"What surgery?" Zheng Ren was surprised. He had never expected to be the best in the world.
"Prostate interventional embolization," Old Chief Physician Pan said with a smile.
Prostate … Was that a disease?
Zheng Ren's mood, which had just been flying, suddenly fell to the bottom of the valley.
"Young comrade, what's with that expression?" Old Chief Physician Pan asked sternly.
"Nothing." Zheng Ren lowered his head and quickly changed his clothes.
"Think about it. So many old comrades have given their all for the founding of the new China. Shouldn't they have a better quality of life?" Old Chief Physician Pan's expression was solemn.
Zheng Ren thought about it and realized that it made sense. Elderly men with severe prostate hyperplasia were worse than death.
Ordinary urethral catheters could not be inserted, so a metal urethral probe was needed.
In the Emergency Department, when dealing with those rascals who played dead and refused to get up, a few urethral stimuli were enough to make a burly man beg for mercy, let alone urethral probes.
"But the prostate doesn't have a blood supply," Zheng Ren said hesitantly as he recalled the anatomy book.
"Yes, there are no large blood vessels, but there are still capillaries." Old Chief Physician Pan had obviously done his homework. "Especially in patients with severe hyperplasia, where the capillaries are thicker and larger, we can try interventional embolization."
Uh … Zheng Ren was still confused. Since Old Chief Physician Pan had said so, he could go to Imperial Capital to have a look. After all, Professor Pei and Old Chief Physician Pan had good intentions. However, Zheng Ren was not optimistic about this surgery.
It was difficult to find a blood supply for liver cancer, let alone the prostate.
Zheng Ren quickly changed his clothes and rushed out of the changing room. "I'm going to put on the lead apron."
Old Chief Physician Pan smiled and shook his head.
Zheng Ren heaved a sigh of relief after taking out the radiation energy conversion apron from the System and putting it on.
When he arrived at the interventional surgery room, Su Yun had already laid out the surgical drapes and was chatting with Zheng Yunxia.
Interventional surgery for liver cancer involved local infiltration anesthesia near the femoral artery at the base of the thigh, followed by puncture.
It was the most minimally invasive surgery, just like intravenous drips. All procedures relied on the surgeon's skills.
However, there was a drawback, which was that the surgeon had to endure a lot of X-rays. The patient did not have to worry about it as the surgery would only last a few minutes. No one knew when the next surgery would happen.
Doctors, on the other hand, might have to perform the next surgery right after the surgery, and the cumulative amount of thread ingestion would be much greater.
Fortunately, he had the System's equipment, so he did not have to worry too much about it.
Seeing Zheng Ren come up, Su Yun said, "Should I do the puncture?"
"Okay." Zheng Ren nodded and responded. He began to scrub his hands, disinfect them, and put on sterile clothes.
When he stood on the operating table, the puncture was already done. The arterial sheath was neatly arranged and the guide wire was about ten centimeters in. Su Yun stood in the assistant's position and held the guide wire, quietly waiting for Zheng Ren to begin the surgery.
'It feels good to have an assistant,' Zheng Ren praised in his heart once again.
In Xinglin Garden, the live broadcast began.
[The Almighty has been streaming less recently. Do you guys know why?]
[It's because there aren't any new surgery patients, right? I'm tired of watching the same kind of livestreamed surgery.]
[That's right. All the surgeries performed in the past have video recordings.]
[Didn't you notice that all the videos disappeared three days ago? In the future, watch carefully when you start streaming. The Almighty won't teach you skills for free.]
[Ah! Why didn't I notice? Fortunately, I keep them all. Is the Almighty trying to sell the surgery livestream for money?]
The comments in Xinglin Garden's live broadcast room were flying everywhere. Gradually, everyone became familiar with each other, especially those who sent the fastest comments. They were obviously junior doctors, but no one knew if there was a big shot behind them.
[This time … F * ck, it's liver cancer!]
[Don't make a fuss. Although interventional surgery for liver cancer is uncommon, it's definitely not uncommon.]
[Indeed, interventional surgery is one of the most effective treatments for liver cancer. Radiofrequency ablation is said to be as effective as surgical resection.]
[Small place with no interventional surgery department. What a bother. After watching the Almighty's surgery, I'm thinking of switching to interventional surgery.]
[Can you perform surgery while wearing a thirty to forty kilograms lead apron and still have to be steady and accurate? Stop dreaming, young man. Focus on your promising career in surgery.]
In the live broadcast, the surgeon was blindly inserting the microcatheter. There was nothing much to see, so everyone was just playing around.
Soon, the camera switched to the surgeon's position and the image on the screen appeared in the live broadcast.
[Huh? That's not right.]
Usually, after the start of a surgery, everyone had a tacit understanding to not comment much unless there was an accident. This was because the comments would affect the view of the surgery and interfere with the viewing of the surgery. In particular, some small angles and maneuvers were the essence of surgery.
However, when the video appeared, there was a lone bullet screen.
Looking at the ID, it clearly stated that it was an interventional doctor. It was not too obvious.
Some people had an impression of him. He was probably an interventional doctor, the one who kept complaining about the hardships of interventional surgeons.
Fortunately, there were relatively few interventional surgeons. If all the general surgeons were marked like this … it would be no different from not having an ID.
[What happened? Let's hear it.]
[Yeah, I didn't see it … F * ck, isn't he doing liver cancer? Why is he heading for the short gastric artery?]
[Am I seeing things? Is he going to embolize the short gastric artery? Then open up for a subtotal gastrectomy?]
As the micro-guide wire went deeper, not only the interventional doctor but also the other general surgeons could see that something was wrong.
Everyone knew about the normal arterial geometry and the basic anatomical structure.
Wasn't interventional surgery for liver cancer supposed to embolize the hepatic artery, the blood supply of liver cancer? Why was he heading for the short gastric artery?
[Interventional doctor, can you tell us if the short gastric artery is going to be okay? Is it the same as the uterine artery?]
As the direction of the micro-guide wire was confirmed, everyone's doubts grew.
Because they did not know much, they asked the interventional doctors.
[Unlike the uterine artery, once the short gastric artery is embolized, it will lead to ischemic necrosis of the stomach in a short period of time. As a result, it will have to be removed!]
It was rare for the interventional doctor to end his sentence with an exclamation mark.
One exclamation mark wasn't even enough, so he sent three more exclamation marks to express the shock in the depths of his heart.
If this was the first time the livestream number was broadcasting, everyone would think that it was a rookie who had failed the surgery.
However, after a few weeks and hundreds of surgeries being broadcasted, everyone who had doubted the number was mercilessly slapped in the face.
Now, no one dared to say that the host surgeon had failed the surgery. Under normal circumstances, those who dared to say such things would receive a resounding slap in the face within three minutes.
[Does the god have a new intention?]
[I don't know …]
[Just watch quietly. I have absolute trust in the god.]
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