It was probably because he had come to the System space to do surgical training that he triggered the special mission.
It was quite special. Even the name was so strange.
Glory — Fighting for a dream? This was the same as Dr. Mehar's impassioned statement. Then there was no need to think about it. Zheng Ren smiled to hide the little disappointment in his heart.
If he did the training before Dr. Mehar's surgery tomorrow, would he be able to save a lot of time and make the reward richer?
The mission completion time was 24 hours. When Zheng Ren thought of this, he felt a little depressed.
However, his Charm and Reputation values had increased …
Zheng Ren only glanced at it. He was still in the process of surgical training. It was better to wait until the surgical training was over before thinking about the mission.
He handed the micro-guide wire to the simulation mannequin's hand and the surgical training officially began.
The surgery was actually not simple. The difficulty was that to remove the stent, he had to be careful not to cause side damage.
The thick catheter had to move slowly around the blood vessel wall, similar to blunt dissection.
However, this was the coronary artery. The covered stent had already had a certain degree of vascular intima adhesion to the blood vessel wall. It was simply too difficult to remove it completely without causing coronary artery spasm.
As for covering the end of the stent, preventing the large and small emboli from entering the blood vessel and inserting another new catheter, it was the simplest task for Zheng Ren.
Because Dr. Mehar had a defect in the coagulation mechanism, the three stents had to be done the same way.
For other interventional doctors, Dr. Mehar's surgery was more complicated. They would operate carefully to avoid serious complications that could endanger the patient's life.
However, for Zheng Ren, who was at the peak of interventional surgery, this was just a 'small' surgery.
However, the result was depressing.
Three minutes later, the simulation mannequin showed severe myocardial ischemia. The rescue was ineffective and it was declared clinically dead.
Zheng Ren looked at the simulation mannequin with a particularly innocent gaze.
There was no need for an autopsy. This disease was different from surgical diseases. It was a problem of operation. However, Zheng Ren still did the autopsy. There was growth in the intima between the coronary artery and the covered stent, but it was not particularly serious. There was a thrombosis inside the stent. It was estimated that it would be completely blocked in a few months.
It was similar to Zheng Ren's own estimation. He looked at the simulation mannequin and felt a little regretful. Why did he have to be an assistant? How much surgical training time would he waste?!
Dr. Mehar's surgical skills were very high, but because of his perspective and technique, it led to a mistake. This operation stimulated coronary artery contracture and finally caused cardiac arrest.
Wasn't this nonsense?!
Zheng Ren looked at the experimental subject as if he was looking at Dr. Mehar.
Two Omnipotent Masters with completely different techniques were operating together, each with their own operating habits. It was impossible to achieve the goal of 1 + 1 = 2.
However, Zheng Ren did not have time to get used to Dr. Mehar, or rather, it would be more appropriate to say that Dr. Mehar did not have time to get used to Zheng Ren.
It was already a miracle that the old man could maintain the stability of his hands when he found it difficult to even stand.
Zheng Ren sighed and decided to start the surgery again. If it really didn't work, he could only hit him with the hemostatic forceps to make him behave.
The Experimentals kept dying, and the causes of their deaths were all strange. He felt that he had been too naive and underestimated the regenerative ability of the Doctor's coronary artery intima.
The metal stent already had the intima of the blood vessels crawling on it, so it was very difficult to remove it without any damage.
Fortunately, the System's operating theater had given him a brand new piece of equipment. It should have been brought by Dr. Mehar, which saved him a lot of experience points. Originally, he planned to go to the System Shop to buy a set of equipment to remove a heart stent.
Very few people dared to remove coronary artery stents. In the eyes of most doctors, it was impossible. However, for Zheng Ren, the difficulty of the surgery was still within an acceptable range. At that time, he could do it in Sweden. Now, his intervention skill tree had reached its peak. The word 'impossible' did not exist at all.
Zheng Ren kept trying, and the experimental subjects kept dying. The difficulty of the surgery was countless times greater than what he had previously thought.
…
…
In the special ward, after Zheng Ren and Professor Rudolf Wagner left, Dr. Mehar did not lie down to rest.
He sat on the chair, thinking about something.
"Fischer, what's the name of the platform that Zheng Ren usually broadcasts the surgery on?" Dr. Mehar asked.
