This level of skill was not bad. Dr. Charles watched quietly.
The surgical field was so familiar. If he were the one doing it … As he watched, he imagined what he would do if he were the one doing the surgery.
Although his thinking was slightly different, he could always solve the problem.
Starting from the thoracolumbar vertebrae, the surrounding tissues of the renal sympathetic nerve were clearly separated. The anatomical structure was clear and unhurried. Dr. Charles felt relaxed and happy as he watched.
Gradually, the sympathetic nerve began to accompany the renal artery and appeared near the outer membrane of the blood vessel.
The outer membrane of the blood vessel did not affect the blood vessel itself. It was only a hair's breadth away, but the blood vessel was not affected at all.
Soon, the surgical field followed the sympathetic nerve to the narrowed segment of the kidney.
This was the focus of the entire surgery.
When he saw this, Dr. Brock Lesner gradually realized that Zheng Ren's diagnosis seemed to be correct.
No matter how much he wanted to deny it, he could only helplessly admit that there was indeed a problem with the radiofrequency ablation.
Unlike his previous conjectures, this was a surgical operation that could directly observe the patient's physiological and anatomical structure.
If there was anything that could convince people, dissection was definitely the most intuitive.
Seeing the renal sympathetic nerve plunge into the narrowed segment of the renal artery, Dr. Brock Lesner's heart was in his throat.
This was the problem. No wonder the patient's blood pressure continued to rise after the renal artery stent was placed, accompanied by various heart diseases.
This proved that the RDN surgery to remove the renal sympathetic nerve had failed.
The renal sympathetic nerve still existed, and because of the relatively hard scar tissue in the narrowed segment of the renal artery, the renal sympathetic nerve was compressed after the renal artery was propped open by the stent, resulting in all the subsequent symptoms.
The research on RDN had failed … The more Dr. Brock Lesner watched, the more depressed he became.
It was no longer a guess. He had seen it 'with his own eyes'. This was something that could not be refuted, and there was no way to refute.
That was not the main point. Brock really could not understand why this situation had happened.
All that was left was the success or failure of the surgery. Dr. Brock Lesner did not care much about this.
He stood dejectedly at the side. The lights on the big screen flickered, reflecting on his face.
The other doctors also gradually realized this. It was supposed to be a very exciting surgery. The doctors who were researching on RDN wanted to grab something and smash the screen to vent their anger.
No one wanted to fail, especially researchers.
In a sense, a failure could mean a lifetime of hard work going down the drain. It was hard to say if there would be new projects in the future or what role he would play in the new project team.
It could be said that his future was bleak.
Although they were thinking about a lot of things in their hearts, the surgery on the screen was like a natural law that was not affected by human will. It was carried out unhurriedly.
A seemingly thick sympathetic nerve had already been separated. Dr. Charles knew that the surgery was basically a success.
Although he did not like interventional surgery and the surgeon who performed this surgery was an interventional surgeon, it did not affect his appreciation for such a perfect surgery.
To Dr. Charles, this surgery was a work of art. A flawless work of art!
This was a classic textbook surgery. The surgeon's skills and techniques were close to his peak.
Dr. Charles gave him an appreciative look. When the kidney sympathetic nerve, which looked very thick under a fifty-fold microscope, was separated, he stood up.
"After the surgery, ask this doctor to come to my laboratory and look for me," Professor Charles said. "Also, make a copy of the surgery video for me."
Dr. Brock Lesner nodded repeatedly, not daring to raise a question.
As long as he could send him away, Brock was willing to do anything.
However, just as Dr. Charles was about to turn around, a sudden change occurred.
On the screen, a black shadow shrouded almost half of the screen as if the sky had collapsed.
Dr. Charles was stunned. His body trembled slightly and he looked over with a frown.
The hemostatic forceps looked so thick under a fifty-fold microscope, like a black dragon. It roared and bit on the kidney sympathetic nerve that had just separated.
Uh …
Everyone present was stunned. Dr. Charles raised his hand and pointed at the screen, trembling. They could feel that the old man was so angry that he could not even speak.
This surgery was supposed to be a flawless work of art, but because of the surgeon's reckless operation, it was all ruined!
All ruined! Dr. Charles was so angry that he was speechless.
Brock was afraid that something would happen to Dr. Charles in his laboratory. After all, the old man had a weak heart. If he died in his laboratory, it would be difficult for him to stay in Mayo Clinic, let alone for the project.
In fact, it would not be a big deal if he could stay in Mayo Clinic in the future.
He quickly held Dr. Charles and tried to speak as softly as possible, but before he could speak, Dr. Charles shook his hand off forcefully.
Although the old man was old and did not have much strength left, Brock did not dare to use force.
"Nonsense!" Dr. Charles said angrily. He was so angry that the veins on the back of his forehead and hand were bulging.
Brock was scared out of his wits. The old man's blood pressure was soaring. Something bad was about to happen.
This d * mn guy! Brock cursed in his heart and quickly held Dr. Charles, afraid that his body would go limp and fall into his arms.
If something happened, he would be sent away immediately. At the very least, he would be sent to the ICU. No matter what, he could not die in his own laboratory.
However, in the next second, Dr. Charles's angry expression froze. His arm stiffened and he pointed at the big screen, motionless.
Dr. Brock Lesnar's heart sank.
'Oh no, this is a cerebral infarction … or maybe a cerebral hemorrhage.'
Brock Lesner's hand, which was supporting Dr. Charles, began to tremble. He wanted to control himself. His mind was quickly thinking about which department to send the doctor to.
'I must send him away, I must send him away.' Brock tried hard to control his nervousness, but his body had become stiff like a puppet. He could not move at all.
Brock could vaguely hear the creaking of his joints. It was so loud and ear-piercing.
He must not let Dr. Charles fall. He had to support him.
A few seconds later, a voice reached Brock's ears. "Is there a problem with the ECG monitoring?"
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