The airtight lead doors had already been closed, and as Zheng Ren's blind selection ended, the screen lit up.
The micro guidewire has been blindly selected to a very deep position. Zhu Liangchen knew that if he had done the blind selection himself, he would definitely not be able to reach this point.
Inadvertently, he had recognized Zheng Ren's surgical skills. If you can't even do the super selection, can it be recommended as a Nobel Prize project
Then the super selection depends on the technical level.
The microguidewire entered the next-level hepatic artery smoothly. No matter how weird the angle was or how thin the lumen was, it did not hinder the entry of the microguidewire.
The level is really high. Zhu Liangchen was astonished as he watched the super-selection process of the micro guidewire.
Boss Zheng is really not only good at tip surgeries, but his overall interventional level is much beyond his own level.
Maybe he could stop the bleeding smoothly. Zhu Liangchen couldn't be sure, so he could only hope that Zheng Ren would succeed.
Every doctor never wants an operation to fail under normal circumstances. No matter from which perspective, no one would think so.
But Zhu Liangchen secretly thought that the risk of the second-stage surgery was too high, so he could just use a stent. Anyway, I have mastered the tips for selecting the surgical site in the first phase, so I won’t make such risky attempts in the future. It’s okay.
Although the patient has to face the risk of elevated blood ammonia and hepatic encephalopathy, it is still much better than bleeding during the second-stage surgery.
While watching, Zhu Liangchen suddenly saw the microguidewire stop at a certain point and the microcatheter was inserted.
here…
The location seems a bit shallow.
Although for most interventional doctors, including myself, they are very lucky to be selected here, and they have to feel great.
But Zheng Ren had no difficulty in his previous super selection, and Zhu Liangchen felt that he would definitely be able to do further super selections.
After hesitating for a moment, I saw that the microcatheter was already in place. If I didn't raise any questions, embolism would occur soon.
Although Zhu Liangchen particularly didn't want to talk to Zheng Ren, like a child who had made a mistake and didn't want to face it directly, he still pressed the intercom button with a cruel heart.
"Boss Zheng, please come out." Zhu Liangchen said in a deep voice.
Zheng Ren knew what Zhu Liangchen meant, and there was no way he could say this out loud. The patient is under local anesthesia and can hear everything clearly.
Although the condition has not changed much, the bleeding point in the liver is pressed by the stent, and there is not much bleeding. Hemorrhagic shock is still far away. He had only been lying there for a few hours, but the patient was obviously getting impatient.
Especially since the surgeon has been changed again.
This is the worst thing about local anesthesia surgery.
Zheng Ren stopped stepping on the line, glanced at Director Kong, and whispered: "I'll explain the situation to Teacher Zhu."
Director Kong nodded.
Opening the airtight lead door with his feet, Zheng Ren raised his hands in front of his chest and came to the operation room.
"Boss Zheng, the super selection position is a bit shallow."
"Teacher Zhu, you can't go any further to super-select." Zheng Ren said.
"Why?" Zhu Liangchen blurted out his question.
"Because the operation you just performed caused a large area of contusion on the liver parenchyma, and there was capillary bleeding." Zheng Ren spoke in a calm voice, simply stating a fact.
No anger, no accusations.
But even so, every sentence, every word, was like an invisible hand, slapping Zhu Liangchen on the face.
Zhu Liangchen's face alternated between red and white, and he clenched his hands into fists. He wanted to refute, but couldn't find what to say.
What a deal! Why learn tips surgery? ! He was roaring in his heart, but he couldn't shout it out to Zheng Ren.
"If nothing goes wrong, I will go for the operation." Zheng Ren said safely.
Zhu Liangchen didn't say anything, but turned around and looked at the screen.
Zheng Ren returned to the operating room, closed the airtight lead door, and the operation continued.
Director Kong did not question Zheng Ren's operation. With many years of rich clinical experience, he had vaguely guessed what Zheng Ren meant. In particular, he has a kind of trust in Zheng Ren. Zheng Ren's actions are reasonable. As long as they are not too outrageous, he will do it.
Forty-two minutes later, the meticulous embolization of six small arteries was finally over.
Zheng Ren completed the second-stage tip surgery and waited for ten minutes before doing another angiogram.
There were no signs of massive bleeding within the liver parenchyma, and the operation was concluded.
"Hard work." Director Kong said.
"It should be." Zheng Ren smiled, tore off the sterile surgical gown, threw it into the medical waste trash can, and turned to take off the lead gown.
The two took off their lead clothes and returned to the operating room.
At this time, Zhu Liangchen's little doctor was doing compressions to stop the bleeding, and Zheng Ren didn't need to worry about the patient's subsequent transport.
"Thank you." Zhu Liangchen looked at Director Kong and said, "It's dinner time, let's go out and have a bite to eat."
Director Kong said nothing and glanced at Zheng Ren.
"Go ahead. I want to take a look at the absorbable splenic omentum when I go back. There will be a live surgery tomorrow, so be careful." Zheng Ren smiled and declined Zhu Liangchen's invitation.
Although Zhu Liangchen said this invitation with pinched nose, he was very tired of eating with Zheng Ren, but after all, he was here to put out the fire, and it would be outrageous to go back without even eating.
Hearing Zheng Ren's refusal, Zhu Liangchen felt mixed feelings.
Angry that a young doctor refused his invitation,
It's easier to not have to face this person or your own mistakes.
Zheng Ren turned around and said, "Director Kong, I'm going to change clothes."
Director Kong nodded and said, "Boss Zheng, you can call a car and go back. I'm a little hypoglycemic. I need to eat before I leave."
"Okay." Zheng Ren went directly to the dressing room and changed clothes.
When Zheng Ren left, Director Kong looked at Zhu Liangchen and was speechless for a long time. Low blood sugar or something is just an excuse, everyone knows this.
Zhu Liangchen was at a loss when Director Kong saw him.
After a long time, the patient was sent back. Director Kong sighed, patted Zhu Liangchen on the shoulder and said, "Go and see the patient."
"Yeah." Zhu Liangchen nodded.
"Lao Wu, alas." Endless words were all contained in a long sigh.
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Zheng Ren changed his clothes and walked out of the gate of Imperial Hepatobiliary Hospital with brisk steps.
Director Zhou Chunyong has already extended an invitation to himself. He has been outpatient service these days, focusing on patients with liver cirrhosis and portal hypertension.
It is said that some patients have been admitted. Zheng Ren did not take the initiative to contact Zhou Chunyong and did not know the specific number.
If this kind of tertiary-level specialized hospital in the imperial capital were opened to the public, ten or twenty surgeries a day would be like a joke.
However, Zheng Ren did not go to Zhou Chunyong. After all, he was here to save Taiwan and could not explain to Zhou Chunyong.
Although he thinks Zhu Liangchen is an ordinary person, Zheng Ren is not the kind of person who adds insult to injury.
After walking out of the hospital, Zheng Rencai picked up his phone.
I was originally going to send a message to the little girl, asking what to eat for dinner and whether I should take the subway home or wait for the sweetheart to pick me up.
Unexpectedly, there were seven or eight missed calls displayed on the phone.