Mu Tao was stunned for a moment, but he immediately felt relieved. He had finished the surgery, so the focus would definitely be on the doctor who had not finished the surgery.
The projection screen in the demonstration room was the screen opposite the surgery. The guide wire was being superselected, and the technique was very skillful.
This technique … looks so familiar.
Mu Tao was a little absent-minded. He walked to Old Wu's side and accidentally knocked his knee on the chair, causing him to grimace in pain.
"How old are you? Why are you still so careless and careless?" Old Wu glanced at him and scolded softly.
Mu Tao did not seem to hear it. He looked at the operation in front of him in surprise. Could it be that the professors were not watching the surgery but were collectively watching the live broadcast of Xinglin Garden's surgery?
"Sit down and watch carefully," Old Wu said softly as he continued watching the livestream.
Mu Tao was very familiar with Old Wu. From the tone of his voice, Mu Tao knew that his teacher was on the verge of going berserk.
When Old Wu was young, he had a bad temper. As he grew older, he paid attention to controlling it and rarely got angry.
He hurriedly sat down, not daring to anger his teacher lest he suffered.
"Teacher, are we watching Xinglin Garden's live broadcast?" Mu Tao asked softly.
"What livestream? This is an ongoing surgery," Elder Wu said.
"…" Mu Tao was taken aback for a moment before he took a closer look.
The more he looked at the image, the more familiar it became. Mu Tao tried hard to recall. A few seconds later, he slapped his thigh. Wasn't this the scan he had seen at the CT scan that night, the one who claimed to be his boss, a young doctor from a remote city like Sea City?
"What the hell are you doing?!" Old Wu was shocked and shouted angrily.
"Teacher, I know this person." Mu Tao hurriedly said, calming his teacher's anger.
"Professor Pei told me about it. Of course I know."
"No, I saw him in the 64-slice CT room the night I went for the 3D reconstruction," Mu Tao said.
"Hmm?" Old Wu was interested.
"At that time, he was looking at the image. I didn't see him reconstruct it," Mu Tao said.
"He must have done it afterwards. Every blood vessel he selected had a purpose and was very accurate." Old Wu said calmly, "That's not the main point. The main point is that he used a certain method to distinguish the nodules of liver cirrhosis from the nodules of small liver cancer."
Mu Tao was silent.
That day, that night, that radiographic films.
Impossible!
That was impossible!
Mu Tao was suddenly dazed.
Three-dimensional CT reconstruction was possible for large solid tumors.
However, the radiographic films he saw that night showed that the liver was filled with countless cirrhosis nodules and suspected tissues that were similar to cancer and nodules.
A 64-slice 3D reconstruction of a suspected small nodule could be done in one layer. How could he go against the flow to find the blood vessel? Not to mention distinguishing between benign and malignant nodules.
Wasn't this a joke? Rebuild everything? The workload was so huge that it made one's hair stand on end. And choose the suspicious lesion nodules? From Mu Tao's point of view, even a hundred of them were suspicious. It would be quite troublesome to rebuild them.
If it were him, he might not be able to finish it even if he worked on it for two days.
However, Mu Tao immediately saw a few focus points that had been successfully embolized.
The perfect embolization was not at the level of an average doctor who filled the liver with iodine oil. Instead, it was done one by one with extreme delicacy.
He fell silent.
His previous complacency and arrogance seemed so ignorant now.
Since when did a small place like Sea City have such an amazing interventional doctor?
Old Wu was an old professor who was close to becoming an academician. He was one of the first people in the country to get involved in interventional radiology. Even his own teacher, Wu Haishi, should not have such a standard. Who was performing the surgery?
Was it the young doctor who could not even remember his own face? The one with a low EQ who called himself boss?
Impossible, absolutely impossible!
Mu Tao's mood sank. The difference between before and after was so great that it could not be overcome.
The eight abnormal images that appeared after the angiography were embolized one by one. The technique was exquisite and delicate, like an artist completing an unprecedented masterpiece.
When the last small nodule of the tumor was embolized, the surgeon began to do another angiography. There were no abnormal images in the entire liver.
There was an uproar in the demonstration classroom. The old professors were not stingy with their praise and applause. All of them were given to the surgeon in the video.
Amazing! Mu Tao also applauded after he came to his senses.
"I think that he should perform the surgery." Old Wu was the first to express his opinion.
The others expressed their agreement.
Mu Tao was a little depressed, but he could also understand.
Although the young doctor was relatively slow, he had done what he could not do. No matter how fast he was, it was not enough.
It seemed that after his surgery speed reached its limit, he still had to slow down. Mu Tao thought to himself.
"Just one surgery? Isn't it too hasty? "Jin Yaowu's voice came from behind.
He had just finished the selected patient and only saw the last segment of the angiography.
When everyone unanimously agreed to choose this surgeon as the executor of the scientific research surgery, Jin Yaowu was the first to question it.
"Yaowu, come and sit," Professor Pei said as he patted the chair beside him.
Jin Yaowu strode to Professor Pei's side. His courage and indignation earlier had disappeared under the strange gazes of the professors. The more he walked, the more guilty he felt. He lowered his head, not daring to meet Professor Pei's eyes.
"Yaowu, this is the surgeon's seventh surgery," Professor Pei said calmly.
"…" Jin Yaowu was stunned.
He was not the only one. Mu Tao was stunned as well.
The seventh surgery? He had performed three surgeries, but the surgeon had already performed seven?
This must be a fantasy.
The psychological construction that Mu Tao had just prepared for himself collapsed again in an instant.
The surgery was not slow, but fast and accurate …
Why had he not heard of such a person before?
Did he emerge from a crack in a rock?
"Complete the remaining surgeries seriously. There must be no accountability issues," an old professor said sternly. An old professor said solemnly, "Get me a copy of the surgery video. I'll go back and watch it again."
Since they had found the person they should be looking for, the professors did not disperse. Instead, they whispered to each other.
Although the surgeon they had chosen had 'competed' and failed, it was not something to be proud of. However, their attention was clearly elsewhere. The fact that the surgeon could accurately distinguish benign and malignant liver nodules attracted their attention.
"I'll have to study it when I get back," Old Wu said calmly as he glanced longingly at the image at the end of the video.
"Teacher, don't you think his technique is similar to the one in Xinglin Garden's video?" Mu Tao asked in a low voice.
"It's somewhat similar, but I don't think it's the same surgeon." Old Wu pondered and said, "Doctor Zheng from Sea City gave me a slightly jerky feeling. Some of the details weren't handled particularly well. It's just that he has mastered the 64-slice 3D reconstruction technique like you. He's just a little further along than you. "
After listening to Old Wu's analysis, Mu Tao understood.
This was a brand new technology. Being the first had the advantage of being the first, but he had a better platform and a higher-level teacher, so his future must be better than that Boss Zheng, right?
Just as Mu Tao was about to leave, an old voice came from the door. "Is Zheng Ren here?"
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