Was it going to start just like that?
Dr. Smith's body trembled for a moment before he steadied himself. His hands were also very steady. He was no longer nervous and anxious, thinking about things that did not exist at all. He focused and immediately entered the operating state.
However, it was really painful to hit the radial process with the hemostatic forceps. Such a thought appeared in his mind.
Puncture, blind selection, stepping on the line, and determining the position.
With the sound of the hemostatic forceps, Dr. Smith's skill level continued to improve by leaps and bounds.
After all, he was the world's top interventional expert. He had already grasped and understood the key points of the new TIPS surgery. Coupled with the hemostatic forceps' beating and correction, Dr. Smith's progress was visible to the naked eye.
The first surgery was a little slow. It took about forty minutes to complete.
Of course, this was Zheng Ren's idea. Dr. Smith did not think so.
The moment he took out the guide wire and turned to leave the stage, he glanced at the time. 40 minutes. He could not contain his joy.
He had truly mastered the TIPS surgery!
All that was left was to keep practicing.
As long as he did more surgery and worked hard, the gap between everyone should not be too big.
"Pressure to stop the bleeding. Hurry up," Zheng Ren said indifferently without moving.
"…" Dr. Smith was stunned for a moment before he came to his senses. If he changed to an assistant, it would probably take 30 seconds to a minute.
Dr. Zheng looked very simple and easy to communicate with. However, when he was on the operating table, he became a different person.
He was full of dignity and unquestionable. Dr. Smith had no doubt that if he had any questions, he would have provoked infinite anger and violence.
He even had an illusion that his teacher, who had been dead for many years, had suddenly come back to life. His soul was attached to Dr. Zheng's body and he was teaching him surgical skills.
His teacher had a bad temper. It was more than bad. It could be said to be terrible.
If he was disobedient, he would probably kick him to the ground. As for using the hemostatic forceps to hit the radial process, he would not do that. He would only throw the hemostatic forceps at his own face.
Some of his habits were learned from his teacher. They were 'inherited'.
Dr. Smith did not refute and quickly stood back. However, he did not expect a solid shoulder to push him to the side.
"Your surgical gown is contaminated. Let's go to the next one." Zheng Ren went to apply pressure to stop the bleeding.
Dr. Smith stood to the side, feeling very nervous. Was this the calm before the storm? Would he suffer even more setbacks in the next surgery? Or would he even suffer a critical hit?
Outside the operating theater, Su Yun and Lil Fugui were chatting. What happened in the operating room had nothing to do with them.
Feng Xuhui, on the other hand, was nervously counting the consumables he had brought.
Less than thirty sets was already the limit.
Moreover, before these medical supplies could be boarded on the plane, it was Department Chief Kong who had helped with the procedures and temporary records. If he ran on his own, he wouldn't even be able to reach Mayo.
However, thirty sets of consumables, which were worth hundreds of thousands of yuan, did not seem to be enough.
He could only pray that his colleagues from the overseas department would arrive as soon as possible.
It seemed that … he should also have an assistant, Feng Xuhui thought nervously. Suddenly, such a thought appeared in his mind.
Now, he was the gold medal manager of Changfeng Microinvasive Surgery. With the consumables in his hands, based on this month's calculation, annual sales would definitely exceed 50 million yuan.
If Boss Zheng succeeded in encircling the land, 100 million yuan of sales a year would be within reach. As for more, with Feng Xuhui's understanding of the world, he didn't dare to think about it for now.
Unknowingly, he could become a gold medal manager with annual sales of 100 million yuan. Even Feng Xuhui himself couldn't believe it.
Doctor Jack stood in the operating room and looked inside through the lead-lined glass. He had long been scared to death.
Doctor Zheng looked particularly kind, humble, and elegant like a noble.
However, once he boarded the operating table, even through the thick lead plate and lead-lined glass, Doctor Jack could still feel the suffocating pressure.
Before the surgery began, the hemostatic forceps hit the radial process of Doctor Smith, who was known for his bad temper.
When he saw this scene, Doctor Jack's mind was filled with the image of a fight in the operating room before the surgery was performed.
Although they had signed the agreement before the surgery, who would have thought that they would really use the hemostatic forceps to hit the patient?
Doctor Jack was scared out of his wits.
However, the fight that he had imagined and the quarrel that did not have the temperament of a doctor at all did not happen at all. Doctor Smith was as obedient as a little sheep. Under the beating of the hemostatic forceps, he began the surgery.
Although the sound of the beating could not be heard, Doctor Jack and the other doctors imagined it.
It was really scary. The surgery ended with everyone trembling in fear. Everyone was afraid that Doctor Smith would lose his patience and the two of them would punch each other on the operating table.
However, Doctor Smith remained docile until the surgery ended, showing no signs of exploding.
The image on the screen froze. Under the beating of the hemostatic forceps, the two stents overlapped almost perfectly. The surgery was a great success.
Just as they were about to cheer, Doctor Smith turned around and left the operating room. He was stunned for a moment before being knocked away …
'This time, he should be angry,' Doctor Jack thought worriedly.
Once, when he was working with Doctor Smith, he had made a mistake and dropped the hemostatic forceps on the radiographic film viewer.
Doctor Jack could not forget the sharp sound of metal hitting glass.
Unfortunately, his judgment was wrong once again.
Doctor Smith was like a child who had made a mistake. He raised his hand in front of his chest and stared blankly at Zheng Ren, who was treating the patient's wound.
What was going on?
The doctors in the operating room were dumbfounded. No one knew what had happened. Even the doctor who was supposed to go in and take over Doctor Smith stood at the side and watched in a daze. He had completely forgotten what he was supposed to do.
It was not until Zheng Ren's voice came through the intercom that everyone snapped out of their daze. They rushed in to lift the patient and send the next one in.
"The surgery was not well coordinated." Zheng Ren's words were like a pair of hemostatic forceps, whistling in Doctor Smith's ears.
However, this time, the pain was not in the radial process but in his cheek.
Doctor Smith felt his old face hurt a little and a little hot.
How was this the world's number one Mayo Clinic? It was worse than a community hospital! He was a little angry but with Zheng Ren beside him, he thought about it and did not dare to shout. He only glared fiercely at the assistant and whispered a few words.
After that, everything returned to normal.
The patient was transported and the surgery was on track.
The surgery was also carried out quickly. Doctor Smith was as excited as a child. If he was not on the operating table, he would have been dancing and even popping champagne to celebrate.
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