In the live broadcast, the surgeon had already begun to protect the nerve root tissue.
Then, the main perspective changed to the perspective of the interventional surgery. Boss Zheng personally began to embolize the blood supply of the fourth cervical vertebra that was to be removed.
Peng Jia did not know if switching back and forth was useful. He had already focused his attention on Old Shen.
Old Shen's body was slightly stiff, and his hands were trembling slightly. However, he quickly calmed down.
It was not until he saw the vertebral blood supply was bolted with a small spring coil in the interventional surgery that Old Shen felt as if all his energy had been sucked out of his body. He leaned against the chair.
Chief Yang did not seem to notice the change in Old Shen. All his attention was still on the live broadcast of the surgery.
After a long time, the live broadcast returned to the surgical field. Chief Yang sighed and said, "Teacher, no one can do this other than Boss Zheng."
"Yes." Old Shen's eyes were completely closed. He seemed to be resting, but he also seemed to be thinking about something.
"The micromanipulation is enough. He still needs to embolize the blood supply to further reduce the amount of bleeding," Chief Yang said. "The intraoperative bleeding is estimated to be less than 500ml."
"It's impossible to even reach 200ml." Old Shen shook his head and said, "The patient's condition isn't good. If the bleeding exceeds 1000ml, I'm afraid he won't even be able to leave the ICU after the surgery. At that time, I was wondering what Boss Zheng was thinking. Now, it seems that he knows what he's doing. He's sure that the patient won't bleed much during the surgery under his technique. We can give it a try. "
"Teacher, even if we invite Teacher Pei to perform the surgery, I'm afraid he won't be able to do this," Chief Yang said bitterly.
"We have to give it a try. If we can't do 200ml of bleeding, we'll try 1000ml first," Old Shen said. "As the technology improves and more advanced medical supplies enter the clinic, I think there will definitely be people who can do what Boss Zheng did within ten years."
Peng Jia was a little confused. Was Boss Zheng's surgery so good that he could only compete with more advanced equipment and medical supplies? Academician Shen's evaluation was simply too high.
It was not that his technical level was ten years ahead of others, but that others had to use the power of technology and more sophisticated materials to compete with Boss Zheng.
However … Boss Zheng himself was good at surgery. That was not the key. His equipment and medical supplies were all the best in the world. Peng Jia knew that the microcoil used for the embolization was developed in Germany. Because the cost was too high, it was not put into clinical use at all.
Boss Zheng himself was enough to make people fear him, but he was also armed to the teeth. Even if the technology improved, Boss Zheng would probably still be the first batch of doctors to benefit.
He still couldn't catch up. Thinking of this, Peng Jia felt a little happy.
The affected fourth cervical vertebra was completely removed. After that, the surgeon began to replace the 3D printed vertebra.
The patient was replaced and fixed with a nail rod system. Then, the surgical area was washed.
Old Shen glanced at the timer on the top right corner of the livestream. The entire process of removing the cervical vertebrae took one hour and 22 minutes.
"Boss Zheng is really amazing. His reputation is well-deserved. Oh yeah, when is the annual meeting this year? "Old Shen asked.
"Mid-January," Director Yang replied.
"Send an invitation letter to Boss Zheng in my name when we get back. Invite him to Shanghai to teach surgery," Old Shen said.
Teaching … Surgery …
These four words were like four bolts of heavenly lightning, striking Peng Jia into charcoal.
In general, during academic exchanges, teaching surgeries would not be used to determine the outcome. Only when the world's top doctors were invited to give lectures would they occasionally use the word 'teach'.
Even Old Shen, Academician Shen … Peng Jia had been observing Old Shen's expression. He was a little puzzled.
In the past, he had heard and seen that the competition for academic status was extremely cruel.
Among them, there were all sorts of public condemnations. Not only in the academic circle, but also in the media to attract national attention. This kind of thing was not common, but it was not uncommon either. Every time, there would be bloodshed.
Originally, Peng Jia thought that after Boss Zheng won the Nobel Prize, he would attract many jealous and jealous gazes. After that, there would be a fierce battle between dragons and tigers to establish his academic status.
However …
After crossing the circle, Boss Zheng was still very popular. Even the academician of the orthopedics department had acknowledged Boss Zheng's surgical level.
He even had to be invited to perform the teaching surgery.
Could it be that what Uncle Ning said was true? Peng Jia was a little embarrassed. Was his vision too low?
"Teacher, can you teach me the surgery?"
"Boss Zheng performed the surgery well. What's wrong with teaching the surgery?" Old Shen frowned and said, "You have to learn and improve. After so many years, you've seen many people who live off their savings until they die. "
"Laparoscopy eliminated a group of old doctors. The wave that Boss Zheng has stirred up will definitely eliminate more doctors," Old Shen said.
"Interventional surgery hasn't been developed for so many years." Chief Yang was obviously complaining or worried about interventional surgery.
"The problem of eating the thread will be solved sooner or later. The da Vinci robot has already started to be used," Old Shen said. "Within five to ten years, the surgeon will move out of the operating theater and be separated by a lead plate. Where will he go to eat the thread? Without any worries, there will definitely be more outstanding surgeons emerging. "
"Yes, yes."
"Follow closely. I probably won't be able to see that day, but I hope you won't be eliminated."
After saying that, Old Shen slowly stood up.
"Old Shen, aren't you going to finish watching?" Peng Jia did not expect Old Shen to leave before the surgery was over. He quickly said, "It's already noon. Let's have a meal before going back."
"No need." Old Shen smiled slightly and greeted Peng Jia kindly, "I still have to watch the recording of Boss Zheng's surgery a few times when I get back. Little Peng."
"Huh? Old Shen, what instructions do you have? "Peng Jia bowed and asked in fear and trepidation.
"Suggest to Boss Zheng that he doesn't always do the live broadcast of interventional surgery. He also has to do orthopedic surgery," Old Shen said with a smile. "I've been waiting for this live broadcast for eight months."
Looking at Old Shen's satisfied expression, Peng Jia bowed even deeper. He said repeatedly, "I'll convey your wishes as soon as possible."
"It's a request, not an order. Little Peng, you have to be clear," Old Shen emphasized. Old Shen emphasized, "Annual party … I'll give Boss Zheng a call. Or … I'll fly to the Imperial Capital. There are some things that are better to talk about when we meet. "
After saying that, Old Shen left leisurely. Peng Jia sent Old Shen to the car and watched in a daze as Old Shen left just like that.
When he returned to the conference room, the surgery was still not completed.
"What happened?" Peng Jia asked in surprise. He had just relaxed, but he was once again worried. Please don't let anything happen. Peng Jia felt like he was possessed.
"No, Chief Peng," his subordinate said, "The surgery went very smoothly. Boss Zheng is sewing the skin."
Sewing the skin … Boss Zheng, who had just won the Nobel Prize, was sewing the skin. He was really cautious. He did not even want to let go of the skin.
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