Half an hour later, Zheng Ren finally completed the dissection of the left half of the liver. Combined with the MRI, he found the exact location.
The puncture kit was in the portal vein. The once puzzling and elusive point was now clear. One could see where it was at a glance and how to find it in the future.
"That's basically it. If there are still problems with the second-stage surgery, you can only remove one stent. Just pay more attention to the patient's hepatic encephalopathy after the surgery," Zheng Ren added.
Clap clap clap! Applause rang out.
At first, only one person applauded. It sounded like a light drizzle on the roof, with a hint of autumn.
But then, more and more applause rang out.
Zheng Ren stood on the podium, puzzled at first. He did not expect anyone to applaud him. He smiled shyly, like the boy next door.
Dr. Charles Moore was the first to applaud. He stood up and looked at the young man in front of him, his eyes filled with faint admiration.
He was not an interventional doctor but he could understand anatomy.
On the podium, the left half of the animal liver in the white sterile plate had been removed bit by bit, leaving only the fibrous structure of the arteries and veins.
Dr. Charles Moore knew that a person who could dissect to such an extent was also very skilled in surgery. He saw a shadow of himself in this young man.
Genius, smart, and as if blessed by the heavens, his hands were full of spirituality.
The applause in the surgical demonstration room lasted for a minute and gradually died down as Dr. Charles Moore walked to the podium.
Everyone in the TIPS surgery field, including Dr. Smith, understood how the surgery should be done.
It was only a piece of paper away from success. They would understand once it was pierced.
At this moment, some people were even eager to start the surgery.
"Dr. Smith, when the equipment is delivered, I'll teach the surgery," Zheng Ren said softly. "There are still a few key points to understand."
Dr. Smith nodded.
"Young man, this is one of the most exciting dissections I've ever seen." Dr. Charles Moore smiled and said, "Are you a doctor from Huaxia?"
"Yes."
"Interventional surgery has many limitations and no future. I think with your skills, it's better to focus all your attention on hepatobiliary and pancreatic surgery," Dr. Charles Moore said.
The entire surgical demonstration room was silent.
Everyone in Mayo Clinic knew that Professor Charles Moore discriminated against interventional surgery. Therefore, when he first came in, Dr. Smith was sweating profusely, afraid that the old man would scold him and chase him away.
Sure enough, after the applause, Dr. Charles Moore really put forward his own point of view. He was optimistic about Zheng Ren's anatomical skills, not his skills in TIPS surgery.
Zheng Ren glanced at Dr. Charles Moore. The System panel was slightly red, but the red color was not strong. The diagnosis was extremely rare — coronary artery ectasia.
Under normal circumstances, coronary heart disease is a disease caused by coronary artery stenosis and insufficient blood supply to the heart muscle.
However, coronary artery dilation would also cause persistent symptoms of angina pectoris, and it was extremely easy for aneurysms to occur, leading to sudden death.
However, it was not very serious. Zheng Ren smiled and ignored Professor Charles Moore's words.
"There are a few small problems with your autopsy." Dr. Charles Moore walked to Zheng Ren's side, picked up the scalpel, and pointed it at the hepatic vein.
"Here you move your hand to the left. If it's a normal surgery, there's … "
Zheng Ren immediately made an explanation. He picked up a pair of hemostatic forceps and began to review the autopsy with Dr. Charles Moore.
As if there was no one else around, perhaps it could describe the two of them.
Su Yun sat on the chair in the demonstration room, feeling uneasy.
Was his boss really that strong? He had asked himself this question countless times, but for various reasons, the answer was that as long as he worked hard, he would soon be able to catch up to him.
However, in Mayo, in front of the legendary Dr. Charles Moore, the boss still did not lose out in talking about anatomy.
The three-dimensional anatomical structure of the liver appeared in Su Yun's mind. He could understand the questions the two of them discussed. However, as the dissection deepened, and Dr. Charles Moore did not agree with the division of the liver into eight sections, the discussion turned into a fierce argument.
The theory of the eight sections of the liver originated from Old Wu, the founder of the Department of Hepatobiliary and Pancreatic Surgery. At that time, the theory he proposed was five leaves and four sections. Later, it was perfected and subdivided into five leaves and eight sections.
Ever since Zheng Ren came into contact with the general surgery department, he had learned five leaves and eight sections of the liver. This was also one of his basic understandings of the liver and gallbladder. Even the System did not raise any objections.
Therefore, in the face of Dr. Charles Moore's doubts and differences in communication, Zheng Ren did not endure or retreat. Instead, he directly retaliated.
Watching the two of them begin to dissect the right half of the liver, that extremely shocking technique. Half of the liver, two pairs of hands, two knives, while dissecting, they discussed and argued intensely. A rare seriousness gradually appeared on Su Yun's face.
The level of anatomy could be seen as the foundation of the level of surgery. Back then, Old Wu had personally made more than 100 specimens of the local anatomy of the liver before he created the theory of five leaves and four sections.
And now …
He was not excited, nor did he sigh. He just watched quietly.
Zheng Ren's mood had just calmed down, but it gradually became excited again.
The TIPS surgery method that he had talked about previously, with the cooperation of luxurious medical supplies, had already increased his excitement. Then, Dr. Charles Moore began to ask questions, and Zheng Ren answered them one by one.
Dr. Charles Moore's level was so high that it was eye-catching. Especially in terms of dissection technique, it was very different from the technique that Zheng Ren had learned.
It was not that who was better or worse, but that there were two different schools of anatomy and surgical methods.
Zheng Ren answered Professor Charles Moore's questions with his dissection while learning desperately.
In the System space, he could only figure it out by himself.
Zheng Ren had staggered to the level of a Legend in the General Surgery Department. The road ahead was extremely bumpy, and he just happened to need the guidance and collision of ideas from a top surgeon.
The sparks of this collision were very precious, illuminating the road ahead.
Dr. Charles Moore also felt happy. He had not operated in many years, and the feeling of holding a scalpel was really very happy.
As he was dissecting, he suddenly felt a little uncomfortable. He sighed and could only put down the scalpel and reach out his hand. The assistant beside him took out medicine and a bottle of water and handed them to him.
Stunned for a moment, Zheng Ren asked gently, "Did you take warfarin and painkillers?"
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