His female assistant, Fischer, immediately used the tablet in her hand to look up Zheng Ren's relevant information. "Doctor, it's a medical professional website called Xinglin Garden."
"It's very difficult to operate a medical professional website," Dr. Mehar muttered.
Fischer kept swiping the tablet screen, quickly looking for relevant information.
"Doctor, what you said is correct," Fischer said. "Last year, the website fell into a stage of lack of funding. There was no dominant profit model, only a certain customer group. However, you also know the situation in China. Their website is on the verge of bankruptcy. "
Dr. Mehar leaned against the back of the chair, his eyes slightly narrowed.
"But at that time, there was a mysterious account that started broadcasting the surgery live. The difficulty of the surgery was uncertain. There was a simple appendicitis, and even a debridement and suture surgery at the beginning. "
"But soon, the difficulty of the surgery continued to increase."
"On December 10th last year, on the day of the Nobel Prize award ceremony, the person who broadcast the surgery stopped broadcasting. So, the website … "
"Fischer, have you found out which hospital's doctor did the live broadcast?" Dr. Mehar asked.
"It's said that the website's security director tracked the signal and tracked it to the Montreal Medical Center in Canada after 48 springboards. However, there, it was discovered by the live broadcast of the surgery and suffered a limited counterattack, causing the platform to almost collapse. "
This information existed in the databases of various Dafeng Capital, so there was no need to look for it specially. It was easy for large companies that were connected to Dr. Mehar to obtain the relevant information.
"Continue," Dr. Mehar said.
"So, the company's CEO looked for many famous doctors in the world to start a live broadcast of the surgery. However, no one dared to try. After all, you know that it's simply unthinkable to not make mistakes for the rest of your life. "
"Until Zheng appeared, Xinglin Garden's website received an opportunity to soar. Since Zheng started broadcasting the surgery live until now, the number of paid viewers on Xinglin Garden's website has reached 200,000, and the highest number of people online at the same time has reached 23564. "
"Zheng has performed hundreds of surgeries until now, including teaching surgeries for TIPS, surgical treatment for Gaucher disease, including …"
"There's no record of failure at all, right?"
"Yes, Doctor." Fischer knew that the doctor had to watch every live broadcast of the surgery. If he slept, he would definitely watch the recorded broadcast when he woke up early in the morning. This question was just a habit.
Dr. Mehar said, "By the way, how are the preparations on Olsen's side for the simulated signal of the visual guide wire?"
"Sir Olsen doesn't believe that you can solve the problem of turbulence," Fischer said. "No one in the entire Royal Academy of Sciences will believe it."
"Go and inform the CEO of Xinglin Garden that the surgery tomorrow needs to be broadcast live." Dr. Mehar smiled. "The more people who see it, the better."
"Okay." Fischer did not ask why. He just had to carry out the doctor's words.
"I don't know what those old fellows will think when my surgery is broadcasted live." Dr. Mehar smiled and suddenly stopped Fischer. "Organize a video conference."
Following that, Dr. Mehar said a few names.
It was just April and Sweden had not entered daylight saving time yet. It was now 15: 16 p.m. in the Imperial Capital. It was exactly 8: 16 a.m. in Sweden.
'I hope those old fellows have all woken up,' Dr. Mehar thought.
"Doctor, I'll go and contact them now," Fischer said.
Dr. Mehar closed his eyes and muttered, "Back then, when I wanted to apply for the Nobel Prize, they told me that clinical surgery could not win the Nobel Prize."
As he spoke, the corner of the doctor's mouth curled into a smile.
"Charles is a coward. He actually believed such nonsense. This time, if Olsen finds out that there is a solution to the turbulence problem, I'm afraid he will go crazy. "
"Now that the old people who stopped me have all left, I want to see who can still stop me. I won't allow this kind of thing to happen again. If there is, let me … fight side by side with Zheng Lai. "
His lips were slightly pursed. He was firm and persistent, just like in 1977, when he learned that Andreas
Grüntzig
The professor had the same expression on his face after performing the first coronary artery balloon dilation at the University Hospital of Zurich in Switzerland.
Nothing could stop a devout knight and a professional surgeon. Nothing! Absolutely nothing!
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