The three of them changed their clothes first. Su Yun smiled and said, "Boss, Lil Fugui is back. Don't you feel like a tiger that has grown wings?"
"It's alright." Zheng Ren did not feel anything. After all, he was at the peak of the Interventional Realm. He no longer felt the need for assistants.
He already knew how to use both hands, so why would he care about an assistant? Well, of course, it would be better if there was.
"How boring. Even from an emotional point of view, you should think that Lil Fugui is very important."
"Oh, I'm very happy that Lil Fugui is back," Zheng Ren said.
Su Yun was speechless. His boss was really a topic terminator.
"Boss Zheng, the patient's diagnosis and surgery should be fine, right?" Chief Ye was still worried.
"It's not a big problem. I wouldn't dare to say 100%. But there's a high chance that it'll be fine. Don't worry, Chief Ye, "Zheng Ren said.
He usually spoke vaguely, but to a professional like Chief Ye who specialized in handling medical disputes, it was more annoying to speak in such a manner. It was not that he hated her, but that he was seeking his own death.
After changing his clothes, he saw Professor Rudolf Wagner standing in the corridor, looking around.
"Lil Fugui, what are you looking for?" Su Yun asked.
"Oh my god, Boss, Brother Yun, you're finally back," the professor said. "I was waiting for you to come back so that I could disinfect and lay out the sheets."
"Go ahead," Zheng Ren said with a smile.
"Um." The professor went to wash his hands happily.
Zheng Ren walked into the operating room and saw Dr. Mehar and Deputy Director Yuan sitting in front of the operating table, whispering something.
"Doctor, I'm back," Zheng Ren said.
"The blood has been sent for testing. The results will be out soon," Dr. Mehar said. "Zheng, are you confident in your diagnosis?"
"Yes." Of course, Zheng Ren was confident. It was clearly written on the System panel. In addition, the patient's symptoms were consistent with early-stage ion channel disease, so there was nothing to be uncertain about.
If the System was playing tricks on him at this juncture, there was nothing he could do.
"I'm very curious about your surgical skills." Dr. Mehar smiled and looked at Zheng Ren. "I've watched the video of you performing surgery on me more than a hundred times. His skill level was not bad. He could be said to be the best in the world. But there were a few places where you acted like a prophet, avoiding places where problems might arise. "
Zheng Ren thought to himself, 'God knows how many Experimentals have died in the System's operating theater. How could I not avoid it?
"This is a kind of talent, not a surgical skill. I'll have to judge your level through the surgery, "Dr. Mehar said with a smile.
"There's a second-stage TIPS surgery tomorrow. Do you want to watch?" Zheng Ren asked with a smile.
"After I'm done with the surgery, I can take a look at the first stage of the TIPS surgery while I'm recuperating. Your progress is very fast, and your information is also very complete. We'll talk about this in detail when we have time, "Dr. Mehar said.
Through the lead-lined glass, Zheng Ren saw Professor Rudolf Wagner's busy figure. After returning, the professor stayed in Heidelberg. Zheng Ren did not think much of it. But now, seeing that he was busy, her heart felt slightly warm.
Humans were creatures of habit.
Chief Zhang Lin had already prepared the medical supplies needed for the surgery. After saying a few words to Dr. Mehar, Zheng Ren went to check the medical supplies. After all, he was not a cyclical interventional surgeon, so Feng Xuhui did not follow them. It was necessary to understand the brands and types of consumables in detail, just like how a soldier cleaned his gun.
After getting everything ready and disinfecting the professor, Zheng Ren went to put on his lead apron and wash his hands.
The airtight lead door slowly closed.
At this time, Ye Qingqiu stood at the door and observed the situation around him. Countless emergency plans circled in his mind.
However, through the crowd, he saw Deputy Director Yuan and the world's top cardiologist, Dr. Mehar, sitting in front of the screen in the operating room. Surrounded by blonde foreign experts and the hospital's circulatory medicine experts, he was still a little absent-minded.
As the chief of the medical administration division, he could not even enter the room. It was quite a pity when he thought about it.
The door of another operating room opened, and the stretcher trolley was pushed in. Soon, the patient was pushed out.
The doctor escorting the patient out of the operating theater walked on tiptoe for fear of making any noise. When they were performing the surgery, they had already been informed that there were foreign experts visiting, so they did not have the pleasant chat after the surgery. They quietly prepared to sneak away.
However, everyone was curious. When they pushed the stretcher trolley past the operating room, the circulatory doctor turned his head to glance at the situation in the operating room. The technicians did not even have a place to sit and stood to the side in distress.
Deputy Director Yuan and an old foreign man were sitting in front of the operating table, talking about something.
He clicked his tongue and immediately pushed the patient away.
This kind of person and matter was not something that he could get involved with.
Once he appeared in front of these people, only God knew what would happen. It was better to push the patient back to the ward honestly. Don't think about getting to the top in one step.
Other than Chief Zheng, who was directly promoted from an attending physician to a chief physician, who else could have such treatment?
The doctor pushed the patient out and saw Chief Ye of the medical administration division and the matron of the operating theater standing in the corridor. They waited quietly, waiting for the greetings that might come at any time. Their hearts were even more solemn.
Fortunately, he was not the one undergoing this kind of surgery.
If it were him, seeing such a big scene, he would probably be under too much pressure. His mind would go blank and he would be in a daze.
He probably could not perform the surgery. His hands would probably tremble very badly. He probably stood in front of the stage … No, his legs were probably also trembling. He could not even take a step.
Tsk tsk, with so many people watching, it was really a lot of pressure.
Ten minutes later, the airtight lead door opened and Zheng Ren walked out. The surgery went very smoothly. From beginning to end, there was not a single ripple.
Dr. Mehar did not seem to notice Zheng Ren walking out. His eyes were still looking at the last image on the screen, thinking about problems in his mind.
Zheng Ren tactfully did not say anything and stood next to Dr. Mehar.
Deputy Director Yuan finally relaxed a little. Boss Zheng's surgery was really very stable. It seemed that no matter what surgery was under his hands, he would finish it calmly.
Dr. Mehar suddenly whispered, "Zheng, look for the image."
Zheng Ren walked to the operating table and began to click on the image. From the beginning of the surgery, he played it at twice the speed.
"Here." The moment Dr. Mehar spoke, Zheng Ren pressed pause.
"Zheng, this operation, the guide wire did not move," Dr. Mehar said. "Based on my experience, there will be a slight change in the speed of the blood flow here. How did you control the guide wire?"
"After the contrast, we will find that the anatomical structure of the patient's neck blood vessels is a little special." Zheng Ren pointed at the screen. "Here, the angle of the branching blood vessels will have an effect on the blood flow. To overcome the influence here, the movement of the wrist has to be changed. "
Zheng Ren explained to Dr. Mehar in Swedish, which was accented with a dialect.
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