Mu Tao had many dreams, dreaming that he was lying on the beach in Sanya, enjoying the warm sunshine. It's so warm. The sunshine dispels the coldness that comes from nowhere in the body, making it especially comfortable.
Just when he was feeling comfortable and wanted to turn over and change his face to receive the sunlight, the figure of Mr. Wu Haishi and Mr. Wu appeared in front of him.
Mr. Wu held a book in his hand, turned his back to the sun, and walked towards him.
Mu Tao was startled for a moment, a little dazed, where is this place
"Mu Tao, why are you still lying down? Have you given up?" Mr. Wu said seriously, just like many years ago, when Mu Tao had just been admitted to graduate school and met Mr. Wu for the first time.
This was not a dream. In his sleep, Mu Tao thought that he was not a dream, and immediately stood up while rolling around.
"You said you wanted to be the best interventional doctor, but you forgot so quickly?" Mr. Wu's voice was low and distant.
Like bells in the morning and drums in the evening.
Mu Tao lowered his head in shame and looked at the book in Mr. Wu's hand.
"The new england journal medicine" is the journal that Mu Tao never forgets, which published the new tips surgery.
Mu Tao suddenly woke up, under the double pressure of "the new england journal medicine" and Mr. Wu.
He seemed to be jumping from one space to another, and suddenly found himself in an unfamiliar operating room, sitting on a chair and falling asleep.
Isn't it in Mayo? He was still in a daze, but then he remembered that he had returned from the United States and was working on earthquake relief.
Through the leaded glass, I could see the roving nurses in the operating room busy with their feet on the floor. A figure I would never forget in my dream stood in front of the film reader, holding her chin up and looking at the film.
Although he was wearing a sterile mask and a sterile cap, Mu Tao could still see who this person was for the first time.
Zheng Ren, Mr. Zheng, that little resident general from Haicheng City, Dibei Province!
It turns out that I was just dreaming... It was really a dream...
Mu Tao gradually recalled the previous situation. He had performed many interventional embolization surgeries for severe pelvic fractures, but the number of injured people pulled from the front line only increased, not decreased.
No matter how anxious I felt, the surgery couldn't come soon enough.
Then...it seemed that Zheng Ren also came. By the way, why did he come? Doesn’t he have a Nobel Prize project on hand? Why did you come to the front line
Mu Tao continued to recall that he was sitting here watching Zheng Ren's surgery.
It was the same interventional embolization procedure for severe pelvic fractures. The conditions of the injured were similar, but Zheng Ren's surgical technique surprised me.
No matter how tortuous the branches of the internal iliac artery are, no matter how thin the branches of the internal iliac artery are, super-selection is successful in one go, and the technique cannot be seen to be very delicate.
But even with this simplest technique, the operation was completed.
Mu Tao cursed himself in his mind, "Why are you so unsatisfied? You fell asleep at this time!"
But he is almost 40 years old. He has been traveling all the way from one side of the world to the other. Without even taking a hot shower, he rushed to the many township hospitals on the front line and started operations.
Wearing a lead suit and undergoing continuous surgeries consumed too much energy.
Mu Tao didn't think about this, and he didn't self-examine. Instead, he looked inside the operating room. Zheng Ren started disinfecting, and the roving nurse "flyed" out.
The girl glanced at Mu Tao and didn't even have time to say hello. She called out to Dr. Zheng if you need anything. Then he ran out of the operation room and went to check the sterile packages that had been shipped.
There are few people, the tasks are heavy, and everyone is busy.
Mu Tao knew, but he didn't move.
He crossed his hands together, leaning on his chin, looking at the screen in front of him, and sketched in his mind what he would do if he were on the operating table.
Femoral artery puncture, of course, no problem. Arterial sheath placement is also a routine operation. The micro guidewire goes in directly instead of the conventional guidewire advanced, which is a confident approach.
Some doctors' techniques are not good enough, and they are still used to using a thick guidewire for thicker blood vessels in the front, then inserting the catheter, and then passing the micro guidewire through the catheter.
I don’t need a thick guide wire myself. Well, Mr. Zheng wouldn’t use it even if he thought about it.
And then there’s…
Just as the simulation reached the next step, Mu Tao's eyes lit up and the images on the screen began to move.
Uh... have you arrived at your location? Mu Tao estimated that this part of his body was missed for at least 10-20 seconds.
His hand speed is so fast, so fast that it makes me feel unreal. Is it because of my youth
Mu Tao was looking for reasons for himself in his heart, but his eyes were fixed on the screen.
Sure enough, the microguidewire and microcatheter were already in position, and no further operations were needed. Imaging started directly the moment the thread was stepped on.
The four branches of the internal iliac arteries were bleeding, and the clouds of smoke-like contrast agent silently told Mu Tao this.
Let's start the super selection. Mu Tao entered a meditative state without blinking his eyes.
In front of him is his lifelong rival. But now, it is the first time for me to see the other party's surgery with my own eyes. I must see what his level is like!
The microguidewire advanced inward, and a 70°-angled blood vessel branch did not block the advancement of the microguidewire at all.
Others can't see it, but Mu Tao can.
At the point where the blood vessel branches form an angle, there must be a movement of the surgeon's wrist and fingers that cannot be seen. Then the force is transmitted to the front end of the microguidewire, causing it to suddenly change its angle when passing through the blood vessel branches to achieve the surgeon's purpose.
The power is perfect, the angle is perfect, the movement is perfect.
Everything was perfect, so perfect that even those with a slightly lower level of perfection would not be able to tell that the micro guidewire had ever moved like this.
Can you achieve it yourself
I'm afraid it's too much...
Superselection is quickly completed, and then the microcatheter is introduced and embolization is initiated. What surprised Mu Tao was that after the embolization was completed, the surgeon directly removed the microguidewire and microcatheter for the next step of the operation without doing any imaging confirmation.
He was really confident. Mu Tao did not think that the operator was operating illegally. He knew that this was a way of being extremely confident in his own level.
If it were a normal time and location, the surgeon would most likely do an imaging test to confirm.
But now, time is life.
If you are confident, you can skip this step.
Mu Tao asked himself, would he do this
No... because I really don't know whether the embolization was successful without confirming it.
The process of embolization of the second blood vessel branch is the same. During the super-selection process, the more difficult position is just a movement of the wrist and fingers, and the force is transmitted to the micro guidewire, which is almost 90° angled and extremely difficult. The blood vessel branches are crossed.
Mu Tao seemed to be watching a thriller, his eyes remained unblinking, but there was a huge wave in his heart.
The four blood vessels were embolized within a few minutes. The technique...except for the invisible movement, all were textbook-standard and ordinary techniques. Looking at them separately, there was no highlight.
I looked at the time, 11 minutes.
What a gap!