"It's bleeding?!" Chief Shao said in surprise. Then, he pressed the walkie-talkie. "Stop stepping on the line. I'll go in and do the surgery right away."
"Chief Shao, wait outside," Su Yun said. "The boss has already opened it. Boss, have you found the location of the aneurysm?"
"Chief Shao, did you bring the aneurysm clamp?" Zheng Ren's voice was very soft. It was obvious that he was speaking from a position far away from the walkie-talkie.
"Yes, yes." Chief Shao was covered in cold sweat. He originally thought that there was no need to bring any aneurysm clamp.
However, the last time Boss Zheng came to the neurosurgery department for a consultation, he directly brought a female student with a temporal injury to the stage for surgery. He also began to have a kind of confidence in Boss Zheng.
Confidence could not be accumulated and improved by rumors in the streets. Instead, it could only be generated by contact and seeing with one's own eyes.
"Su Yun, let Chief Shao in." Zheng Ren's voice floated out.
"Boss, I praise you! You're simply too capable. From interventional surgery to neurosurgery to general surgery, as long as the guide wire can reach the position, you can solve all of them with surgery! "Professor Rudolf Wagner took advantage of the time when Su Yun stopped stepping on the line and said loudly.
"Lil Fugui, you're late." Su Yun smiled at the professor outside the lead-lined glass and said, "You have to be punished."
"Brother Yun, don't blame me. I rushed here crookedly. It's already very fast! "Professor Rudolf Wagner complained.
"The boss doesn't care how far you live or how congested the road is," Su Yun said. "Just now, the boss said that he wants to take your name off the Nobel Prize list."
"Haha!" Although he knew that Su Yun was joking, Professor Rudolf Wagner was still shocked.
"Su Yun, stop fooling around," Zheng Ren said. "Lil Fugui, scrub your hands and go on stage. Su Yun, come with me to do the middle cerebral artery bypass."
"Boss, I'm a broad-minded doctor." Su Yun turned around and went off the stage. He tore off his sterile clothes and was still defending himself.
"Just give me a hand. Zeiss' microscope is not bad. Don't you want to take a look?" Zheng Ren said steadily.
Hearing Zheng Ren's tone, Su Yun was relieved.
There should be no problem.
"Lao He, are you alright?" Su Yun asked.
Lao He made a V gesture and said, "The extracorporeal membrane lung has reduced the burden on the patient's heart. and her condition is much better now. Boss Zheng, if you solve the problem of the aneurysm bleeding, I think she can survive. "
"There's no need to estimate. He'll definitely survive," Zheng Ren said firmly.
"Boss, tell me, can you hear any music when you're performing surgery?" Su Yun turned around and went to scrub his hands. He nagged as he walked.
Zheng Ren did not say anything and continued to operate under the microscope.
Lao He smiled. Boss Zheng pretended to be deaf and mute, but his attitude of not speaking showed his attitude.
Luck was on his side. If he did not play this kind of song during surgery, would he play a funeral music instead?
It was too inauspicious.
"Boss Zheng, can you do it?" Chairman Shao came in and asked softly when he saw Su Yun washing his hands.
"It should be fine. It's just a small aneurysm in the skull," Zheng Ren said.
It was just that … intracranial … microaneurysm …
Mr. Shao was speechless.
Before the rise of interventional surgery, intracranial aneurysm surgery was a watershed to distinguish whether a neurosurgeon's surgical skills were exaggerated or not.
The most important thing for a truly amazing neurosurgeon was to conquer aneurysms. Then there were the relatively rare diseases such as glioma.
"Boss Zheng, can I take a look?" Chairman Shao handed the clamp to the circulating nurse and asked in a low voice.
"Xinglin Garden is broadcasting live. The surgical field is much better than what you can see here." Zheng Ren smiled and said, "Go get your phone and watch."
Uh … Broadcasting aneurysm rupture. Moyamoya disease bypass surgery?
Chairman Shao shuddered and immediately ran out.
Because it was a hybrid operating theater, there was no signal at all. The signal in the operating room was only half as good as outside. Chairman Shao called out and said that if there was anything, he would call him and ran to the changing room to watch the live broadcast.
Soon, Su Yun came back after washing his hands. He put on his clothes again and the airtight lead door closed.
Professor Zhang stood alone in the operating room. Only Feng Xuhui and Liu Xiaojie were whispering beside him.
"Chief Zheng can perform aneurysm surgery. Remind me to prepare a few surgical clamps when I go back," Feng Xuhui said.
"How many?" Liu Xiaojie asked in surprise.
"Yes, I don't think it will take much. The situation this time is too special. Under normal circumstances, Chief Zheng's interventional surgery will block the aneurysm. There's no need to operate. "
"Then why do you need to operate?"
"Sigh, didn't I just say that we're going to do a middle cerebral artery bypass surgery to treat Moyamoya disease?" Feng Xuhui did not scold Liu Xiaojie. He just gave a simple explanation.
He was reflecting on himself.
Was he going to dabble in neurosurgery? Chief Zheng's exposure to other disciplines was much faster than his own learning speed.
Feng Xuhui was a little frustrated.
It seemed that the big box in front of him was not big enough. Did he have to change to a bigger box?
Professor Zhang watched in a daze as the aneurysm was clamped and the bleeding stopped. The airtight lead door opened and Professor Rudolf Wagner and Liu Zewei came out.
He could not understand why Chief Zheng could perform all kinds of surgeries.
The surgery could not be seen in the operating room, only the patient's ECG monitoring.
The heart rate was 102 beats per minute. It was sinus and very stable. There had been no change for more than 30 minutes.
The ECMO allowed the patient's fragile heart to rest. Overall, the patient's condition was improving bit by bit.
"Old Zhang, what are you doing?" Lin Ge walked in and patted Professor Zhang's shoulder.
"Uh …" Professor Zhang was speechless.
How should he answer? Could he say that he was worshiping Chief Zheng here?
However, Lin Ge only greeted him and did not expect Professor Zhang to speak. Even if Professor Zhang said anything, he could not hear it.
Lin Ge walked straight into the operating theater. "Chief Zheng, the legal documents have been signed. It went very smoothly."
"Chief Lin, the surgery also went very smoothly." Lao He sat on a round stool, wearing a lead apron as he looked at the various indicators of the ECMO.
"It'll definitely go smoothly. Do you even need to think about it?" Lin Ge's hearty laughter was mixed with the song of good luck. Professor Zhang listened to it a little ear-piercing.
"How far have you gone?" Lin Ge then asked. "This is the disadvantage of neurosurgery. The surgical area is too small."
"The boss is doing the superficial temporal artery temporal branch stump.
End-to-side anastomosis of the artery type, "Su Yun said lightly.
Unfortunately, Lin Ge did not understand what M4 segment anastomosis meant.
He just smiled. From Su Yun's words, the surgery should be finished soon.
"Doctor Su, have you also learned neurosurgery?" Lin Ge asked.
"No, I've just seen a few surgeries." Su Yun helped seriously. This was a live broadcast of the surgery. He had to show his strongest surgical skills.
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