The surgical lights in the operating theater were bright and the scalpel in the doctor's hand was very thin. Zheng Ren panicked even though he was not the one lying on the bed.
He had worked very hard to participate in today's surgery, but he did not expect Director Fu to personally assist the professor to show his respect.
He stood in the corner of the operating theater in a sterile surgical gown and could not see the surgical field at all.
Accidents would happen as long as there were surgeries. Zheng Ren did not expect that there would be an accident before the surgery.
The surgery that was about to begin was very important.
Surgeons rarely broadcast surgeries. Those who dared to do so were the best in the industry.
Sea City First People's Hospital was hosting a surgery broadcast today with the world-renowned hepatobiliary and pancreatic surgery expert, Professor Ichiro Moriyu.
The hall that could accommodate a thousand people was packed to the brim.
Eighty percent of the relevant department chiefs in the province were present. Even professors from several specialized hospitals in Imperial Capital and Sorcery Capital had come to Sea City to learn about the surgery broadcast.
The department directors, who were usually like kings in the department, were like cabbages in the conference hall. One could easily bump into one of them by raising one's hand.
A large red banner hung above the hall — Celebrating the First Sea City Hepatobiliary and Pancreatic Surgery Academic Conference.
There was no long conference table on the rostrum. Instead, there was a huge screen with eight high-definition projectors at different angles broadcasting the pancreaticoduodenectomy in the operating theater of Sea City General Hospital in real-time.
Apart from organ transplantation, pancreaticoduodenectomy was the most difficult surgery in the general surgery department.
The surgeon was Professor Ichiro Moriyu from the Shentō University Affiliated Hospital in Japan. He was the Japanese royal family's health consultant and ranked top five in the global surgical academic community.
The conference organizers had spent a lot of effort to invite Professor Ichiro Moriyu. The patient's family had also done a lot of work. After all, the patient was the richest man in Sea City. Sixty percent of the city's buildings were owned by his company.
A heavyweight professor, a heavyweight surgical technique, and a confident surgery broadcast became the highlight of the first Sea City Hepatobiliary and Pancreatic Surgery Academic Conference.
Unfortunately, Zheng Ren could not see it at all.
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The surgery officially began at 9: 15 a.m.
Professor Ichiro Moriyu was a rigorous doctor. He did not put on airs and performed the incision himself.
Eight different angles were projected on the screen, showing Ichiro Moriyu's superb surgical skills.
"Can the incision be anastomosed after the surgery?"
"You and I can't do it, but he's a top professor."
"Yeah, I heard that Professor Ichiro Moriyu was the chief surgeon for the Emperor's surgery in 2014. The professor's standard is one of the best in the world. "
Skin, subcutaneous tissues, muscles, and peritoneum were cut open layer by layer. He was as skilled as a butcher dismembering an ox. The amount of blood loss was minimal. The chief physicians estimated that it was only 510ml. The bloody gauze was only speckled with red, like red flowers blooming in the snow.
But accidents still happened.
After the peritoneum was opened, there was a cry of surprise in the venue. The expressions of the professors from Imperial Capital and Sorcery Capital turned solemn as they stared intently at the projection screen.
The malignant tumor of the pancreas was developing rapidly and had already invaded the surrounding tissues. The adhesion was so severe that it was like a single entity.
Generally speaking, in order to avoid accidents, live surgeries would be carried out on patients with less severe conditions. No powerful figure could avoid making mistakes. Everyone was the same.
There was no doubt that patients with less serious conditions would have a lower error rate.
In order to select the patients, Hospital Director Fu spent a lot of effort. The patient's CT and MRI films were examined by professors from both the province and abroad. Finally, they were sent to Ichiro Moriyu for approval.
All the specialists and professors agreed that the patient was suffering from stage III pancreatic head cancer. His condition was severe, but there was no adhesion between the tumor tissue and the surrounding tissues, making it suitable for surgery.
Unfortunately, things did not go according to their wishes. Everyone made a mistake.
Cold sweat broke out on Hospital Director Fu's sterile cap when he saw the situation.
What was going on?
To avoid mistakes, an MRI scan was done two days before the surgery. There was not much difference when compared with the previous films.
Could it be that the tumor tissue had grown rapidly in two days?
Hospital Director Fu held the aspirator in his hand and trembled slightly.
Professor Ichiro Moriyu was a little displeased. He tapped the aspirator with a pair of curved forceps and muttered something in Japanese.
Although Hospital Director Fu did not understand Japanese, he was sharp enough to capture the word 'baka' in Japanese. Professor Moriyu's dissatisfaction with himself made Hospital Director Fu feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave.
