"There's no other way. You have to start as soon as possible, but don't be nervous. I'll cooperate with you." Zheng Ren smiled and began the femoral artery cannulation.
The professor's emotions were still unsettled. He glanced at the distance between Zheng Ren and the screen. It was hard to imagine how Zheng Ren would be able to see the image on the screen.
The hemostatic forceps hit the professor's styloid process.
"Focus. It's an emergency surgery," Zheng Ren said coldly as the smile on his face disappeared.
Standing on the operating table, Zheng Ren was like a machine, completely emotionless. The gentleness and honesty he had displayed under the operating table was nowhere to be seen.
The professor immediately realized that his boss had finished the cannulation. He looked down and was sweating profusely. His guess was right. The boss had finished the cannulation and was inserting the guide wire.
He quickly began the cannulation of the right femoral artery.
The surgery had officially begun.
Professor Gade Muller stood outside, looking through the lead-lined glass at the surgery he had never seen before. Double surgeons … He was in a daze.
Double surgeons … How was this surgery supposed to be done?
Also, the young man standing opposite Professor Rudolf Wagner looked very confident, as steady as the Alps.
He could not even see the image. Where did his confidence come from? Professor Gade Muller could not figure it out.
He looked at the two people in the operating room in silence. They seemed to be discussing something. Without hesitation, the hemostatic forceps hit Professor Rudolf Wagner's styloid process!
The corner of Professor Gade Muller's eye twitched. It was like throwing a stone into a pond, creating countless ripples. The ripples spread across Gade Muller's face layer by layer.
It was really a teaching surgery!
Wouldn't Rudolf Wagner be angry? He had a bad temper. In Professor Gade Muller's imagination, he would not be happy if he was hit by the forceps, let alone Rudolf.
However, he saw something he would never forget for the rest of his life.
Rudolf Wagner, who had once been like a lion, was now as docile as a lamb. He seemed to be apologizing and then began the cannulation.
If he had not seen it with his own eyes, Professor Gade Muller would not have believed it.
My God, is that Rudolph who is undergoing surgery the same Rudolph I know? Rudolph, who had always been known for his temper and arrogance, would lower his noble head like a sheep?
After the blind selection, Professor Rudolf Wagner began to step on the line. The screen in the control room lit up. Professor Gade Muller lowered his head and began to look at the operation carefully.
The guide wire's position was perfect!
Whether it was Professor Rudolf Wagner or the young Chinese doctor, the blind selection was almost flawless. If there was a problem, Rudolf's blind selection seemed to be a few centimeters off.
Wait, Rudolph's blind selection was off by a few centimeters, while the young doctor's blind selection was flawless!
Professor Gade Muller looked carefully, wanting to find fault and prove that his level was actually not worse than Rudolf's.
But as he looked at the screen, he suddenly thought of a possibility that he had never thought of before — that his skill level was actually lower than Rudolf Wagner's. As for that young doctor … he could not be compared to him at all.
This was simply inconceivable!
It must be a fluke, thought Professor Gerd Muller.
Professor Gade Muller couldn't think of a better reason besides being lucky and being favored by God and Lady Luck.
The surgery continued while he was still in a daze.
Soon, it was near the difficult point that Zheng Ren had mentioned.
Rudolf Wagner was manipulating the guide wire, preparing to penetrate the inner membrane between the true and false lumen.
His hands were trembling. This was an important step.
The inner membrane was tough and slippery, so it would be fine to use a hard needle. However, he was manipulating a 95-centimeter guide wire. Penetrating the inner membrane was almost impossible in the professor's opinion.
"Wrist, pay attention to the direction," Zheng Ren said calmly. "Up, about 15 degrees."
Professor Rudolf Wagner subconsciously adjusted the angle of his wrist according to Zheng Ren's instructions. What followed was a slight change in the angle of the hard guide wire at 95 degrees outward.
Zheng Ren glanced at the screen. It was on his left shoulder.
"Lower your wrist a little more.
"Yes, the third quadrant, 6 degrees.
"Okay, here. Push harder!"
Professor Rudolf Wagner became a robot, one that obeyed Zheng Ren's instructions.
The moment the guide wire penetrated the inner membrane, the feeling of air being torn was transmitted along the wire. Although it had been buffered by 95 degrees, it was still clear and real.
His mission was complete, but where was the trap?
The professor was confused. The operation had been too subtle. Without Zheng Ren's guidance, he suspected that he would have to try at least ten times before he could complete it.
Yes, it was possible.
It was more likely that he would not be able to complete the operation and the surgery would end in failure.
Professor Gerd Muller stood outside and watched as the guide wire gradually adjusted its position to a point. What was so special about this position? He could not explain it, but it felt right.
It was just a feeling. Professor Gerd Muller could not explain it.
The guide wire penetrated the inner membrane directly from the true lumen to the false lumen. At the same time, the trap was waiting.
Without any difficulty, the hard guide wire entered the trap in one go.
Many of the doctors around Professor Gerd Muller did not see the difficulty and thought that it was only natural.
It looked like he was just lucky, and there wasn't much technical content in it.
However, Professor Gerd Muller knew how difficult this operation was. The young doctor standing in the second surgeon's position had to calculate where Rudolf Wagner's puncture would be successful, then operate the trap and wait there.
The amount of calculation … was too much. Professor Gerd Muller felt dizzy as he reviewed the operation.
Was it really that good?
Professor Gerd Muller felt guilty. He had been looking for flaws in the operation, wanting to compare himself with Rudolf Wagner.
However, after this operation, he no longer had such thoughts.
If it were him, he would not have been able to complete the operation. At least, it would not have been as easy as it looked.
How could an operation that could be completed after ten attempts be the same as one that could be completed with good luck?!
Once was good luck. Twice was good luck. Could it be that the entire surgery was good luck?
That did not exist.
The only reasonable explanation was that the young doctor's surgical skills were at least several times better than his!
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