"To the interventional radiology room," Su Yun said just as Zheng Ren was about to make the call.
"Oh." Zheng Ren did not ask how Su Yun knew about it. If he did, he would probably be rebuked by the sarcastic sissy.
"If you can do it, just do it. If you can't, just come down. It's not a coward," Su Yun said as they walked.
"Are we doing the surgery here legal?" Zheng Ren suddenly remembered a big problem and asked.
Su Yun sneered. "By the time you think about it, the cucumber would be cold."
"…"
"The patient's informed consent has already been signed. None of the patients would object to the surgery performed by the top experts in the country. Photocopies of your and my medical certificates, licenses, and ID cards have also been submitted to the medical administration division. There's no problem at all, "Su Yun said.
Zheng Ren was relieved. He had been so caught up in the diagnosis and judgment of the patient's condition that he had forgotten about such an important matter. However, it was no wonder that such routine work was handled by the hospital.
Fortunately, Su Yun was here. From the looks of it, he was a perfect assistant.
However, whether Su Yun thought so or not, he did not know.
Perhaps the veterinary hospital was more attractive to him.
"If you can't perform the surgery, don't force yourself. There are professors downstairs. Don't force yourself, "Su Yun said patiently." You were sweating just now and your body was weak. Tell me, did you do something shameful behind my back last night? "
"…" Zheng Ren was speechless.
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The patients were sent to the operating table at eight o 'clock sharp.
A doctor repeatedly checked the patient's medical records and scans. After confirming that there were no errors, the six surgeries began simultaneously.
Mu Tao was in a good mood. He had sorted out the data of three patients and performed retrograde 64-slice CT scans with 3D-image reconstruction.
Because of the reconstruction, he felt like he had complete control over the patient's condition. It was a great feeling!
There was no need to worry about accidents during the surgery.
Mu Tao glanced at Old Wu and saw that the old professors were chatting. He smiled as he turned to leave.
After changing his clothes, a family doctor became Mu Tao's assistant.
He started to scrub in. Jin Yaowu and the others were almost at the same time. Everyone was on the same starting line.
Mu Tao felt that there was no need to compare. This was just a formality.
He had mastered the core technology that others did not and could reduce surgery accidents to almost zero. Was there a need to compare? It was completely unnecessary!
The doctor from Sea City was smart enough to find an excuse to leave before the surgery. As for Jin Yaowu and the others, hehe, they would soon be slapped in the face by the truth!
Mu Tao was not too proud of himself. He began to recall the radiographic films of the patients who were about to be operated on.
There was a blood vessel that came down from the renal artery. If it was done by someone else, there was a high chance that they would have missed this blood vessel.
Even if the surgeon was serious and responsible and found the blood vessel in the end, the surgery would undoubtedly take a long time. The patient and the surgeon would have to endure more X-rays.
The patient he had chosen was really lucky.
The learning and promotion of new technologies were very important. If not for the live broadcast from the Montreal Medical Center in Canada, he would not have thought of coming here.
He put on his lead apron and began to scrub his hands.
After that, Mu Tao returned to the operating theater steadily. The family doctor had already laid out the sterile sheet and was waiting for him to perform the arterial cannulation.
Mu Tao knew that there was a live broadcast of the surgery in the demonstration room of the operating theater. Each surgery occupied a small screen. If someone wanted to take a closer look, the image would be enlarged for the professors to study and evaluate.
Today, he would definitely be the center of attention.
Standing in front of the operating table, Mu Tao was not in a hurry.
Pure pursuit of speed had already put him at a disadvantage.
He first calmed down and checked the patient's name. Then, he carefully looked at the radiographic films hanging on the radiographic film viewer and recalled the 64-slice 3D image reconstruction.
This patient had a tumor blood vessel that branched from the renal artery. It was a very difficult type to perform. If not for the 64-slice CT scan with 3D-image reconstruction, Mu Tao felt that he would have to perform this surgery for more than three hours.
Now, however, he could finish it in a little more than half an hour.
