Xie Yiren, Professor Rudolf Wagner, and Little Feng, who had been following Boss Zheng, quietly carrying a suitcase that was half the height of a person.
How big of an operation was this? Lao He was stunned.
"Lil Fugui, tell Zheng Ren that I'll perform this surgery with Dr. Liu. Tell him not to worry," Department Chief Kong said to Professor Rudolf Wagner as he stood by the car.
"Yup!" the professor said cheerfully.
Obviously, the professor was very happy to have the surgery at King's Hospital in London.
There were doctors he was familiar with on the other side. Most importantly, this operation was too big.
The surgery was a big one. Even a hospital like King's Hospital in London could not perform it. Now that he was going to perform it, it meant that his academic status would rise.
Although the King's Hospital was not famous for its cardiothoracic surgery, the cardiothoracic surgery was still very skilled.
The professor was looking forward to showing off in front of his peers.
After getting into the car, Lao He waved goodbye to Chief Xu and asked softly, "Lil Fugui, what does Boss Zheng want you to do?"
"What are you talking about? What do you want me to do? "Professor Rudolf Wagner said disdainfully.
"Uh …" Lao He was stunned for a moment. He immediately asked with a smile, "Didn't you say you want to do surgery? Are you planning to switch to interventional radiology? "
"The boss said that the position with the interlayer is too long, and the patient's old nose is troublesome. Marfan syndrome! If the stent is not placed after the surgery, there is still a possibility of an accident, so during the surgery, direct vision and interventional surgery must be combined with stent placement. "
Lao He was dumbfounded.
Taking off the stent was conceivable. Many case reports had described the elephant trunk surgery for Marfan syndrome. Some doctors had to place a stent under direct vision to open the aorta.
But Boss Zheng wanted direct vision and intervention combined with a stent? What was the point of doing this?
This was a question. Lao He hesitated for a moment before deciding to ask.
The surgery was too big. The more they knew before the surgery, the more accurate judgment they could make during the surgery.
"Lil Fugui, tell me. Why didn't Boss Zheng look directly at the stent?"
"I told you, the position of the dissection is too long. We can't cut many small incisions in the patient's aorta, right?" Professor Rudolf Wagner said, "Besides, even if you did that, it wouldn't be faster and better if I did it myself. The difference is at least a few millimeters! "
Lao He's heart trembled.
Was the surgery that difficult?
Normally, doctors refused to eat surgical threads. If it was possible, they would not subconsciously avoid wearing surgical threads during surgery.
Boss Zheng was the same. He would never make the surgery more troublesome just to show off his skills.
Just like the surgery for the valve tumor last time, Boss Zheng had prepared a deep hypothermic circulatory arrest surgery, but it was useless.
This time, he actually wanted to operate with a thread, just to reduce the gap of the intraoperative stent by a few millimeters.
This kind of precision requirement meant that the patient's condition was extremely serious. The surgery had to be very precise, and the tolerance for mistakes during the surgery was extremely low.
If that was the case, would he be able to do it?
In an instant, Lao He began to struggle.
"I asked Brother Yun. He said that all three brachiocephalic arteries have been torn. It's very serious!" Professor Rudolf Wagner made an exaggerated gesture. "What do you do on your side?"
"Sigh, it's said to be done in deep hypothermia."
"I knew it. Otherwise, why would they bring an anesthesiologist like you to the King's Hospital?" the professor said.
These words …
Lao He was also speechless.
However, that was indeed the case. Lao He also knew that the level of extracorporeal circulation in the King's Hospital was definitely not weak. Boss Zheng asked him to go, not because the anesthesiologist and extracorporeal circulation master could not do it, but because they needed a tacit understanding.
The surgery was huge. Wearing a lead apron in the operating theater, even sitting for a few hours would be exhausted. Moreover, the tolerance for mistakes was very low. Perhaps no mistakes were allowed at all.
'I have to be careful,' Lao He warned himself.
He stopped chatting with Professor Rudolf Wagner and sat alone in the last row. He closed his eyes and recalled all the technical essentials of the deep hypothermic circulation arrest.
Lao He slowly figured out how to cooperate to make Boss Zheng feel comfortable and not affect the progress of the surgery.
When they arrived at the Imperial Capital International Airport, they began to wait for the plane and board the plane. The group of people were very serious.
During the ten and a half hour journey, Lao He reviewed the deep hypothermic circulation arrest that he had already memorized dozens of times.
Even in his dreams after falling asleep, Lao He still dreamed of performing surgery.
When he got off the plane and walked out of the exit, he saw Zheng Ren and Su Yun standing there to welcome a group of people.
Usually, Xie Yiren would pick up Zheng Ren at the Imperial Capital International Airport. This kind of situation was very rare now.
"Lao He, I've prepared something for you," Su Yun said to Lao He mysteriously after everyone came out.
"Brother Yun, what is it?" Lao He was curious.
"How much do you know about ultrasound?" Su Yun asked.
"I can use ultrasound to look at pneumothorax." Lao He chuckled and showed off his skills to Su Yun.
Under normal circumstances, ultrasound could only look at solid organs. There was a problem with the echo of the gas. The difficulty of looking at pneumothorax was not ordinary.
Those who knew the ropes could tell the level of their skills with just one sentence.
"Sure!" Su Yun said with a smile. "I've prepared blood flow and embolus monitoring transcranial Doppler ultrasound for you."
"…" Lao He was speechless.
How could Su Yun have the nerve to say such a new technology that had not been used in clinical practice?
"The manual is over there. Hurry up and read it."
Lao He's nose and eyebrows were squeezed together. He looked at Su Yun bitterly and said, "Brother Yun, don't joke around."
"I'm not joking."
"New equipment. Can you do it just by reading the manual?" Lao He knew that he could not force himself at this time, so he said bluntly.
"It's fine. Don't you still have me?" Su Yun said. "What's with that expression?! Do you think I can't do it? "
Su Yun asked unhappily when he saw Lao He's eyebrows frown even tighter.
"Brother Yun, I'm just worried that I'll drag everyone down," Lao He said with a frown. He did not expect the surgery to even use the latest technology.
"Lao He, I'll remind you to use the medicine during the surgery," Zheng Ren said calmly and gently as he held Xie Yiren's hand.
Hearing what Boss Zheng said, Lao He felt confident.
"When will the surgery be done?" Lao He asked.
"When we arrive at the King's Hospital, we have two hours to familiarize ourselves with the machines and equipment," Zheng Ren said. "The patient's condition is not good. We have to hurry up with the surgery."
Lao He nodded.
Su Yun saw his serious expression and patted Lao He's shoulder. "Lao He, what do you think?"
"Brother Yun, to be honest, I'm afraid I won't be able to take it down," Lao He said honestly. "This … is a dilemma."
"There's no such thing as a dilemma. If you think it's difficult, then you're retreating!" Su Yun said with a smile. "Be brave and diligent. Your skills will always improve."
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