Zheng Ren had a trump card and a chance to experience it at its peak.
He only had 30 minutes at his peak, and he did not want to waste it. He wanted to understand Chief Miao's condition as much as possible with his current level to avoid mistakes.
Not try his best, but definitely! Of course!
He would never forgive himself if he made a mistake.
As for the Peak Experience, it was Zheng Ren's last resort. If it really did not work, Zheng Ren would use it. But not now!
God knew if Chief Miao would have other complications.
The two guidewires went in, not caring if the back of the guidewire would fall to the ground and be contaminated. Now was the practice stage, so there was no need to worry about the aseptic operation.
Even so, Zheng Ren found the operation too difficult, more difficult than he had imagined.
When he was young, it was written about hands wrestling. Many children had played it before. At that time, Zheng Ren had drawn the best and roundest circles with both hands.
Because his thoughts were the simplest and most direct.
This was also why he wanted to give it a try.
Drawing circles was easy, but operating two micro-guide wires was extremely difficult. If the force applied on the 95cm micro-guidewire was uneven, it would break.
Usually, it seemed very easy to operate a micro-guide wire with both hands, but when it came to operating two micro-guide wires with both hands, it was more difficult than ascending to heaven.
However, there was no other way.
Five minutes later, not a single guide wire had reached the correct position, let alone the next step of the operation. The test subject died again.
Zheng Ren did not care about the death of the Simulation mannequin. He persistently manipulated the guide wire with both hands, allowing himself to enter an ethereal state where his hands could perform surgery without interfering with each other.
This was his childhood experience. Although he had not played for many years, he had few childhood memories.
30 minutes …
60 minutes …
120 minutes …
Time ticked by. Zheng Ren did not care how 'wasteful' it was. If he could save Chief Miao, Zheng Ren would rather squander all his surgical training time.
After a full five hours, Zheng Ren barely completed the surgery on both hands. The two guidewires swam in the blood vessels without interfering with each other. One entered the aorta, and the other entered the hepatic artery.
Due to the limited time, there was no way to superselect. Zheng Ren could only embolize according to the findings of the autopsy.
Although it took dozens of times longer than the required time, Zheng Ren was slightly relieved that he had succeeded once.
He still had nearly fifty days of surgical training left, but he was not sure if he could shorten the time to three minutes with hundreds of training sessions.
However, he had to try. He was unwilling to give up this opportunity.
If he did it according to the conventional method, Chief Miao would be dead for sure.
In fact, there was not much communication between Chief Miao and Zheng Ren. It was just that after a kidney transplant, Zheng Ren learned some sad things about Chief Miao from Chief Yu.
Yes, that's all.
However, Chief Miao also encountered trouble when he accepted the surgery where the patient died during the operation. Zheng Ren could guess why Chief Miao would commit suicide.
He did not want Chief Miao to die.
If this kind of pure good person died, the worldview that Zheng Ren had been working so hard for would collapse.
This was to save Chief Miao and Zheng Ren himself.
Subconsciously, Zheng Ren tried his best to save the patient, but in the System's operating theater, he was expressionless and calm with a hint of indifference.
After a successful surgery, Zheng Ren checked his skill tree as fast as he could.
Originally, he was only one step away from the peak, but that tiny distance was like the end of the world.
However, after this surgical training, Zheng Ren did not know if it was a psychological effect, but he seemed to see the skill tree grow crazily again. That tiny distance had shortened.
With just a glance, Zheng Ren went into the System's operating theater again. After returning, Zheng Ren first added all the accumulated skill points to the intervention skill tree and then began to train again.
After adding all the skill points, Zheng Ren did not see any changes. This was within his expectations. He just wanted to give it a try.
Now, Zheng Ren, who was like a hamster storing food for the winter, desperately wanted to save it. He threw all his savings onto the unknown scale like crazy.
He was betting everything on one throw!
The surgery continued.
One day …
Two days …
Ten days …
Thirty days …
This kind of boring surgical training was something that almost no one could do in one go. However, Zheng Ren did not think so. He was immersed in the process of surgical training, trying his best to find any way to improve his skills.
The 30-minute peak experience still had to be tested in the System space. This was Zheng Ren's last trump card. He did not want to throw it out so early.
He was like a gambler whose eyes were bloodshot, but he was still clear-headed. He had placed almost all of his bets, but he still had a glimmer of hope left.
The remaining surgical training time was getting shorter and Zheng Ren was under more and more pressure.
He had already reduced the initial five-hour surgery to around 40 minutes, which was already an impossible feat in the eyes of others.
It was incredible to be able to do it, let alone complete two surgeries in less than an hour.
However, Zheng Ren knew that the cold, cruel reality would not give him that much time.
If that was the case, he might as well do it one by one. It would be faster.
There were only three to five minutes. This goal was like a natural moat between life and death. Zheng Ren tried his best, but every time he fell, his face swollen and bruised.
After failing, he tried again and again, and failed again.
This repeated, but the indifference on Zheng Ren's face never changed. At this moment, he was an emotionless robot, completing operations that others did not even dare to think about.
The surgery continued, day after day.
There were no assistants, no scrub nurses, and even the patients were fake. Zheng Ren could only hear the sound of his own breathing, which became heavier and more desperate.
Forty days had passed, and the remaining surgical training time was getting shorter and shorter.
However, Zheng Ren's eyes became brighter and brighter. After forty days of continuous surgeries and thousands of failed surgeries, he had summed up the path that was very close to success.
It was just that his level was not enough.
It was okay. There was still time for the peak experience. This was the only thing Zheng Ren could rely on to stay awake and rational.
He did not think about whether he would go crazy if he could not complete the peak experience.
In the operating theater, there was no morning sun, no smoke curling up, no birds singing, no endless sunset, no desert smoke, no sunset.
There was only surgery here.
Dull, monotonous, and boring surgery.
Zheng Ren started the surgery again. The brand-new experimental subject was on the operating table. Suddenly, he felt a warm current descending from the sky, as if he had been enlightened by an immortal. His whole body felt warm, dispelling the chill in his heart.
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