Three hours later, the teaching ended.
Professor Gade Muller sat in his seat in a daze, looking at the clean left half of the liver and the nuclear MRI. The transparent ceiling that used to be a technical barrier that could never be broken began to loosen unknowingly. He could vaguely feel his progress.
Surgery.
Surgery now!
The little beast in Professor Gade Muller's heart roared angrily.
How many years had it been since he had felt this way? Gade himself could not explain it.
A group of people came to the operating theater. The patient had already been picked up. He looked at the dozens of people walking in in confusion and was a little scared.
Was this a surgery? Or had he mutated and was he going to be cut into pieces for research?
After changing his clothes, Zheng Ren said, "Professor Gade, I will do a live broadcast surgery with Lil Fugui … Professor Rudolph. Some details can be observed as much as possible so that we can practice in the subsequent surgery."
Professor Gade Muller nodded woodenly.
His mind was filled with the process of performing the TIPS surgery. He had already fallen into a state that he could not extricate himself from.
Hu Yanhui had already started to debug the machine. Everything was ready. After the professor finished scrubbing his hands, Zheng Ren changed his clothes and Hu Yanhui put on his glasses.
The surgery broadcast room was opened again and the surgery began.
Doctors from all over the world did not look forward to the surgery broadcast because they could not understand it even if they watched it. After being surprised again and again, everyone was numb.
The surgeon was awesome and they should not be able to catch up to him in their lifetime. Such a huge gap could easily cause people to feel a sense of tiredness.
However, it was different to broadcast the surgery live.
Look, I don't know how to do it, and neither do the professors at Mayo. Such a comparison was easy to feel a sense of satisfaction.
The sound of the hemostatic forceps also made the young doctors feel satisfied. It was like their own chief who bullied them standing on the operating table and being constantly beaten. It was especially satisfying.
There were many doctors watching the surgery live today. Most of them were here to watch the hemostatic forceps.
If Zheng Ren knew, he would definitely not know whether to laugh or cry. His own surgery was the main point. If he wanted to watch the hemostatic forceps hit people, he could have played it at home. There was no need to watch the surgery live.
Now, however, Zheng Ren was fully focused on the operating table as he began the first and only live surgery of the day.
The puncture was smooth and the blind operation was almost at its peak. After stepping on the line, Zheng Ren did not move the guide wire much and reached the position.
He had a feeling that his skills had improved as well. Although it wasn't a qualitative leap, he could still feel it.
The puncture kit goes in, finds the position, puncture. Everything was uneventful until the two stents were placed and the surgery was over.
The entire journey took less than 15 minutes and was uneventful.
It was unimaginable that a TIPS surgery that relied on luck could be done to such an extent.
However, the doctors who were watching the live broadcast of the surgery today really did not want to watch this. No matter what time it was, all their attention was focused on the possible live broadcast of the surgery later.
Watching the hemostatic forceps hit the radial styloid process was much more interesting than watching Zheng Ren perform this kind of crushing, calm surgery.
After the surgery, Zheng Ren tore off his sterile clothes and returned to the operating room.
He was a little tired.
Having his energy sucked dry by the [Eye of Truth] was truly a terrible feeling. Although he had a good night's rest, he was still unable to reach his peak state.
Professor Gade Muller smiled apologetically and said, "Doctor Zheng, when we're teaching the surgery later, just give him a few pointers."
He sharply noticed that the beating of the hemostatic forceps could make him stronger.
With the pressure from Professor Rudolf Wagner, Professor Gade Muller could not care less about anything else. Even Mayo Clinic's Dr. Smith had accepted this kind of teaching surgery.
Zheng Ren sat in the chair directly opposite the computer in the operating room. His right elbow rested on the armrest and his right hand rested gently on his forehead. He said calmly, "Today's teaching surgery will be performed by Fu … Professor Rudolf."
"…" Professor Gade Muller was stunned for a moment before becoming angry. However, there was nowhere to vent his anger.
He hesitated for a moment and forced himself to bend down, the fat on his body trembling. Behind him, Su Yun's face twitched.
Even Su Yun could not bear to do so.
Even with Professor Gade Muller's waist, it was difficult to bend down. How difficult would this be, really … Sigh.
Professor Gade Muller carefully observed Zheng Ren's expression and asked, "Doctor Zheng, do you think you can personally guide me in the surgery?"
He could tell that Doctor Zheng was not in a good state today, probably due to jet lag. He was really worried about being rejected. If Rudolf Wagner hit him with the hemostatic forceps … Professor Gade Muller wanted to die.
Zheng Ren was puzzled for a moment but immediately understood the reason behind it.
Back in Imperial Capital, Professor Rudolf Wagner had been eagerly waiting to teach his rival a lesson.
However, now that Professor Gade Muller was almost begging, Zheng Ren felt that it was a little difficult.
The professor had followed him all the way from Sea City to Imperial Capital. Could he not fulfill his "small wish"?
Definitely not.
Zheng Ren thought for a moment and said, "I want the surgery to be broadcasted live."
Professor Gade Muller gritted his teeth and said in a low voice, "The teaching surgery can be broadcasted live."
This time, Zheng Ren was speechless. If the teaching surgery could be broadcasted live, it would be too much for him to make things difficult for Professor Gade Muller.
How deep was the hatred between these two? Why would Gade agree to a live broadcast of the teaching surgery, but not Lil Fugui?
Zheng Ren thought for a moment and sighed. "I'll do a surgery with Professor Rudolf first. I'll take a break. Well, there's no need for a live broadcast of this surgery. "
At first, Professor Gade Muller wanted to refuse, but his mind recalled the improvement of Dr. Smith's surgical skills and that annoying person. He hesitated for a few seconds and could only reluctantly agree.
"Little Hu, inform Chief Peng that there's …" As he spoke, he glanced at Su Yun.
"Excluding the two surgeries, it's 30," Su Yun said. "Boss, can we do more than ten hours in a row?"
Zheng Ren also hesitated for a moment.
Normally, it would not be a problem. If Professor Gade Muller could not hold on, he could do the rest himself. However, he was not in peak condition today. He had to be as serious as possible when it came to surgeries.
After all, they were all human lives.
"Let's do it in two days. We'll do 12 today and the remaining 18 will be broadcasted tomorrow. "Zheng Ren admitted defeat.
The mockery on Su Yun's face grew stronger.
However, on second thought, 12 TIPS surgeries a day was almost a miracle in the past. Now that he was laughing at Zheng Ren because of this, could it be that he had accepted his strength?
Su Yun was in a trance.
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