For circulatory interventional surgery, because medicine had to be injected at any time and resuscitation was needed, the scrub nurse had to come in to follow the stage.
This was completely different from vascular interventional surgery and interventional treatment of benign and malignant tumors.
The medical supplies for this interventional surgery could not be used by Changfeng. Because almost all of them were specially made medical supplies, Changfeng's technology was not up to standard.
After acquiring Biosensors International, Changfeng Microinvasive Surgery's absorption, digestion, and conversion of technology into productivity was not something that could be completed in a short period of time.
Dr. Mehar's assistant put the medical supplies on the operating table. She did not go out. Instead, she stayed in the operating theater wearing a lead apron.
After she went to scrub and disinfect her hands, she began to disinfect Dr. Mehar's right hand. She put on a special sterile gown that only covered his right arm and a glove for the doctor.
"Boss, I've disinfected it," Su Yun said.
Zheng Ren nodded. According to his usual habit, he stood in front of the radiographic film viewer and carefully reviewed the radiographic films of Dr. Mehar's last coronary angiography.
Although it had only been a few months since the last surgery, the three coronary arteries were already covered with blood clots of all sizes.
The surgery had to be done. Otherwise, it would not be long before the three coronary arteries were blocked again. It would not be so easy to do the grinding technique again.
Dr. Mehar's left arm was positioned, fixed, and disinfected. Su Yun saw him lying on the operating table. There was a monitor above his head that was synchronized with the monitor opposite him.
What a strange device. Su Yun sighed in his heart.
If it was an ordinary patient, it would not be a problem if he saw it. However, Dr. Mehar was a doctor. When the stent was removed, when the catheter began to separate the stent from the coronary artery wall, many years of clinical experience would subconsciously remind the doctor that the coronary artery would spasm.
If it was an ordinary patient, they would not be able to see or understand it. There might not be a problem. However, from Dr. Mehar's point of view, Su Yun felt that the blood vessels would definitely spasm and show symptoms of myocardial ischemia.
In medical class, the students would have all kinds of autonomic symptoms, not to mention a fatal blood vessel like the coronary artery.
It was a headache. Su Yun sighed.
He glanced at it. All kinds of emergency medicine were ready and he was thinking about how to prevent it.
Once the boss was terrified, he had to stand up for it. There could not be any accidents during this surgery.
"Boss, it's starting." Su Yun said.
Zheng Ren turned around and came to the operating table. The airtight lead door slowly closed. Zheng Ren looked at Dr. Mehar and said in Swedish with his hometown accent, "Doctor, the surgery is about to begin."
"I can't wait." Dr. Mehar smiled and said, "Young man, I have a big heart. Don't worry."
Big heart, it was indeed big heart.
It was just that the two of them were talking about two different things.
Puncture, placement of the artery sheath, Zheng Ren performed each step steadily. Su Yun stood guard by the side. His eyes moved from Dr. Mehar's expression to the screen, then to the resuscitation medication.
Countless numbers of data appeared in Su Yun's mind, and after strict analysis and strict judgement, he came up with effective information.
He was a little nervous, but he was already in his best condition. He was like a hunting cheetah, ready to pounce.
"Doctor, you hold the guide wire. I'll cross my left and right hands. You just have to feel the subtle movements." "This guide wire is said to have a detectable device, but it's no different from an ordinary guide wire. It's really not bad."
"Zheng, I think I can be one of your hands. As for the guide wire, the first generation was developed more than ten years ago. This is already the fifth generation. Unfortunately, we haven't been able to find someone who can capture the turbulence, "Dr. Mehar said with a smile.
Zheng Ren nodded. The guide wire was very useful. He had felt this in the System's operating theater.
As for which generation it was, it had nothing to do with Zheng Ren.
"Zheng, there seems to be some problems with the way you put the guide wire," Dr. Mehar said.
At the beginning of the surgery, he began to communicate constantly, trying to lead the surgery.
This was the habit of many years as a surgeon. He only had eyes for himself. Or rather, he was full of confidence that others were wrong.
Zheng Ren had a headache for a long time in the System's operating theater.
"I don't think so." Zheng Ren did not look at Dr. Mehar. Instead, he stared at the screen in front of him and said, "If my assistant raises any objections on the operating table or there are any flaws in the operation, I'll definitely kick him out, or …"
"Zheng, I insist," Dr. Mehar said stubbornly.
"Can you take a beating?" Zheng Ren asked.
"…" Dr. Mehar was stunned for a moment, then he smiled.
Su Yun was speechless. This guy was going to use the hemostatic forceps to hit Dr. Mehar? This was simply too unbelievable.
The doctor's identity was special.
Special not only because of his status as a Nobel Prize judge, but also because he was a patient and an assistant.
It was not a problem to use hemostatic forceps to hit the assistant.
However, to hit a patient … Su Yun had never encountered such a thing before.
Who would dare to hit a patient on the operating table?!
Was this a f * cking joke?
Su Yun did not think of it before because this kind of thing was not in the normal understanding of a doctor.
Now, he suddenly realized that there was such an unstable factor.
In the operating theater, Chief Zhang Lin and the matron did not understand Swedish, so they were expressionless. When Dr. Mehar's assistant heard Zheng Ren say this in Swedish with the accent of Dr. Mehar's hometown, his expression changed.
This was simply a provocation!
"Zheng, I've seen your teaching surgery. Don't worry, I won't give you a chance to hit my radial styloid process. " Dr. Mehar took the end of the guide wire with his right hand and skillfully coiled it in his hand. Following Zheng Ren's strength, he began to send it in.
Dr. Mehar looked very relaxed, but he was a little nervous in his heart.
It was not that he was worried about the risks of the surgery, but after nearly twenty years, he once again held the guide wire in his hand and was infinitely close to the mountain that he had never been able to cross back then.
The guide wire moved. It trembled slightly in a regular pattern, very light and gentle. However, Dr. Mehar could feel the difference between the guide wire in his hand and the guide wire movement in his memory.
It was not because the guide wire was too thin that it trembled, but because the surgeon's fingers and wrist had almost invisible small movements. Dr. Mehar looked at the image on his back. The dense blood in the blood vessels flowed in his eyes, layered.
The laminar flow intertwined with each other. It could not be determined in advance, and then turbulence appeared.
It was here! Dr. Mehar followed the guide wire forward and suddenly noticed a weak change in strength coming from the guide wire in a position.
However, this change was only for an instant. As the angle of Zheng Ren's fingers and wrist changed, the strength of the blood turbulence was dissolved.
It was simply perfect! Dr. Mehar exclaimed in his heart!
Before the surgery, he did not expect this young doctor to be able to do this!
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