Su Yun did not watch the surgery at all. Instead, he was talking to Dr. Smith about the teaching of TIPS surgery.
Dr. Smith, on the other hand, was absent-minded. His eyes were always fixed on the screen.
Su Yun did not understand.
In his opinion, Zheng Ren's surgery was indeed done well, but that was all there was to it. If not for the fact that he was not interested in interventional surgery, it would only take him a year or two to catch up.
The popularization of TIPS surgery was more important to winning the Nobel Prize.
However, a minute later, the screen in the control room lit up. In less than ten seconds, Dr. Smith's gaze accidentally landed on the screen, and he couldn't look away anymore.
He forgot that he was discussing the TIPS surgery with Su Yun. He suddenly stood up. His paper-like upper body was on the verge of collapsing and almost broke.
He strode in front of the screen and remained silent.
Su Yun found it strange. Zheng Ren's surgery was done well, but it should not have surprised the big shot from Mayo Medical Center.
Su Yun had some understanding of Doctor Smith.
Because of the TIPS surgery project, a part of the review required people in the field of interventional surgery to evaluate and recommend.
Of course, these were just a few of the world's top interventional researchers, including Dr. Smith.
He was slightly better than Professor Rudolf Wagner.
What was going on? Su Yun stood up doubtfully and looked at the screen.
The microcatheter was entering smoothly, as if the small arteries did not exist.
Not bad, Su Yun thought.
It was even higher than the standard he had displayed in the 912. This fellow also knew how to hide it. Su Yun was not unhappy, but he was a little gratified.
If he taught others how to do TIPS surgery step by step, he might have to face the consequences of teaching his disciple and starving to death.
Su Yun and Zheng Ren had discussed this matter.
From Zheng Ren's point of view, no matter how good the others were, they could only reach Su Yun's level. It was no big deal.
Su Yun was very angry, but he could not refute. Su Yun thought that praising himself while elevating Zheng Ren was a way of showing off.
Now that he looked at it … it really was the case.
What was the limit of this guy? Su Yun was also a little dazed. But then he smiled. The technique he displayed now should be Zheng Ren's limit.
This was forced out by Mayo Medical Center, and he occasionally had a flash of inspiration.
His guess was correct, but after a few casual glances, he fell silent.
The microcatheter in Zheng Ren's hand stopped at a strange position. It did not move forward or backward. It looked particularly absurd.
And here, the professor began to inject the embolic agent.
Why? Su Yun began to construct the three-dimensional structure of the patient's liver based on the image. Su Yun's brain was working furiously. The black hair on his forehead was pressed down by the sterile cap and could not help dissipate the heat. He felt a little distressed.
After an unknown period of time, Su Yun finally had a glimmer of understanding.
That's the perfect spot.
If it went any higher, it would embolize a lot of liver tissue that was not damaged. If he went any lower, the range of bleeding control would be smaller.
Could it be that this was the experience he had learned when he went to the Imperial Capital to save the day? Su Yun suddenly realized that Zheng Ren's surgery had not stopped while he was doing the construction. He turned a blind eye to the surgery and tried his best to figure out why.
After some time, Zheng Ren's surgery was already coming to an end.
Damn … Su Yun was shocked.
Their standards were so different? Impossible!
He raised his head in confusion and did not continue watching the surgery. Instead, he looked at Zheng Ren through the lead-lined glass.
With Professor Rudolf Wagner blocking the view, Su Yun could only see part of Zheng Ren's figure.
He was so focused and serious that his hands did not seem to be moving at all. He knew that this was a manifestation of the micro-guide wire and microcatheter being manipulated to an extremely meticulous level.
It turned out that the difference was really that big. Su Yun blew at the sterile cap that covered half of his hair. The black hair on his forehead could only flutter weakly a few times.
The entire console room was dead silent.
The doctor who had objected to Zheng Ren taking over the surgery was staring at the screen in shock. He was like a statue, motionless.
Su Yun knew that they were learning surgery.
'I thought about it for a long time to understand it, but you guys can understand it too?' Su Yun smiled, turned around, found a chair, and sat down casually.
If the surgery was done well, things would be easy in the future.
This was Mayo Clinic. There were as many patients as they wanted. There was no need to consider the source of patients, the beds, the doctors, and the care.
They could become the world's number one with a deep foundation. There was a reason for every first place. It was not something that could be achieved by luck.
The number of surgeries at Mayo Clinic was comparable to that of three to five Imperial Capital's Liver and Pancreatic Surgery.
Thinking of this, Su Yun felt at ease.
He had originally thought that it was an impossible task to complete the average number of Nobel Prize surgeries. Now, it seemed that it was possible to complete it.
'How lucky,' he sighed in his heart.
After sighing, Su Yun was stunned.
Lucky. Was Zheng Ren really that lucky? It was a smooth journey, and there weren't even any major twists and turns.
He laughed self-deprecatingly. Maybe it was, maybe it wasn't. Who knew? In any case, the most important thing now was to complete the number of surgeries for the Nobel Prize and promote the TIPS surgery. Everything else could be thought about later.
The surgery ended after 14 minutes and 23 seconds.
Just like the surgery to stop the bleeding for a pelvic fracture, the operation that took the longest time was not Zheng Ren's superselection, but the professor's embolization.
There was no technique to push the embolization drug. It was basically impossible to shorten the time.
In other words, this surgery had reached the limit of human beings.
After the hemostasis and embolization surgery was over, Zheng Ren took out the covered stent. It was extremely light and did not cause any side damage to the liver.
He then turned around and left the stage. The professor was in charge of all the final work.
When he walked out of the operating room, Zheng Ren realized that the gazes were not looking at him at all. Instead, they were staring at the screen.
'They must have been shocked by the peak-level interventional surgery,' Zheng Ren thought to himself. It was not just them. Even he was shocked.
It turned out that the difference between the Legend level and the peak-level was so huge that it could not be described with words.
If it was not because of the peak-level card, but if he really had this level, how good would that be?
Zheng Ren also sighed.
There was still some time left. Zheng Ren simply found a place to sit down, closed his eyes, and began to recall the various details of the surgery.
Vaguely, the transparent ceiling that was far from the peak began to loosen.
However, Zheng Ren did not feel it. He seized the time to keep the memory of the peak state in his mind and body. He wanted to let his muscles form a memory and see if it could help him with the interventional surgery.
In the System space, the skill tree of interventional surgery grew crazily. There was a faint sound of something shattering in the air.
The creaking sound made one's teeth ache.
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