The patient was moved to the hybrid operating room. When he saw the X-ray image, Professor Yang's previous thought that he was lucky today disappeared.
In the image, the guide wire was entangled with the stent for some reason. It was even tied in a flat knot. What the f * ck …
What the f * ck was going on? Professor Yang stared at the image on the screen in a daze. His head slowly lowered and with a bang, it hit the table of the operating table.
The guide wire was like a conductive circuit that sucked away all of Professor Yang's energy, leaving nothing behind.
It was not as simple as the guide wire being wrapped around the stent. Professor Yang had only gently pulled the guide wire two or three times, but the stent had already deformed.
If he were to forcefully remove it now, it was very likely that … Professor Yang's head hurt like hell when he thought of those serious complications.
In his opinion, the only way was to cut open and remove the stent. There was no other possibility of operation here.
"Professor Yang?" The anesthesiologist saw that Professor Yang was in an extremely bad state, so he called out softly.
"Please help me call Boss Zheng." Professor Yang was not completely stunned. Whether it was surgery or interventional surgery, calling Boss Zheng over would only bring benefits and no disadvantages.
Just now, he was joking with the anesthesiologist, saying that if he encountered an uncontrollable situation, he would need Boss Zheng to come up and save him.
However, he never thought that this day would come so quickly.
He had no choice but to use his last move — to summon Boss Zheng.
"Oh, oh!" The anesthesiologist quickly answered. He picked up his phone and asked, "Boss Zheng's phone number …"
"138 …" Professor Yang reported an extremely familiar phone number. The anesthesiologist was very impressed. He could not even remember his wife's phone number, but Professor Yang could casually report Boss Zheng's phone number.
How familiar was this? How much effort did he have! No wonder he directly used Wushuang. He did not even need to think about it.
"Boss Zheng, I'm the anesthesiologist, Xiao Fang," the anesthesiologist said. "Professor Yang, there's a problem here. Please come up and take a look."
"Yes, yes, the innermost hybrid room in the operating theater."
"Thank you."
The anesthesiologist hung up the phone. As he dialed another number, he comforted Professor Yang, "Professor Yang, Boss Zheng is at home. He said he'll be here soon. Don't worry, don't worry. "
After countless rescues and rescues, Boss Zheng seemed to have become a symbol of victory. As long as he appeared, he had never disappointed anyone.
Professor Yang perked up a little and asked, "Who are you calling?"
"Old He," the anesthesiologist said, "Boss Zheng specially instructed me."
"Lao He, hybrid operating theater. Boss Zheng asked me to call you." What he said was very simple, even a little too simple.
But after he finished speaking, the other side of the phone had already hung up.
"It's okay, it's okay, Professor Yang." The anesthesiologist comforted him and said, "I'll go in and look at the patient. Boss Zheng will be here soon."
The airtight lead door opened, and the anesthesiologist hurried in. Professor Yang was simply too miserable. He had just been preparing to end the surgery in high spirits, but something unexpected happened. In an instant, he fell from the clouds to the abyss.
What the f * ck!
"Professor Yang, what's wrong with you?" Lao He rushed over and asked as he took out a USB flash drive from the pocket of his isolation suit.
"Perform endoscopic ultrasound-guided pancreatic pseudocyst drainage surgery. The guide wire and stent are wrapped in a twist," Professor Yang said helplessly.
Lao He looked at the video and patted Professor Yang on the shoulder. Then, he inserted the USB drive and clicked on the song.
The background music of good luck began to echo in the operating theater.
The song was a little old-fashioned, but it was very festive. This kind of festive spirit was intertwined with the entanglement in Professor Yang's heart. He was a little absent-minded.
There was a mistake in the surgery. Was it really okay to play this song? There did not seem to be anything wrong with it. He should have just lacked a little bit of good luck. If his luck was really good, he would not have needed to directly use Unparalleled.
"Brother Yang, are you practicing the Iron Head Skill?" Su Yun's voice came from behind. His voice was a little muffled through the three layers of mask.
"Uh …"
"Damn, that's awesome!" Su Yun glanced at the image and said in surprise, "How did the guide wire get entangled with the stent? It's also so sturdy. I can't even do it on purpose! "
"Brother Yang, is this the endoscopic ultrasound-guided pancreatic pseudocyst drainage surgery you just performed?" Zheng Ren asked in a deep voice.
"Yes." Professor Yang stood up. He was embarrassed and did not know what to say.
"I'm fine." Zheng Ren crossed his arms and rested his chin on his hands. He looked at the image and said, "It's very rare for the guide wire to be entangled with the stent, but it's not like it hasn't happened before. Mayo has a team sponsored by Lanke that wants to find out the relationship, but there are no relevant reports until now. "
Professor Yang was stunned. There were still people studying this thing?
"Boss, what should we do?" Su Yun joked a few times. After Professor Yang suffered a blow, his mood strangely improved a little. After that, he became serious. He looked at the image and asked, "Do you want to take it out or do you want to perform laparoscopic surgery?"
"Yes, let's try to take it out first." Zheng Ren paused for a few seconds as if he was thinking about a problem. Then, he said lightly, "Just one more stent and it'll be over."
"Zheng … Boss, can you take it out?"
"No problem." Zheng Ren smiled slightly and patted Professor Yang's shoulder. He said, "You didn't pull the guide wire hard. You were very careful. You were very good."
Uh … Was he praising him? Professor Yang was a little puzzled.
The surgery failed and he was even praised. Was it because he did not cause more trouble? Sigh, Boss Zheng was really kind.
"Are you going?" Zheng Ren asked.
"Old Gao will do it." Su Yun turned around and asked Gao Shaojie.
Gao Shaojie smiled and did not say anything. Boss Zheng would decide who would do the surgery. There was no need for him to say anything.
"I'll do it," Zheng Ren said. "Brother Yang, don't worry. It'll only take a few minutes."
After saying that, Zheng Ren went to wash his hands.
Professor Yang was stunned for a moment. He heard Boss Zheng say with certainty that the problem would be solved in a few minutes, as well as the song that stimulated his eardrum anytime and anywhere. He was a little absent-minded.
"Brother Yang, don't worry," Su Yun said with a smile. "You're not involved in the intervention. You might panic when you see it. It's fine. The boss is already on stage. It'll only take a few minutes. "
"Little Su, you're not joking, are you?" Professor Yang asked in a low voice. He tried his best to make his voice calm and not tremble.
"It's just a small matter. What are you joking about? It's just that the stent has deformed and is stuck in the wall of the capsule. It's fine," Su Yun asked with a smile. Su Yun asked with a smile, "Little Feng, Brother Yang is using a 24mm double-chamber parallel metal bracket. It seems to be from Lanke. Do you have it?"
"Yes." Feng Xuhui opened the suitcase and took out a stent with ease.
This action was extremely familiar, as if he had done it countless times.
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