"Is it a double kidney surgery?" Dr. Charles was very dissatisfied with Brock Lesner's performance.
"Yes, yes," Brock Lesner answered hurriedly.
Dr. Charles did not leave. He returned to his seat and continued to watch the surgery. Although he was old, his back was still straight.
Brock Lesner's heart was filled with mixed emotions. He did not want anything to happen to the doctor, but he also wanted him to leave immediately.
God knew if he would be dissatisfied if he stayed and if his project team's funding would be cut off.
The old man looked down on interventional surgery. D * mn it. How could those idiots who did interventional surgery make such a big mistake? Brock cursed in his heart.
This was a very confusing matter.
However, there was no other way. Dr. Charles had already sat down. He could not just kick him out. If that was the case, he would really be digging his own grave.
The surgery was still ongoing. Professor Rudolf Wagner's renal artery stenting surgery was flawless, be it the technique, the positioning, or every little detail.
However, the stent surgery was ignored.
The scene switched back to the surgery. The surgeon had already started washing. After making sure there was no active bleeding, the incision was closed.
After one side was done, the other side was next.
During this period, the surgeon and his assistant had to change the patient's position, re-disinfect, lay out the drapes and dress, so it was a rare moment of leisure.
"Brock, what's the origin of the surgeon inside?" Dr. Charles suddenly asked.
Brock Lesner hurriedly bent down and replied respectfully in Dr. Charles' ear, "Doctor, yes. He's Doctor Zheng, nominated for this year's Nobel Prize in Medicine. He improved the TIPS surgery with Rudolf Wagner from Heidelberg. "
"Interventional surgery has no future," Dr. Charles said stubbornly.
The smile on Brock Lesner's face froze. It was so awkward, but he could not refute it. This kind of thing … was really frustrating.
But what could he do? Nothing at all.
It wasn't easy for Dr. Charles to say a few words to him in a pleasant manner.
"I think the surgeon is young," Dr. Charles asked.
Brock Lesner immediately waved his hand. His assistant understood and hurriedly went to retrieve the information and handed it to him.
"He's from China, 29 years old. I used to be a surgeon in a small hospital in Huaxia, and I only became known to the world at the end of last year because of the prostate interventional embolization. "Brock Lesner was a little proud as he spoke.
Look, he was a nobody when he was a surgeon. Only by doing interventional surgery could he gain the recognition of the world. How could he say that interventional surgery had no future?
"Yes." Dr. Charles nodded and didn't think too much about the hidden meaning behind Brock Lesner's words. His attention was completely focused on Zheng Ren, thinking about this young man.
The surgery was done very well. How could he not be famous?
Professor Charles was able to judge Zheng Ren's surgical skills from the time he saw him dissect an animal's liver in the surgical demonstration classroom.
When he came here and performed microsurgery with a fifty-fold magnification microscope, he was not bothered by this.
Dr. Charles knew that every increase in microsurgery would cause great trouble to the surgeon. The higher the multiplier, the better. It would definitely take a lot of time to get used to it. He originally thought that if Zheng Ren was not used to it, he would have to change back to a normal microscope.
Unexpectedly, the surgeon did not refuse at all. Instead, he calmly put on the fifty-fold magnification microscope and began the surgery.
As for the surgery … Now that he looked back, even if he went on stage, he would probably make a huge mistake, causing the surgery to fail.
Those difficulties did not seem to be a problem at all for this young doctor. He calmly cut off the part that was easily confused and then found the real renal sympathetic nerve.
This kind of outstanding surgical talent and keen intuition made people sigh in admiration.
Even Dr. Charles, who was known as a genius, was amazed.
He was really powerful. The key was that he was still so young. His future was limitless.
Suddenly, Dr. Charles remembered that he had forgotten something.
"Nominated for this year's Nobel Prize?" Dr. Charles asked.
"Yes, it's said that Dr. Mehar from the Karolinska Medical Institute of Stockholm Medical University gave the nomination," Brock Lesner replied in a low voice.
He kept bending his back, and his lumbar spine was a little uncomfortable. However, it was better to suffer his lumbar spine than to anger Dr. Charles.
He felt that his performance just now was very rude. Now, he could only do some remedial work.
Brock Lesner persisted. He kept bending his back and stood beside Dr. Charles respectfully to answer his questions.
"Doesn't he know that the Nobel Prize discriminates against surgical methods? Mehar … Mehar seemed to have had a consultation at the heart center last year. I read the report and it said that his life could only be maintained for less than a year. "Dr. Charles began to recall.
"Yes." Brock Lesner immediately said, "Dr. Mehar's three coronary arteries were blocked last year and he was already at the end of his life. However, Doctor Zheng happened to go to Sweden at that time and wanted to work hard for the Nobel Prize. "
"And then?"
"Dr. Mehar had a cardiac arrest. After his resuscitation, he survived. Later, with Mrs. Mehar's permission, Doctor Zheng performed an interventional surgery for Dr. Mehar's coronary artery. "
Interventional surgery, it was another f * cking interventional surgery!
"I've seen that radiographic film. Mehar's physical condition can't withstand the coronary artery bypass surgery," Charles recalled the situation at that time and said in disbelief.
"Doctor, it's an interventional surgery. It's said to be a coronary artery abrasion technique. After the surgery, Dr. Mehar recovered and is preparing to go to Huaxia in the near future to find this doctor for the second-stage surgery, "Brock Lesner said happily.
Interventional surgery had no future?
If it really had no future, Dr. Mehar would have been finished long ago!
Dr. Charles began to think calmly. At this time, the preparations for the surgery had been completed. The surgery to strip off the opposite kidney began.
He stopped thinking about other things and began to watch the surgery seriously.
On the big screen, the surgery was displayed in front of Dr. Charles. The surgery was still very stable, very accurate, and not too fast.
The process of the surgery was the same, but he did not find it boring.
The process of stripping and finding the renal sympathetic nerve was the essence of the entire surgery. Dr. Charles watched attentively.
Brock Lesner realized that the doctor's fingers were moving slightly, as if he was the one carrying a microscope and standing on the operating table to perform the surgery.
Thirty-two minutes later, the renal artery stent was inserted. The patient's vital signs were stable and the entire surgery process was over.
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