With Su Yun's temper, other than some respected chief physicians, he rarely spoiled anyone. It was the same even in the Mayo Clinic.
After a series of arguments, the surgery was finally started with the consent of the big boss, Brock Lesner.
Brock Lesner was in charge of this project. He was very worried about the progress of the overall project. It could even be said that he was anxious.
The project had obviously entered a dead end, especially when the patient in front of him had complicated complications. In a sense, the project could be declared a failure and the project team could be disbanded.
However, once the project team was disbanded, Brock Lesner would face a stain of failure on his resume. He would never be able to get any more sponsorships in the future.
That kind of life was gloomy and had no future. Brock Lesner did not want that.
Originally, he was just trying his luck and sent out consultations to many experts and professors around the world. However, in the end, the only one who had a clear solution was this Huaxia doctor — Zheng Ren.
Brock Lesner also hesitated for a long time.
However, the project team could not find the source of the patient's stubborn hypertension after radiofrequency ablation. They wanted to push it further, but there was no good solution. Not only was there no good way, but there was also only one option — surgical treatment.
After hesitating for a long time, until Zheng Ren agreed to come to the surgery, Brock Lesner still could not make up his mind.
However, in the end, he still agreed.
Although Zheng Ren's diagnosis sounded like a fantasy, this was the only solution. Moreover, because Zheng Ren's project had been nominated for the Nobel Prize, he could be considered a doctor with a certain status in the medical world. He was not the kind of person who was unknown and spoke nonsense based on random judgment.
Therefore, Brock Lesner could only agree to give it a try.
After signing the agreement, they prepared for the surgery.
The laboratory was equipped with an operating theater. The overall environment and conditions were even much better than the operating theaters of ordinary hospitals.
They could be pushed from one room to another. Zheng Ren was also very envious of this.
If he had such an environment in the 912, would the number of surgeries increase by a lot? 3,000 successful TIPS surgeries did not seem to be a problem, Zheng Ren thought.
There was no need to go through so much trouble like now, sowing seeds everywhere. Instead, he only needed to do it himself. It was too easy to perform more than ten surgeries a day.
"Boss, be careful," Su Yun whispered as he scrubbed his hands.
"Yes, I will." Zheng Ren only took it as a regular reminder from Su Yun and did not care much.
"I think this project team is about to be suspended. If they really don't do well, they might have to take the blame." Su Yun voiced out his guess. "It might even affect the Nobel Prize project."
"Yes." Zheng Ren knew what was going on, but it did not affect his approval of Su Yun's judgment. He nodded cautiously and returned to the operating theater with his hand raised.
Su Yun began to disinfect while Zheng Ren laid out the sterile sheet. The two of them cooperated very well.
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Brock Lesnar did not enter the operating room.
In the Mayo Clinic, it was very impolite to enter the operating theater to observe a surgery. Besides, there was no need for that.
A 360-degree surgical field with no dead angles appeared on the huge screen. He sat on the chair, feeling nervous.
Although this was a way to solve the problem, if the surgery failed, what should the project team do next?
Announce the failure of radiofrequency ablation of nephrogenic hypertension?
For Brock Lesner, this was like purgatory. He couldn't accept it at all.
At this moment, he began to feel a little regretful.
The big screen was divided into four parts. Every detail of the surgery would be displayed from different angles.
After general anesthesia and disinfection were completed, the surgery began.
Without thinking, the scalpel made a cut.
Brock Lesnar's heart suddenly tightened. His waist hurt faintly as if the knife was not cutting on the patient's body but his own.
A small amount of blood was bled. After electrocautery to stop the bleeding, blunt dissection was performed. The layers of tissue structure were very clear and clear. Although he was not a surgeon, Brock Lesnar could understand it.
At this moment, someone walked in.
The slight noise caused Brock Lesner to feel annoyed.
"Quiet!" Brock Lesnar said angrily. His eyes did not even move away from the screen. He kept staring at the surgery process.
"Is that the Huaxia doctor performing the surgery?" As the big boss here, Brock Lesnar was very dissatisfied. He had already said to be quiet. Why was there still someone talking?!
Just as he was about to scold the person who spoke, he suddenly felt that the voice was very familiar, evoking the fear in the depths of his heart.
It was him!
Brock Lesnar was stunned for a moment before he stood up. Because he stood too quickly, the chair with its wheels suddenly moved backward, and he almost fell.
"Dr. Charles, why are you here?" Brock Lesnar squeezed out a smile, trying to ease the awkward atmosphere after he had just scolded the old man.
"Do we still need to watch you put down stents and perform interventional surgery to watch a surgery?" Dr. Charles Moore said indifferently.
His discrimination against interventional surgery was deep-rooted. Everyone here knew it. Brock Lesnar's legs had already begun to tremble.
The investor who had invested in him was a medical consumables company. The head office above the company had a very close relationship with Dr. Charles Moore.
One word from him and the entire project team would vanish into thin air.
Brock Lesnar finally could not suppress the fear in his heart. His legs were trembling so much that he could not stand steadily. It was over. Why was Dr. Charles here? His laboratory was in the basic laboratory building at the back. It was very far from here. Moreover, he had a deep-rooted discrimination against interventional surgery. He should not have come at all.
Charles Morgan did not pay attention to Brock Lesnar. Instead, he sat in the chair in the middle and began to watch the surgery.
The surgery was done very quickly and very steadily. Dr. Charles Moore just watched silently. Until he saw the kidney, it was only a conventional surgery.
Even so, Dr. Charles still watched with relish.
It was not a major surgery that could show the surgeon's skills. He could still show exquisite skills from some ordinary and ordinary operations.
There was not much bleeding. Most of the operations were blunt dissection, which minimized the damage to the patient and allowed him to recover the fastest after the surgery.
The surgeon was extremely skilled in blunt dissection, avoiding most of the blood vessels. Occasionally, some small capillaries would rupture, and they were immediately coagulated by electric cauterization. The surgical field was clean.
After seeing the kidney, the surgeon began to dissociate the surrounding connective tissue.
Brock Lesnar stood to the side, not even daring to sit down.
Now was the part that he was most concerned about and most puzzled about. When he saw the narrowed segment of the renal artery, Dr. Charles Moore suddenly said, "Is this the minimally invasive interventional surgery? Burn the internal organs into a ball! "
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