The renal artery stenosis was obvious, and the connective tissue adhesion was serious. Brock Lesner knew that this was a complication of radiofrequency ablation.
It was not that Dr. Charles Moore was being picky, but the radiofrequency ablation this time was indeed done poorly for some unknown reason.
Brock Lesner had never understood why radiofrequency ablation of the renal sympathetic nerve would cause renal artery stenosis.
Of course, he could treat it as a coincidence.
However, Dr. Charles had raised doubts. This was troublesome.
Brock Lesner wanted to explain, but he did not know how to say it. Could he say … Forget it. The more he explained, the worse it would be. It was better not to say anything.
From a basic knowledge point of view, Brock Lesner knew that he was countless times better than the average doctor, but in front of Dr. Charles, it was not enough.
Afraid that he would be scolded, the doctor disbanded his project team with a phone call.
He was very confused. His project had nothing to do with Dr. Charles Moore. Why was he here to observe the surgery? It was a terrible day. It could not get any worse.
On the big screen, the surgery finally slowed down.
It wasn't as bold and decisive as it was in the beginning, slicing and dissecting. The surgeon called out and the nurse put a microscope on him.
If Dr. Charles had not come, Brock Lesner would have rushed into the operating room to ask about the situation.
Why was there a microscope? This kind of surgery did not need such equipment at all!
But now, Brock Lesner could only suppress the anxiety and doubts in his heart and endure the surgery.
"Why isn't the surgical field under the microscope?" Dr. Charles Moore suddenly asked.
"Dr. Charles, the microscope was brought by the surgeon himself. It's an old model and can't transmit signals," Brock explained.
"Tell the surgeon to stop the surgery temporarily," Dr. Charles said. Dr. Charles said, "I have the latest microscope in my cabinet. Mike, go and get it."
Dr. Charles' assistant immediately turned around and trotted away.
Brock Lesner hurried into the operating room and said, "Doctor Zheng, please stop the surgery."
Zheng Ren raised his head in confusion and looked at Brock with a puzzled expression.
"Dr. Charles is observing the surgery. He wants to see the surgical field under the microscope," Brock said.
"Who is Charles?" Zheng Ren asked as he lowered his head and prepared to start the surgery again. In his opinion, it did not matter who watched the surgery.
"Boss, it's the old man you just dissected." Su Yun said, "A doctor who once stood at the peak of surgery. After that, he engaged in basic research and won the Nobel Prize in Biology because of the nucleic acid project."
Zheng Ren's hand paused. He hesitated for a second before stopping the surgery.
He had won the Nobel Prize before, but the exchange just now seemed to have improved his surgical skills.
Zheng Ren respected the old man very much.
Since he said so, it didn't matter if they waited for a few minutes.
A warm saline gauze was placed over the operative field. Brock asked softly, "Doctor Zheng, why is there renal artery stenosis?"
"It's the wrong frequency of the radiofrequency," Zheng Ren said. "That's why the renal artery narrowed."
"…" Brock was stunned for a moment before he became furious. He wanted to refute and berate the young doctor who had basically denied his efforts, but he immediately remembered that Dr. Charles was still outside.
These words must not be heard by Dr. Charles, or the consequences would be unimaginable.
He wanted to say a few words, but he couldn't form any words. Moreover, because of Zheng Ren's words just now, his heart was filled with anger at Zheng Ren.
Soon, Dr. Charles's assistant ran back and handed the surgical microscope to the nurse.
After connecting the signal and adjusting it, the nurse put it on Zheng Ren.
The 50x magnification microscope was many times sharper than the ordinary ones Zheng Ren had purchased from the System.
Zheng Ren sighed as he looked at his field of vision through the microscope.
It seemed that he still had to spend a certain amount of surgical training to get used to this microscope.
Different instruments would have different effects on the surgeon. The microscope was equivalent to the surgeon's eyes. It was as important as the surgeon's hands. It was impossible to get used to it without spending time.
However, the difficulty exceeded Zheng Ren's expectations.
After 'wasting' 28 hours of surgical training, Zheng Ren finally mastered the usage of Professor Charles's 50x magnification microscope.
This was considered fast. If it had been a doctor of lesser skill, they would probably never be able to perform surgery with such a high magnification microscope for the rest of their lives.
The 28-hour continuous microsurgery training had overheated the vestibular nerves in Zheng Ren's brain. He really wanted to take a break now.
However, there were benefits to his hard work — the surgical completion rate had increased from 98% to 100%. In other words, with this kind of high magnification microscope, if the surgeon's skill level was good enough, he could perform the surgery to its fullest.
Although 28 hours had passed in Zheng Ren's place and the world had changed, it was still the same as before. In reality, Brock Lesnar had just turned around and was about to leave. Su Yun was still looking at the 50x magnification microscope curiously, wondering if he could use it to anastomose the small arteries in the heart.
The surgery began again.
The surgical process was broadcasted on the big screen, showing the surgical field under the microscope.
The thick renal artery was red on one side, and the white fibrous strips looked like some PVC pipes.
The familiar anatomical structure had completely changed under the magnification of the microscope.
Dr. Charles was curious. Although this magnification could improve the quality of the surgery, whether the surgeon could use it or not was another matter.
If it could, it would prove that the surgeon's surgical skills were very high and could reach his current level.
However, Dr. Charles was confident that he could not compare to his previous skills.
His previous surgeries were the best in the world, second to none! This was the case even now and in the foreseeable future.
The surgery continued.
Under the 50x magnification microscope, all the anatomical structures were magnified. Even the slightest movement of the forceps could shift the entire surgical field.
However, the microscopic hemostatic forceps remained stable in the microscopic surgical field. Every step of the operation was clear and precise. It was still a blunt dissection. The movements were gentle, and there was almost no surgical damage.
This was simply too incredible. Dr. Charles was also confused as he continued to watch.
He could not perform this kind of surgery in his current state. After all, he was already in his seventies. His hands could not maintain such stability.
However, could he have done it when he was young?
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