Zheng Ren did not look at the radiographic films like before and wait for Professor Rudolf Wagner to disinfect them.
He and Su Yun put on their lead aprons, washed their hands, and disinfected.
The two of them were silent. The sound of water splashing was extremely monotonous and boring.
No one spoke, and there was nothing to say. Zheng Ren's heart was as quiet as water. Even the excitement of reaching the peak after taking the last step of the interventional surgery was gone. Everything seemed to have become dull.
One person disinfected, and the other laid out the sheet. The preparation work before the surgery was carried out in an orderly manner.
Chief Yan sat on a chair and looked at the two young people who were busy inside through the lead-lined glass. He suddenly asked, "Did Doctor Zheng Ren just come back?"
"Yes, I informed him that there would be a commendation meeting today, so he rushed back from Heidelberg," Chief Kong said from the side.
"Comrade Zheng Ren has made an outstanding contribution to the people," Chief Yan said to himself.
Chief Kong did not know how to answer for a moment. He could only stand to the side in silence and watch Zheng Ren and Su Yun disinfect and lay out the sheet on the other side of the lead-lined glass. Little Yiren was preparing the surgical instruments. A small team was orderly.
It seemed like they were also so busy that night in Sea City. An unknown thought surfaced in Chief Kong's mind.
Zhao Yunlong stood in the corner and vaguely heard the conversation between Chief Yan and Chief Kong. He clenched his fists and gritted his teeth tightly. He creaked like a mouse knocking on something in the dead of night.
After the preoperative preparations were completed, Xie Yiren came out of the operating theater and closed the airtight lead door.
At this moment, in the operating theater, Lao He was wearing a lead apron and replaced Chief Xu. He looked at the machine for general anesthesia and all kinds of drugs.
"I heard from my comrades in Chengdu that Doctor Zheng did a video of the surgery. They are still learning it now," Deputy Director Yuan said.
Chief Yan nodded slightly and did not say anything.
Zheng Ren performed a femoral artery cannulation. He installed the artery sheath and directly inserted the micro-guide wire. Although Chief Miao's condition had stabilized a little, he could still save a little time. It was just a little time.
After he finished the surgery, the orthopedics department still had to do it. As for whether or not he wanted to do the neurosurgery department, it was a matter after he went to the ICU.
In Pengxi Village, the interventional embolization surgery for severe pelvic fractures was done to the point of vomiting. This was the first time he had done this surgical method after returning to the 912.
The micro-guide wire was as quiet as an obedient child in Zheng Ren's hand. He directly operated it blindly and reached the position.
Line stepping, medication, angiography, continued superselection, and embolization.
Su Yun had cooperated with this process countless times, and was already extremely familiar with it. But this time, he felt that something was different.
Zheng Ren's maneuvering was more … smooth than before? It seemed that it could be described as supple.
But it was also not accurate.
Su Yun felt that the micro-guide wire's movements were simple and straightforward, without the slightest extra movement. Even the thinnest blood vessels were like flat ground.
Following the direction of the contrast agent, the selection of a blood vessel was completed.
Su Yun could clearly feel that Zheng Ren's standard was different from before. However, for Zheng Ren, the difficulty of the pelvic fracture embolization surgery was not much different from before.
As Su Yun pushed the embolic agent, he opened his eyes wide and carefully observed the micro-guide wire's movements on the screen.
In Zheng Ren's words, no matter how hard the others worked, they could only reach Su Yun's level at best.
Although it did not sound like praise to Su Yun, it was the truth.
However, Su Yun could not tell how much Zheng Ren had improved.
The surgery went smoothly and Zheng Ren was very cautious. After embolizing five small blood vessels, he even made an angiography.
After confirming that there were no problems, Zheng Ren took out the catheter and artery sheath before turning around and leaving the stage.
Su Yun could not tell, but Zheng Ren could feel the difference between the Peak level and the Legend level.
The surgery was more stable and meticulous.
Although this change was meaningless for most surgeries, it was obvious for some extremely difficult surgeries.
For example, the double guide wire operation just now could not be completed by a Legend level in a few minutes no matter what. Even if it was completed in less than twenty minutes, the completion rate of the surgery was still very far from the Peak level.
Was it the Peak level? Zheng Ren was also a little absent-minded. He hoped that Chief Miao could come back to life. He only thought about it for a moment before this was the only thought left in his mind.
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"Is the pelvic fracture interventional embolization very difficult?" After Chief Yan finished watching the surgery, he looked at his phone again.
12 minutes. As for how many seconds, Chief Yan did not care. It was not the Olympics. Why did he pay so much attention? There was no need at all.
Chief Kong actually said that a 12-minute surgery was very difficult? Chief Yan was a little puzzled.
Although he was also a military doctor with a clinical background, when he entered the military, interventional surgery had just become popular and there was almost no interventional surgery.
Therefore, he did not know much about interventional surgery. But from a common sense point of view, was a surgery in 12 minutes difficult?
Chief Kong wanted to cry but had no tears. How could he answer this question? He was very helpless. He secretly looked around, wanting to ask for help.
Chief Jing of the Orthopedics Department stood at the side and stared blankly.
He had taken a look at the announcement of the commendation ceremony yesterday. Chief Jing had originally expressed his disdain for that shocking number. He had been in the orthopedics department all his life. How could he not know the time of interventional embolization for severe pelvic fractures?
In the early days before interventional surgery, whether patients with severe pelvic fractures could survive depended on fate. The pressure behind the peritoneum was high. It compressed the small blood vessels and stopped the bleeding. The patient could live.
Once the bleeding blood vessels were thicker, the patient would die. There would be absolutely no chance.
When interventional surgery appeared more than twenty years ago, there was no need to rely on fate anymore. Interventional embolization and hemostasis had saved countless patients' lives.
At that time, Chief Jing sat in the operating room and watched the surgeries. A surgery could no longer be greatly shortened from the initial seven or eight hours to about four hours.
This was the average level of an ordinary doctor, and it was not a particularly difficult interventional embolization surgery for pelvic fractures.
It was especially difficult to catch up. The patient was in hemorrhagic shock on the stage, and the surgery could still not be done. Chief Jing had even seen those who died on the operating table.
As for Chief Kong … Chief Jing knew his level very well.
The most difficult surgery for severe pelvic fractures could be done in one and a half hours. This was already a very impressive interventional doctor. Unfortunately, his peak period was soon over. As he got older, his vision became blurry and his hands trembled. He rarely performed this kind of surgery.
Nowadays, the younger generation of professors who performed surgery for severe pelvic fractures were about the same as Chief Kong at his peak. Even if they were better, they were not much better. There was no essential difference.
However, the surgery in front of him … There was no essential difference. It was simply the difference between knowing and not knowing.
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