The young translator behind him immediately put on a stern face and looked at Hospital Director Fu sternly. "Fu-san, Professor Moriyu is very dissatisfied with your performance. Although your skills and equipment are inferior, please complete the surgery with the most focused attitude. "
It had been years since anyone dared to speak to him like this. Director Fu was embarrassed. No wonder people hated the Japanese and traitors the most during the War of Resistance Against Japan. How hateful.
However, he did not dare to express his dissatisfaction. He forced a smile that looked like flattery no matter how one looked at it.
The patient's condition was more complicated than expected, but it was not impossible for the world's top surgeons to solve.
The surgery continued. The adhesion between the tumor and the surrounding tissues was slowly peeled off with minimal bleeding. The slightly larger capillaries would be ligated or cauterized in advance. There were no exceptions.
Exclamations could be heard in the large conference room from time to time. Professor Ichiro Moriyu was very familiar with the anatomical structure. This was the standard of the world's top professors!
Ichiro Moriyu, who stood under the shadowless lamp, was undoubtedly the center of attention. He was like a bright star that attracted everyone's attention.
Zheng Ren did not appear in the projection at all. He was an insignificant speck of dust in a dark corner.
Although he could not participate in the surgery, he imagined the entire process of the surgery based on the various instruments used by Professor Ichiro Moriyu.
Zheng Ren longed to have a glimpse of the surgery.
He tried to change his angle to see if he could see the process, but it was all in vain.
Suddenly, Zheng Ren felt a blinding light in front of him. The shadowless lamp began to flicker, and a variety of knives, scissors, and forceps danced on the table in front of the scrub nurse like fairies.
He was in a trance. Was he hallucinating? He immediately realized that it was not an illusion. It was an earthquake!
In an instant, the entire house began to shake, and the roof creaked as if the roof and masonry would fall apart at any moment, burying everyone.
The surgeons panicked. After all, Ichiro Moriyu was from Japan and was well-trained. He left the operating table without hesitation and pushed Zheng Ren away from the corner of the room.
The young interpreter immediately rushed over and pushed Zheng Ren out of the corner.
"Get lost!"
Zheng Ren was a little confused, but his years of experience in surgery made him avoid the interpreter's hand to avoid contamination of the sterile surgical gown.
He could still feel the slight shaking, but it was not intense. He didn't know if the earthquake was over, or if it was just an appetizer, and a stronger earthquake would follow.
"Don't panic!" Dean Fu pretended to be calm and shouted, "Let the professor go first."
Ichiro Moriyu was as alert as a wild wolf. He disappeared after a slight vibration. Without hesitation, he opened the door of the operating theater and disappeared at the end of the corridor.
The interpreter followed closely behind Professor Moriyu, and Director Fu also left the operating table.
"Zheng Ren, continue with the surgery!" The chief surgeon's legs were trembling. Like a Parkinson's patient, he left the godforsaken place as quickly as possible.
Me? Zheng Ren nearly spat out a mouthful of blood.
He was just an ordinary attending physician. Although he was very attentive and hardworking, he was not a doctor. However, in the strict medical system, people of his age had no chance to come into contact with advanced surgeries. He could only perform level one and level two surgeries such as appendicitis and hernias.
The surgery that the department director wanted him to take over was one of the most difficult and top-notch general surgeries — pancreaticoduodenectomy!
Zheng Ren had no intention of running. As a doctor, how could he run when the patient was on the operating table? There was no such thing. Even if he were to die, he would die on the operating table. What was the difference between him and a deserter on the battlefield if he ran away now?
It was a simple and pure thought.
However, he did not know how to perform the surgery. It seemed that he could only rinse and close the abdomen.
Zheng Ren calmed himself down and prepared to observe the progress of the surgery. Suddenly, there was another tremor. The shadowless lamp flickered, and the white light shone into Zheng Ren's eyes.
The light was too strong, even more blinding than looking at the noon sun. Zheng Ren immediately felt a cold breeze enter his body from the top of his head, and his vision went dark.
Did the building collapse and crush him to death?
Was this the feeling of death?
In a trance, he heard violent coughing coming from his body and smelled the scent of blood.
What was going on? Was it an illusion?
Countless memories surged in Zheng Ren's mind, from when he was young to now, some of which he had forgotten. At this moment, however, it was incomparably clear, like a raging sea.
Was this the unfolding of memories before death? Zheng Ren's head was splitting, and such a vague thought appeared in his mind.
It seemed like only a second had passed, but it also seemed like countless years. At the same time, the sea of memories calmed down, and at the same time, a voice appeared in Zheng Ren's ears.
System binding commencing …
System binding complete …
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