Peng Jia felt a chill on his back as he brought Old Shen upstairs.
It was true that Boss Zheng had won the Nobel Prize. However, he had won the Nobel Prize with interventional surgery. Usually, the live broadcast of the surgery was mainly general surgery and cardiothoracic surgery. In Peng Jia's memory, he had never performed neurosurgery or orthopedic surgery.
This time, he had attracted a great god. Peng Jia complained in his heart.
With Old Shen's academic status, a casual word from him would cause a small earthquake. No matter how young and energetic Boss Zheng was, the one who would be injured in the end would definitely be Xinglin Garden.
Peng Jia kept complaining, but he managed his expression well and did not show any abnormal emotions.
"Old Shen, Boss Zheng is a doctor from the General Surgery Department. Later, he changed his profession to interventional surgery. He's really not good at orthopedic surgery. If there's anything I can't do well, you have to give me more advice. " Peng Jia complained, but he and Old Shen were still mentally prepared. They helped Boss Zheng say some gentle words.
"Boss Zheng's orthopedic surgery is not good? Who did you hear that from? "Although Academician Shen's legs were a little weak, he was still very energetic and his reaction was extremely fast. He immediately caught a 'flaw' in Peng Jia's words and asked directly.
"Uh …"
"A few months ago, Boss Zheng performed a second hip replacement surgery in Nanyang. Do you know about it?" Chief Yang asked.
Peng Jia was stunned. Hip replacement surgery in Nanyang? He was just a manager. Why would Boss Zheng report this to him?
"Little Peng, you guys didn't do this work very meticulously. I have to criticize you," Old Shen said with a smile. Old Shen said with a smile, "Since the surgery was quite successful, Dr. Keenta recommended Boss Zheng to be a tenured professor at Johns Hopkins Hospital. You should know that."
Peng Jia felt a little ashamed.
He should know, but Boss Zheng had to be willing to tell him, right?
However, on second thought, Peng Jia's curiosity was piqued.
"Old Shen, Boss Zheng is busy with the Nobel Prize project. I don't know much. Did he perform a hip replacement surgery in Nanyang?"
"Yes, I don't know why he did it, but Dr. Keenta from John Hopkins Hospital admires Boss Zheng's orthopedic surgery and recommended him to become a tenured professor."
As he spoke, the elevator's doorbell rang and a few people walked out.
Peng Jia invited Old Shen into the meeting room.
The few doctors who had arrived earlier were chatting and waiting for the live broadcast of the surgery to begin. The moment Old Shen walked in, a few of the directors stood up immediately.
"Old Shen, why are you here?"
"Old Shen, you're in great health. Sit here, sit here."
Although the old man was kind, his aura was still quite strong. What is this? This was the status of the Jianghu.
Old Shen did not know the few directors. He smiled faintly and pressed his right hand down softly. "Take a seat. Let's talk while we're seated. Don't be so courteous."
Peng Jia felt that the few directors were looking at him strangely when he stood next to Old Shen.
Was this considered a dog relying on his master's power? Peng Jia mocked himself in his heart.
After preparing water for the old man and a few chief physicians, the live broadcast of the surgery quietly began.
Old Shen narrowed his eyes the moment he saw three fields on the screen.
"Boss Zheng is really generous!" Old Shen smiled and said, "It's the right idea to perform the tumor surgery under the guidance of the frontline to avoid the patient's side injury as much as possible and achieve precise treatment."
Peng Jia's uneasy heart eased a little when he saw Old Shen praising Boss Zheng. 'As long as he's not here to nitpick,' he thought to himself.
As the surgery began, the conference room fell silent. There was a sense of solemnity in the silence. Peng Jia's attention was not on the live broadcast of the surgery. Instead, he observed the changes in the expressions of the few chief physicians.
This was a skill that Peng Jia had trained for a long time. He knew whether the surgery was done well or not by observing the expressions of the chief physicians who were invited to watch the live broadcast.
Boss Zheng's general surgery, including the thyroid gland surgery, would definitely not be a problem. Peng Jia was not worried about this at all with the approval of Dr. Charles from the Mayo Clinic.
He was not worried about the surgery in the vascular department either. He had done the live broadcast of heart surgeries many times. Boss Zheng's surgery was done steadily. Until now, Peng Jia still remembered the legendary surgery where Boss Zheng took out a 12cm large blood clot. Unfortunately, it was not a live broadcast of the surgery.
The most important thing that worried Peng Jia the most was the orthopedic surgery. During the process of removing the fourth cervical vertebra, the patient would become a high paraplegic if he was not careful.
Peng Jia sighed in his heart. Although Academician Shen had previously said that Boss Zheng's orthopedic surgery was also good and had even been recognized by Dr. Keenta of John Hopkins Hospital, Peng Jia was still very worried. After all, he had not seen Boss Zheng's orthopedic surgery with his own eyes.
Old Shen had to believe what he said, but he could not believe it completely.
An hour and 45 minutes later, the expanded neck dissection, external carotid artery resection, and artificial blood vessel replacement were completed. The live broadcast was paused, and the operating theater began to change positions. At that moment, Old Shen's waist left the backrest slightly. His entire body sat up straight, and he no longer looked like an old man.
Although the orthopedic surgery had not started yet, he was obviously starting to feel nervous and excited.
Peng Jia was a little strange. Wasn't he just watching the surgery? What was he doing?
He was a little cautious. His body was slightly tilted to Old Shen's side, about 5 °. His main focus was on the live broadcast of the surgery. He could also observe Old Shen's expression at the same time.
About ten minutes later, the live broadcast of the surgery appeared. Little Shitou had already changed to a prone position. Zheng Ren chose to enter from the back.
Old Shen's eyes were narrowed, and his hands were placed on his legs like a student undergoing military training. Peng Jia was very worried if he would be tired from maintaining this sitting posture. What would he do if he felt uncomfortable?
Soon, the surgery began.
The interventional doctor on the stage was skilled. He found the artery that supplied blood to the fourth cervical vertebra and began to use a high-pressure injector to focus on the contrast agent.
"We haven't trained a good interventional doctor until now. You have to hurry up with this work," Old Shen said seriously as he looked at the live broadcast.
Peng Jia was a little puzzled. Just as he was about to subconsciously agree, he heard Professor Yang on the other side sigh and say, "Teacher, there are really very few interventional doctors. No successful interventional doctor is willing to just do an angiogram here. If we find other departments to cooperate with … You also know that it's very difficult. "
"It's very meaningful. If there's no one, find a few doctoral students and throw them into the interventional department for a year. If they can pick it up, they'll stay. If they can really pick it up, I'll ask for a place to stay in the department, "Old Shen said. "Look at Boss Zheng's surgery. Just the interventional exploration of the surgical path will reduce the amount of blood loss by about 2,000 ml."
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