao Zhang, is this stent to prevent hepatic encephalopathy?" Dean Ren calmed down and stopped calling him by his first name.
"Well, yes, Dean Ren." Dean Zhang said with a smile: "Generally, you don't dare to put in a second retrievable stent. When retrieving it, it will most likely cause bleeding."
Dean Zhang doesn't try to show off his relationship with the leaders. Do you still expect the leaders to rush to flatter you at the meeting? That's really seeking death.
"In the First Hospital of the City, Mr. Zheng performed two tip operations. One of them was an emergency hemostasis operation. Both operations involved retrievable stents, and one has been successfully removed. The patient should be discharged today."
"Awesome!" Dean Ren praised.
"Well, so you were in a meeting, so I decided to invite him over for surgery." Dean Zhang said, "I'm afraid I'll miss this kind of person. He'll skyrocket and I won't be able to hire him anymore."
"How much does it cost?"
"5,000. A few poor patients will receive 2,000 from their families and a 3,000 subsidy from the hospital." Dean Zhang said.
"Nonsense!" Dean Ren frowned, looking through the leaded glass at Zheng Ren and Professor Rudolf Wagner who were busy inside, and said, "Are you slapping the professor in the face, or are you slapping us in the face!"