Haicheng, City No. 1 Hospital, emergency building, operating room.
Zheng Ren and Professor Rudolf Wagner were performing percutaneous arterial embolization, and the operation went smoothly.
Su Yun was still so lazy, but his eyes kept staring at the screen, unblinking, with a strange look.
Gao Shaojie stood from the interventional operating room to the CT room. His expression became more and more serious.
Because he is skilled enough, he can see deeper things than the doctors at the Second City Hospital.
The surgeon is awesome, the assistant is awesome, and of course the surgeon is awesome.
But just describing it as awesome is definitely not enough.
He searched for memories of watching top international professors perform surgeries when he was studying at Columbia University Medical Center.
Compare it to the surgery in front of you, from every angle, over and over again.
Finally, he came to a conclusion in shock.
The level of interventional surgery for liver cancer at Haicheng City No. 1 Hospital far exceeds that of Columbia University Medical Center.
At first, Gao Shaojie did not believe this and refused to admit it.
He looked for countless possibilities and argued for the teachers and professors at Columbia University, hoping to keep the pride deep in his heart.
But…
Anyone with a bit of a knack for math and a sufficiently high level of skill can tell that the level of surgery in the operating room far exceeds that of Columbia University Medical Center.
What the hell!
Gao Shaojie cursed secretly in his heart, not to curse the person undergoing the operation, but to vent his inner confusion.
Is this Haicheng or the Mayo Clinic
If it were the Mayo Clinic, he would happily accept that fact.
After all, being number one in the world is not for nothing.
However, this is Haicheng, and I was "invited" by another hospital to perform surgery.
But I didn't expect to encounter such an awesome operation here.
There are four foreign tumor-feeding blood vessels, and embolization of each one is extremely difficult. In Gao Shaojie's view, if radiofrequency ablation is to be performed next, there is no need for embolization. All that is needed is to simply float some lipiodol for positioning.
However, the young surgeon didn't think so at all, and instead firmly embolized all the feeding blood vessels of the tumor tissue.
No matter how tortuous the blood vessels were, they seemed not worth mentioning in front of him.
The young surgeon operated the domestically produced guidewire, which was slightly hard and had a poor feel, and moved forward, performing angiography, super-selection, medication, and embolization all in one go.
Gao Shaojie was dumbfounded.
If it's only once, maybe it's luck.
But each of the four foreign tumor-supplying blood vessels was so smooth and without any difficulty.
This surgery is so awesome!
Gao Shaojie's face was expressionless, but there was a huge wave in his heart.
Soon, the embolization of the tumor tissue was completed, and I pushed the flat cart to the CT room to prepare for radiofrequency ablation.
Wang Qiang looked on with an uncertain expression.
Su Yun, Chu Yanran, and Xie Yiren all went to help push the patient, and the operating room became empty.
Wang Qiang then asked in a low voice: "Teacher Gao, why do I feel that the surgery here is... done... so simple?"
He racked his brains and could only come up with the adjective "so simple."
What else can I say besides how simple it is? Are you so awesome? If Teacher Gao doesn't think so, isn't this a slap in the face to Teacher Gao
Wang Qiang wanted to hang around Gao Shaojie's thigh. If there was any operation and he couldn't come to Taiwan, Gao Shaojie could come to Taiwan from the provincial capital with just a phone call. It only takes two hours, and most surgeries are no problem.
Therefore, he chose such a ridiculous-sounding word.
"It's not simple." Gao Shaojie sighed, and instead of continuing to explain to Wang Qiang, he took out his mobile phone and found a number to dial.
"Tell Corey that I was injured in Haicheng and I can't go back for the time being."
"It's okay, it's a small problem, my foot is sprained. The specialist can't diagnose me tomorrow. Well, there won't be any surgery this week or next week. If you want to go back to your hometown, go ahead."
"Okay, that's it, hang up."
Wang Qiang was stunned after hearing Gao Shaojie's words.
In the provincial capital, at the Affiliated Hospital of a Medical University, what did several directors in charge of the team say about the number of beds, number of patients, and volume of surgeries
To put it bluntly, my brains almost came out.
What does a hospital bed mean
Number of patients, number of surgeries, status of the department, how much money is earned.
Several professors lead groups, each of whom is available for outpatient service one day a week. One day, patients are admitted, the beds are filled, and then the next week the surgery is performed and the patients are discharged, and so on.
Even before the Chinese New Year, when all the doctors in the department were on vacation and all the trainees and graduate students went home for the New Year, the professor who led the team still refused to give up.
Through connections, I find people to help me and continue working until the New Year's Eve.
Wang Qiang is this kind of person.
It's close to the provincial capital and you can get there with just a phone call when needed.
If there is a sect in the medical field, Wang Qiang has tied himself to Gao Shaojie's chariot, and his label is particularly obvious.
What happened? Why don't they even accept the patient and don't perform the operation
Wang Qiang was stunned for a moment.
Gao Shaojie didn't explain anything to Wang Qiang. He asked for leave without hesitation. Those so-called costs are nothing compared to this surgery and the tips surgery at the Second Hospital.
His surgical skills have reached his own limit, and it will be difficult for him to break through.
But today, a tip surgery and an interventional embolization surgery for liver cancer made him suddenly clear up, and he could vaguely see the light of a higher level.
Gao Shaojie followed Zheng Ren, following suit.
He didn't ask Zheng Ren about the details of the operation because the operation hadn't been completed yet. He estimated that Zheng Ren's mind was filled with all the details of the radiofrequency ablation that was about to be performed.
If you ask at this time, aren’t you making yourself uncomfortable
Soon, they arrived at the CT room and several people lifted Zheng Yunxia onto the CT examination bed.
Where is the doctor in the CT room
Later, Gao Shaojie saw Su Yun sitting in front of the machine and began to fiddle with it.
Oh, this guy turned out to be a mechanic and an operator. No wonder he spoke so harshly.
In an instant, Gao Shaojie understood.
He has no interest, can't make much money, has no hope of promotion, and just hangs around every day... These labels all fell on Su Yun at once.
It looks pretty good, but to be an operator, I might as well go to the draft.
Gao Shaojie can be sure that if the extremely beautiful "operator" in front of him goes to the draft, there is a high probability that he will become famous overnight.
Isn't it better than being an operator here
But this was not his focus. His attention then turned to Zheng Ren.
Professor Rudolf Wagner was busy, but Zheng Ren was just watching the film in front of the film reader.
One picture is a 64-slice CT three-dimensional reconstruction.
One picture was taken just after the embolization was performed.
The two pictures were compared with each other.
Gao Shaojie was very curious about what kind of radiofrequency ablation this young surgeon would perform.