After Dr. Jesse told Edwards about the tenured professor's experience, he did not know what happened next. He sat leisurely in his room, looking at the information of the gastric fundus and left gastric artery embolization surgery.
As an expert in the field of intervention, Jesse had mixed feelings about the tenured professor on the other side of the ocean.
Because of his high level, he had an accurate assessment of the TIPS surgery that was broadcast live five days a week in the surgery broadcast room at night.
Dr. Jesse had to admit that his skills were very high. However, he did not try to compare. After all, the 'field' was different. If he tried to compare for the sake of comparison, he would only be humiliating himself in the end.
Dr. Jesse admitted the level of the youngest tenured professor in the history of Johns Hopkins Hospital, but it did not mean that he was not jealous.
Recently, there had been more and more rumors about the tenured professor. There were all kinds of rumors. Some people even said that he was a member of the Bruch family.
The Nobel Prize in Medicine had not been awarded to a clinical surgical method for more than half a century. With the young tenured professor's efforts, the ice broke. Dr. Jesse could even hear the creaking sound of the icebreaker.
However, it was useless to be jealous. Dr. Jesse had a very accurate understanding of this.
Challenging the overlord of the academic world who was thirty years younger than him. As long as one's brain was not damaged, one would not do such a boring and extremely dangerous thing.
Dr. Jesse was sure that if he questioned and challenged the young tenured professor, his academic status might be trampled repeatedly in less than ten years.
It was better to do his own research. The gastric fundus and left gastric artery embolization were very effective for obesity and treatment-resistant diabetes patients. There were many paths in medicine. There was no need to compete with the tenured professor.
Dr. Jesse was very sure that the research he was engaged in had a very broad prospect. Although the patients still had some minor problems after the surgery, the research had already entered the clinical stage. It was much better than Edwards' research.
Most importantly, he was at the forefront of the world. Dr. Jesse was sure that no one could walk faster than him.
The doctor from Shanghai was very capable. He tirelessly performed the surgery and summarized the postoperative data. One person's workload was equivalent to three or four people's. Dr. Jesse was satisfied with this.
The paper had already been sent to The Lancet. Should he have a chat with his old friend?
Dr. Jesse smiled as he opened his phone and sent a greeting message to an editor he had worked with for a long time.
Soon, there was a reply.
Dr. Jesse took a look and was immediately stunned.
There was actually a competitor for the gastric fundus and left gastric artery embolization?! The man politely stated that he would try his best to help Dr. Jesse's project if it was possible.
Dr. Jesse looked at the reply blankly. It said that he would try his best to help if it was possible, which meant that most impossible situations were possible.
He was sure that the other party was just being polite.
He had never heard of any top medical institution doing similar research. Dr. Jesse was confused, but he did not hang up the phone. He immediately asked for the other party's information.
However, to his disappointment, the editor, who was supposed to be his old friend, started to vaguely change the topic. He talked about the weather, breakfast, the cat at home, and even mentioned this year's Nobel Prize.
It's over! Dr. Jessia thought.
Usually, this meant that his article would not be published first.
He had completed 122 surgeries, and there was a detailed postoperative follow-up and discussion. For a top journal like The Lancet, which focused more on clinical surgery, there was no reason for them to reject his article.
Dr. Jessie closed the email. His mocking of Mr. Edwards turned into ashes.
He thought about it carefully for a long time and decided to ask in person.
After booking the first flight, Dr. Jesse hurried on his journey. Today, his research was still continuing. Jin Yaowu was performing surgery in the operating theater.
The surgery went very smoothly. There were some problems that were not solved after the surgery, but Jin Yaowu was in a very good mood after the surgery.
He hummed a tune, adjusted the data, and saved the paper that he had completed and repeatedly reviewed.
The data was detailed, and the theory was … sufficient, he thought. After the surgery, 88.2% of the patients recovered well. It was just that the pain lasted a little longer.
However, 11.8% of the patients had various complications. Although it was not particularly serious, some patients infected with Sarcococcus were particularly troublesome.
These patients still needed to undergo a long period of medical treatment after the surgery. It was not as simple and minimally invasive as he had imagined at the beginning.
Although the big boss, Dr. Jesse, had improved the surgery a few times, the effect was minimal.
Jin Yaowu had also expected this. This kind of surgery was not a successful one. It still needed to be improved in a long period of clinical application.
These 'flaws' were expected and could not be completely avoided. It was normal for surgery to have complications. It would be a surprise if there were none.
In his opinion, the information in his hand was already relatively perfect. No matter what, the most perfect one was impossible to achieve.
After saving the information, Jin Yaowu let out a long sigh.
The surgery had to continue and the surgical method had to be perfected. This was just the beginning. However, after dozens of days of hard work, he felt that the surgery had reached a certain level. This was an all-round improvement.
He looked out the window and wanted to smile, but he felt a little heavy. His smile was very jerky, like the withered weeds on the grassland in autumn.
Every time he was free, Jin Yaowu would think about what Boss Zheng was doing in Imperial Capital.
When Jin Yaowu thought of Boss Zheng, he felt a small thorn in his heart that made him feel uncomfortable.
Who cares!
He walked his own path and he walked his own wooden bridge. Like a spineless follower like Mu Tao? Jin Yaowu could not do it.
Bootlicker! Jin Yaowu thought about when he was talking to Mu Tao in Imperial Capital. Every time he mentioned Boss Zheng, Mu Tao's tone and expression would have a heartfelt respect … It could even be said to be worship.
A dignified professor, the leader of the country's intervention in the middle generation, had actually become a bootlicker. Who would believe it!
He had to work hard. Jin Yaowu clenched his fists and thought to himself.
Ever since he chose the gastric fundus and left gastric artery embolization, there was no way out. He knew this in his heart.
Work hard!
Work hard!
Jin Yaowu encouraged himself.
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