His mind quickly recalled and calculated the patient's surgical path. Then, Mu Tao picked up the arterial cannulation needle with confidence.
The arterial cannulation hit the nail on the head.
After inserting the arterial sheath and inserting the guide wire, Mu Tao estimated the length and turned on the imaging system at the right time.
The surgery was very smooth. There was no reckless superselection of blood vessels to find the tumor blood vessel. Instead, he targeted the hepatic artery first, injected medicine, embolized, and then continued to look for the renal artery.
As expected, there was a blood vessel at the branch of the renal artery that went straight to the liver. Although it was winding and winding, as long as he found it and superselected it carefully, it would be fine.
At this time, the professors in the surgical demonstration classroom must be dumbfounded. Mu Tao imagined the situation and was secretly pleased.
The surgery was done casually and smoothly. Mu Tao felt comfortable and proud.
The reason for this was because he had figured out the source of the tumor blood vessel. He reckoned that by the end of the surgery, the professors would be full of praise for him.
However, this was just the beginning. Mu Tao used more than half an hour to complete the surgery.
With the family doctor applying pressure to stop the bleeding, Mu Tao went to the waiting room to rest.
The others had not come down yet. It seemed that he had an advantage in terms of time.
Mu Tao could not think of anyone who would be better than him. The time was short and the surgery was difficult.
He sat on the chair in the operating room and closed his eyes to rest.
This was just the beginning! Today, he must make all the professors look at him in a different light.
The second surgery …
The third surgery …
Everything went smoothly. Mu Tao used two hours and fifteen minutes to complete the surgery for the three patients he selected.
The surgery was very beautiful. Mu Tao praised himself. This was not arrogance, but confidence. The confidence of an outstanding doctor.
The confidence of a surgeon who had mastered the core technique!
"Teacher Mu, you should rest. Today's surgery was very beautiful. I've learned a lot," the family doctor next to Mu Tao said with admiration.
"Don't call me that. I'm not a teacher. Just call me Brother Mu." Mu Tao smiled.
"It's only right that you call me teacher. Your technique is too skillful, better than many professors," the young doctor refused and said stubbornly.
Mu Tao could tell that the young doctor's praise came from the bottom of his heart.
However, he only smiled faintly with a bit of arrogance.
The young doctor could not see the real key point. His level was limited to his proficiency in the surgery.
"Learn well. You can do it too," Mu Tao encouraged him.
"Yes, I will." The young doctor nodded seriously.
He took off the lead apron and was covered in sweat.
Wearing the lead apron that weighed dozens of kilograms, Mu Tao found it difficult to perform extremely delicate operations even though he was less than forty years old.
Mu Tao did not take a shower like he did in Shenzhen Development Zone People's Hospital.
Instead, he went straight to the surgical demonstration classroom in the isolation suit, drenched in sweat.
The professors should be praising his surgery now. Mu Tao could not help but smile when he thought of this.
It might have taken a long time, but it was different from some interventional surgeries that took fifteen minutes. He did not place the catheter on the hepatic artery and did an irresponsible infusion of chemotherapy.
The tumor embolization was very complete. Mu Tao even had a strong sense of confidence that every detail of the surgery was almost perfect.
Almost perfect!
Mu Tao believed that even if Old Wu went on stage, he would not have done it as cleanly as he did.
This was not to say that Old Wu was not skilled enough. It was just that Old Wu was in his sixties. It was very difficult for him to go on stage in a lead apron.
Many old people's backs and legs would ache after carrying thirty to forty kilograms of rice and flour for a while, let alone wearing lead aprons for surgery.
If surgeons' golden years were between thirty to sixty years old, interventional surgeons' golden years were only between thirty-five to forty-five years old.
This was under the condition that they were taught by famous teachers and had already started at thirty-five years old.
Most interventional surgeons in the country fumbled on their own. They were past their golden years and could not reach maturity.
It was just as Mu Tao had imagined. The professors were all sitting upright and attentively watching the big screen. There was a projection of a surgery being projected.
However …
It was different from the script he had imagined …
It was not a playback of his own surgery, but an ongoing surgery!
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