Su Yun used the microscope to observe carefully and learn every step of his boss's operation. It did not seem to be difficult, but Su Yun knew that this was the most advanced surgical method of the fusion of interventional surgery and surgery.
In the past, when he saw his boss perform general surgery, he had wondered if the cardiothoracic surgery was better than what he had shown. Previously, he did not appear to be doing very well because there was no need.
Once it was necessary, the boss would naturally improve his level and perform the surgery smoothly.
Today, it was indeed the case.
Su Yun's heart was weighed down by two heavy stones. One was that the call from the Nobel Prize had not arrived, which meant that he might not be able to win the Nobel Prize this year. The second stone was why his boss's surgical level was so high.
When the second stone appeared, the depression about the Nobel Prize had disappeared.
It did not matter if he could not win the Nobel Prize in a year. In the future, Su Yun was confident that he would live until the day he won the Nobel Prize.
However, why was his boss's surgical level so high? It was so high that he could barely see his shadow.
He suddenly thought of a saying — the Master of the Academy walked step by step, the Master of the Academy rushed, the Master of the Academy rushed, the Master of the Academy rushed, the Master of the Academy rushed, the Master of the Academy ran so fast that the Master of the Academy could not catch up to him!
Why could he not catch up to him?
Under Zheng Ren's meticulous technique, the surgery was slowly pushed forward. He removed the diseased aortic valve and removed the abscess under the valve. The abscess was deep.
Su Yun did not sigh with emotion that the patient's valve infection was so serious. His heart was heavy, and his boss's figure was a little further away.
Zheng Ren removed the root of the anterior mitral valve, part of the aortic wall, and the connected left atrial roof. The overall surgery did not bleed much. The slightly larger capillary bleeding was prevented in advance by Zheng Ren.
Then, Zheng Ren cut the autogenous pericardium that had been treated with glutaraldehyde and repaired the anterior mitral valve. He then repaired the left atrial roof and continued to repair the defective aortic wall.
Teflon with gasket interrupted suture was implanted into the 23 # Medtronic biological aortic valve.
Prolene continued to suture the autogenous pericardium and expand the aortic root incision.
The surgery was done cleanly and efficiently. There were only specks of blood on the gauze in Zhao Yunlong's hand. The entire surgery only used one piece of gauze.
It was over just like that? Both Zhao Yunlong and Su Yun were surprised.
After rewarming, the aorta was opened and defibrillated once at 30 watts per second. As a precaution, a temporary pacing wire was placed in the right ventricular epicardium. The pacing rhythm was set at 90 beats per minute.
Assist the circulation, balance the temperature and volume, then slowly stop the extracorporeal circulation. Remove the cardiac intubation and neutralize the heparin.
"Chest closure. The surgery is over," Zheng Ren said softly.
The surgery was done perfectly!
Before the chest was closed, the completion rate of the surgery had already reached 98%. Zheng Ren did not turn around and leave the stage like usual.
He was very curious about what kind of changes would happen if he had a 100% surgical completion rate, coupled with the additional 10% surgical completion rate given by the Scholar title.
Rinse, close the chest and tighten the steel wire.
For the few people standing on the operating table, these things could not be any easier.
Su Yun was silent. Zhao Yunlong was also silent. Professor Chen, who was standing behind Zheng Ren, was even more silent.
Was Boss Zheng's surgery so good?!
It was hard to imagine that there would be people who would perform coronary angiography before performing cardiac surgery. They would then compare the images while completing such a difficult surgery.
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Director Yan sat in his office. He did not go home, nor did he go to the big conference room.
He looked at the lights of the operating theater. The computer in front of him was playing the live broadcast of the surgery.
'Boss Zheng's mentality is really good,' Director Yan thought to himself. The Nobel Prize did not seem to have any effect on him.
If it was necessary to perform surgery, he would perform surgery. If it was necessary to perform emergency treatment, he would perform emergency treatment. From the looks of the surgery process, there were no mistakes at all. It was even better than Director Yan's expectations.
He recalled the pause at the beginning of the surgery. He originally thought that Boss Zheng was uneasy and the surgery was going to collapse. However, he did not expect the scene to change very quickly. It was a coronary angiography.
This was a suspicious point. Director Yan immediately called the relevant doctors, but no one knew why a coronary angiography was needed before the second valve replacement surgery.
However, after watching the live broadcast of the surgery, Director Yan could more or less understand the reason behind it.
Boss Zheng wanted to find the capillaries of the coronary artery branches and try his best to avoid and reduce damage, which was conducive to the patient's recovery. The reason was very easy to think about. Everyone understood it, but it was too difficult to do it.
It was really … a pity.
Director Yan saw that the valve replacement surgery was completed and Boss Zheng was washing up in the live broadcast. He sighed and looked out of the window at the brightly lit operating theater in the dark night.
The distance was very far, and the angle was not very ideal. He could vaguely see the figures of people in the operating theater, but he did not know if it was the operating theater where Boss Zheng was.
The surgery was done so well. If there was another Nobel Prize, no one would be able to shake Boss Zheng's position in the domestic medical circle for the next 20 years.
Thinking about it, Director Yan smiled. What was wrong with him? Wasn't it normal not to get it? How many years did it take for Tu Youyou to become a Nobel Prize winner?
He was still too greedy.
Director Yan still remembered that when Department Chief Kong introduced Doctor Zheng Ren from Sea City, his identity as a Nobel Prize candidate was enough for him to parachute into the 912. At that time, his choice was really wise.
He picked up his phone and gently slid his right thumb across the black screen, as if he was thinking about something.
After a few seconds, Director Yan turned on his phone and dialed Department Chief Kong's number.
"Department Chief Kong, are you in the operating theater?"
"Is there any news?"
"Yes, got it."
After a brief understanding of the situation, Director Yan hung up the phone and sighed softly.
More than two hours ago, other than the Biology and Medicine Awards, the other winners had all received calls.
However, in these two hours, there was no new news that anyone had won the Biology and Medicine Awards. At first, Director Yan still had a glimmer of hope, but Department Chief Kong said that there was no news from his side.
It seemed that Department Chief Kong still wanted to say something, but Director Yan was in a bad mood. He could not be bothered to listen and directly hung up the phone.
"Old Yuan, go to the conference room to receive the media. I'm not feeling well." Since Boss Zheng did not win the Nobel Prize, Director Yan did not want to appear. He used the landline to call Deputy Director Yuan.
At this time, the relevant hospital leaders did not go home, just as Director Yan had guessed. All of them stayed in their own offices, waiting anxiously.
To Director Yan, this was a disappointing night.
He began to slowly turn off the computer. He was already twisting the wire. There was nothing worth watching. The patient's vital signs were stable, and the surgery was successful. Boss Zheng personally performed the surgery. Shouldn't it be successful?
He smiled and sighed again. The surgery was done well, but it was still useless. The Nobel Prize had not been awarded to a clinician for more than half a century. Boss Zheng's surgical technique was so strong, and the improved TIPS surgical technique … Forget it, he did not even win the Nobel Prize for organ transplantation. It was reasonable for Boss Zheng not to win it.
Director Yan turned off the live broadcast interface of the surgery, feeling lost.
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