Little Oliver looked at the professor's "clumsy" operation and really wanted to go on stage and replace him.
But this is just a dream, an unrealistic dream.
He knew that he didn't have Zheng Ren's surgical skills, and he would be more "clumsy" than the professor after going up.
So it can only be a beautiful idea.
"Super Select Inner Iliac, go up to the second branch." Zheng Ren said lightly.
"Okay." Professor Rudolf Wagner was fully focused, and his wrists and fingers trembled slightly, almost invisible.
As if it has a soul, the microguidewire follows the large blood vessels and directly enters the next-level branch blood vessels.
"Continue, go down to the third branch." Zheng Ren continued to guide.
The professor's operation is the world's top early-stage vascular super-selection, which cannot be difficult for him at all.
A few minutes later, the early blood vessel super-selection was completed, and the location was similar to the one the professor performed in Shanghai.
Here is the limit of the professor.
"Continue, downward, to the third branch blood vessel." Zheng Ren continued.
"Old... boss... you can't get in here..." As soon as the professor said it, his hands hurt.
"Pop!" There was a soft sound.
Zheng Ren held the hemostatic forceps in his hand and struck directly on Professor Rudolf Wagner's wrist.
"Ah..." The professor did not expect that Zheng Ren would hit him with the pliers. He turned his head to look at Zheng Ren in surprise due to the pain.
"Boss..." Professor Rudolf Wagner was puzzled.
"Huh?" Zheng Ren was also puzzled, "Fuguier, didn't you say you wanted me to cut you?"
"..." The professor burst into tears.
Little Oliver stood behind, feeling as if the lead clothes on his body were several times heavier, and it became difficult to even breathe.
"That means you misunderstood the meaning of Chinese. I told you not to let you learn Northeastern dialect." Zheng Ren smiled and said, "Try it. If it doesn't work, I will do the surgery."
Facing the gentle Zheng Ren, Professor Rudolf Wagner felt that he was standing next to a devil!
"No!" the professor yelled subconsciously: "Boss, you did a great job, that's what I meant!"
"Um?"
"I won't have any more objections. Please teach me how to perform surgery!" After the professor finished speaking, he quickly put all his energy into the operation of the micro guide wire. According to Zheng Ren, he tried his best to make the micro guide wire more accessible. The guide wire enters the next level of vascular branch.
However, the previously obedient microguidewire was no longer willing to listen to Professor Rudolf Wagner's control. After it was placed near the branch of the blood vessel, when the professor exerted force, the microguidewire deflected to the other side.
"That's not how power is used." Zheng Ren said, "Keep your wrist fixed, don't move your middle finger, use your thumb and index finger to twist it. The force should be light, not too hard. Uh... don't be too light, just moderate!"
The professor's hand hung in the air and he did as Zheng Ren said.
But the microguidewire in my hand is too hard! It is impossible to enter the next level of branch blood vessels with a special micro guidewire, let alone with such a hard thing.
Once, twice, three times…
Sweat broke out on Professor Rudolf Wagner's forehead.
"Oliver... Xibao'er, wipe the sweat of Fugui." Zheng Ren was very calm. The professor's repeated failures seemed normal to him.
The professor's level is close to the master level. It is especially obvious when he is promoted to the master level.
If he undergoes surgery, it will be great if he can reach his level in the Imperial Capital. And it also requires luck to be able to upgrade during the operation.
But, is it really possible
Zheng Ren was not in a hurry. Seeing that the sweat had soaked through the sterile cap, he asked Xibao'er to wipe the professor's sweat.
Wiping sweat is a routine action on the operating table.
Usually a circulating nurse or anesthesiologist comes to help the doctor wipe away the sweat.
If there is no time, the surgeon will rub his head on the back of the assistant's shoulder a few times to wipe away the sweat.
Or you can rub sweat off the equipment nurse's shoulders.
But during interventional surgery, if the nurse does not come in, there will be no such treatment.
Little Oliver quickly asked Mr. Shay for a piece of sterile gauze, "Professor, let me wipe your sweat."
Professor Rudolf Wagner was very unhappy and vented all his anger on little Oliver.
"How many times have I told you! Call me Rich!" Professor Rudolf Wagner roared.
Little Oliver was like a lamb, innocent and helpless.
"Keep your voice down." The hemostatic forceps in Zheng Ren's hand hit Professor Rudolf Wagner's wrist with a "pop" sound.
Although Zheng Ren's partial anatomy skill points are not added to orthopedics, his overall skills have improved, and his techniques are superb. He is also particularly handy in beating the professor.
Although the blows hit the same location each time, they did not cause any visible damage to the body's surface, nor did they cause any organic damage. However, they were extremely painful.
The professor immediately changed his face, smiled, stretched his head to the side, and asked little Oliver to wipe the sweat off his head.
"Don't be nervous, take your time." Zheng Ren is very gentle and not impatient at all. "You have to feel the hardness of the micro guide wire, and then use appropriate force to send the micro guide wire into the blood vessel."
The professor continued to operate, failed dozens of times, and tried again dozens of times.
He seemed to recall that he had just seen Zheng Ren's operation. It was not difficult at all. He entered here in one go.
Watching Zheng Ren do it, it’s not difficult at all. But doing it yourself is incredibly difficult.
It was the first time that little Oliver saw Professor Rudolf Wagner so docile. He stood behind him in a daze, not daring to move.
The way Zheng Ren hit the professor with the hemostatic forceps just now made little Oliver's eyes almost fall out.
The professor is the world's top interventional doctor, but he was beaten with a hemostatic forceps... This kind of thing is usually only done by professors who beat others, roaring like a violent lion, and the entire operating room trembled under his lustful power.
Unexpectedly, in the far east, the professor turned out to be trained like a shepherd dog.
It was simply terrible. Little Oliver felt that the lead suit on his body was a little heavier.
Heidelberg University Medical Center also has some international students from China, but they have good tempers and are not so irritable.
Is this the legendary way of communication in the Middle East
The communication with patients is very strange. The communication between doctors turns out to be like this. Little Oliver seems to have some understanding.
"Yes, that's it. Be careful not to burst the branch blood vessels... Yes, that's it. Don't move your middle finger, twist the guide wire lightly, and then a little lighter."
As he spoke, the hemostatic forceps in Zheng Ren's hand hit Professor Rudolf Wagner's wrist with a "snap", "I'm talking to you, but you didn't hear me, please be gentle!"
"Okay, boss," Professor Rudolf Wagner, who had a particularly good temper, responded crisply.
This was a standard Eastern communication, for sure. Little Oliver stood behind, watching the microguidewire reluctantly enter the branch blood vessels of the next level, with a smile on his face.