The patient was already on the operating table for surgery, so Zheng Ren did not continue to care about the patient.
He believed that he was capable of performing craniotomy, but his surgery completion rate was much lower than that of cardiothoracic surgery, general surgery, and interventional radiology.
Although he had performed intracranial surgery on the M4 segment blood vessel and could, in a sense, lead a team in the neurosurgery department, he had no interest in it.
After reading Little Shitou's medical record, Zheng Ren entered the System and chose to purchase surgical training.
The system's operating theater rose from the ground, and Little Shitou's surgical training began. He had done it once or twice in the past, but the difficulty of the operation was too high. After failing, he had never tried it again.
Moreover, it was completely dark in front of him. He could not perform surgery for the sake of surgery. If there was not enough profit, Zheng Ren felt that it was unnecessary to let Little Stone endure more surgery pain.
However, after chatting with Little Shitou, the child was full of optimism and fearlessness. Moreover, he really wanted to continue living.
Even if there was a 1% chance that Little Stone could live for a while longer, these sufferings were not in vain. Zheng Ren wanted to give it a try.
His surgical training ended in failure again, but he still managed to find a positive trend.
With the bonus of the [Scholar] title, his Peak Level Surgery Skill was pushed to the next level.
Even if it failed, the surgery seemed to have improved compared to before, and there was even some hope.
The failure point was the removal of the fourth cervical vertebra.
Zheng Ren did not know if the System categorized cervical spine surgery as neurosurgery or orthopedics, but he knew that if he wanted to successfully complete the fourth cervical spine surgery, he had to be at the peak level.
Right now, he only had one Apex Skill Book.
This book was given by the Nobel Prize mission. It was the final reward for a large-scale continuous mission. It was impossible for the System to give a similar skill book in a short period of time.
Zheng Ren could not come up with any good ideas after much thought.
In fact, he guessed that regardless of whether it was the neurosurgery department or the orthopedics department, as long as they were at the peak level, it would not be a problem for them to win this surgery.
However, he still had to think about it carefully.
"Boss, Little Stone, are you only preparing for the airway stent or major surgery?" Su Yun asked when he saw Zheng Ren raise his head.
"I'll think about it," Zheng Ren said.
"A few societies invited you to give a speech, but I rejected them," Su Yun said with a smile.
Zheng Ren nodded. The mail in the mailbox was from unfamiliar people. In the past few days, there had been people looking for him through the hospital and Department Chief Kong, but they had all been rejected with the excuse of being sick.
'It seems like it is not a big deal to get sick after winning a prize. At least I have a legitimate reason to refuse to attend all kinds of boring meetings,' Zheng Ren thought to himself.
It could be considered a blessing in disguise.
Thinking about Little Shitou's surgical plan, Zheng Ren repeatedly designed and deduced it.
"Su Yun, have you printed Little Rock's 3D model?"
"You want it with blood circulation. The simulated blood will only arrive later today. I've contacted the technicians. I think we can do surgery training tomorrow." Su Yun looked at Zheng Ren and knew that he still wanted to perform major surgery.
However, the success rate of the surgery … was really hard to say.
However, Su Yun did not stop him this time. The Nobel Prize was already in his hands. Moreover, after meeting Little Stone and his mother, Wen Xiaonuan, Su Yun felt that the possibility of a problem was not high.
Even if the surgery failed and Little Shitou died on the operating table, he would only die a week or two earlier. At most, he would die a month or two earlier, which would save him a lot of suffering.
3D printed mannequins. The ones that the students trained in were the ones that did not have any blood flow. The price of real blood flow was extremely expensive. Zheng Ren was the only one in the medical team who could enjoy this treatment.
Moreover, this kind of thing had to be thrown away after being used once. There was no possibility of reuse.
He sat in Cui Lao's consultation room in the emergency department until it was time to get off work. Then, he went home to eat. Zheng Ren threw all his thoughts aside and enjoyed the fun of family life in peace.
It was said that home was a warm harbor. Zheng Ren increasingly understood this point. Especially when he was sick, holding the hand of the person he loved, his heart would not feel so empty and uncomfortable.
Life was a habit. Bit by bit, day by day, until the end of time.
The next day, the days repeated themselves like a copy and paste. There was nothing new.
Although he had already won the Nobel Prize, the TIPS surgery still had to be done. The Nobel Prize was not the end but the starting point for the TIPS surgery.
Looking at Lin Yuan, who was gradually growing up, and Gao Shaojie, who had broken through his previous bottleneck, Zheng Ren was a little gratified.
After the surgery, Su Yun went to supervise the production of the 3D model. Xie Yiren and Chang Yue made an appointment to do skin care at noon. Zheng Ren had no choice but to go to the cafeteria alone to eat.
Eating was really a very troublesome thing for Zheng Ren. He could not enjoy it at all. However, if he did not want to have hypoglycemia, he still had to eat.
He slowly walked past the patient's cafeteria and saw Little Shitou sitting alone on a chair, trying hard to eat.
He obviously did not have much appetite. Every mouthful of food was like medicine with a bitter taste. It was very unpleasant to eat, but he had to eat it.
Zheng Ren understood this feeling too well. He sympathized with Little Shitou and himself.
His heart skipped a beat. He did not go to the doctor's cafeteria to eat. Instead, he went there to get a mouthful of food and sat opposite Little Shitou.
"Brother." Little Shitou saw Zheng Ren sit down and tried his best to smile.
Zheng Ren nodded and did not say anything.
Little Shitou looked at the food in front of him. He was a little worried, but he still ate one bite at a time. The cooking in the 912's cafeteria could not be said to be bad. The standard was above average. The taste … was just so-so. It was edible.
The two of them did not communicate much. They were silent as they faced the food in front of them and tried their best to swallow it.
Zheng Ren did not ask why Wen Xiaonuan did not come, and Little Shitou did not ask about the surgery a few days ago. They were silent as the two of them struggled with the food on their plates.
As the two of them worked hard, the food was reduced bit by bit.
The tumor on Little Shitou's neck made it very difficult for him to lower his head, especially when he swallowed. He had to use a lot of strength. Not only did the tumor oppress the airway, but it also affected the esophagus.
Even eating had to be done very hard. This kind of life was indeed quite hard.
Zheng Ren was focused on eating. He did not seem to notice Little Shitou's firm and persistent expression and his strong will to accumulate some energy for his body.
"I'm full!" Little Shitou put down his chopsticks first and said as if he had been relieved of a heavy burden.
"I'm full too." Zheng Ren shoved the last grain of rice on the plate into his mouth and took the plate back to the staff cafeteria.
When he passed by Little Shitou, he used his hand to touch Little Shitou's hairless head.
It was like touching a hard stone, only slightly warm.
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