"That's simple and crude." During the break, Su Yun sneered, "Can't you be a little more tactful when it comes to a world-renowned professor?"
"Hehe." Zheng Ren interrupted Su Yun with a bored chuckle. Then, he picked up the phone and called Xie Yiren and Chu Yanran to arrange the preoperative preparations.
After that, Zheng Ren called Feng Xuhui to confirm that there was a set of TIPS surgical equipment and urged him to send it over as soon as possible.
Finally, Zheng Ren called Old Chief Physician Pan to explain the situation.
After all the calls, Zheng Ren and Su Yun were already outside the operating theater.
They changed their attire and remained silent.
The patient had not arrived yet, so Zheng Ren was not particularly anxious. When he saw Su Yun change into the isolation suit, he took out a pack of cigarettes and said, "Go and help prepare. I'm going to smoke."
It was common to smoke before surgery to calm one's emotions. Su Yun nodded and went to the operating theater.
Zheng Ren went to the small smoking room, lit a Ziyun, took a deep puff, and entered the System.
Without hesitation, Zheng Ren exchanged all the reward time and experience points for surgical training time.
The System's operating theater rose from the ground and the simulation mannequin was ready.
Zheng Ren began to practice surgery.
Jugular vein puncture was not difficult.
The guide wire passed through the jugular vein into the heart and then to the hepatic vein.
Compared to the prostatic hyperplasia capillaries, this vein was like an eight-lane road in the countryside. It was not too wide.
However, the next step was difficult.
The needle was inserted, and Zheng Ren estimated the length and distance before beginning the puncture.
Failure …
Changing positions,
Failure …
Changing positions again,
Failure …
Dozens of needles could not penetrate the hepatic vein and find the branch vein of the portal vein in the liver.
So difficult …
So difficult …
As expected of the jewel of the crown …
After the 42nd failure, Zheng Ren stopped.
Although surgical training time was precious, the effect was limited if he continued blindly.
The portal vein was relatively wide, and even the branch vein was very wide.
However, to accurately find the branch vein of the portal vein in the liver and ensure that the puncture was successful, luck alone was not enough.
But … what other skill was needed?
Zheng Ren quickly searched for the various documents he had read in his memory.
Dozens of failed punctures would not cause sudden death.
The puncture needle was not thick. The liver was a solid organ. The damage caused by the puncture could be quickly stopped by the pressure generated by the solid organ.
However, if there were any more failures … his liver might be punctured by the puncture needle …
The upper limit of tolerance for failure was 20-0.
In other words, there was a maximum of 0 chances to try one's luck. No wonder the average surgery time in the world was four hours and two minutes. Everyone was trying their luck.
If he was dealing with a patient instead of a simulation mannequin in the System's operating theater, Zheng Ren would not have dared to mess around like this.
It was better to look at the information first and treat it as a form of sharpening.
After all, sharpening the axe won't delay the work of cutting firewood.
Zheng Ren left the System's operating theater and began flipping through the information in his head.
The documents and information that he had read in the library in the past now appeared in his mind clearly and effortlessly.
His Master-level intervention skills also played a great role when he was silently reading the documents. There were many things that Zheng Ren could not understand before, but now they seemed very simple and clear.
Coupled with his rich liver anatomy experience, he quickly gained a lot of experience in TIPS surgery.
And these experiences were forged through the repeated failures of the predecessors, through the sacrifice of countless lives.
Even so, the System's operating theater had a few shortcomings.
Time was tight. Every minute and every second was earned by completing the mission. Once the time was up, the System would definitely kick Zheng Ren out. There was no room for negotiation.
Also, Zheng Ren was the only one here. There was no mature mentor to teach and impart experience.
Zheng Ren could only rely on the literature and explore everything on his own. Many perceptual experiences could not be recorded in the literature. Zheng Ren knew this.
He integrated the process of TIPS surgery with liver anatomy as quickly as possible. All the various experiences mentioned in the literature, whether successful or failed, Zheng Ren noted them down.
Then, Zheng Ren changed to another simulation mannequin.
After dozens of failures, the previous simulation mannequin was no longer usable.
The jugular vein puncture entered the hepatic vein and began the puncture needle.
Failure …
Failure …
Failure …
F * ck!
Zheng Ren almost went crazy.
This time, he had a certain degree of confidence in his heart. After all, TIPS surgery was originally a joint effort between the interventional and general surgery departments.
As for Zheng Ren himself, he was a Grandmaster in interventional surgery and a Master in general surgery. It was rare in the world to have two specializations.
Among them, especially his experience in liver anatomy, was equivalent to hundreds of cadavers being squandered by Zheng Ren alone. In the real world, this would not happen at all.
But … if this did not work, how difficult was TIPS surgery?!
Impossible!
Zheng Ren's first thought was to deny that he could not do it.
If he could not do it, no one else could.
Time was probably tight and he had gone the wrong way.
What exactly was wrong?
Zheng Ren waved his hand and the operating theater disappeared.
The surgery time was limited. He could not waste it. However, the time outside … was even more limited. The patient was about to be sent to the operating table.
He sat quietly by the small pond and looked at the lifelike little fox, lost in thought. He recalled every step of the surgery, looking for possibilities for improvement.
After a few minutes of contemplation, he suddenly felt a pain.
Zheng Ren hurried out of the System's operating theater and threw away the cigarette butt in his hand.
He thought for a moment and gave Su Yun a call, asking him to contact Feng Xuhui and let Su Yun accept the medical supplies and not disturb him. When the patient was sent to the operating theater and ready to start the surgery, he would call him.
Su Yun did not understand, but in the face of emergency surgery, he did not question Zheng Ren's decision.
After putting down the phone, Zheng Ren cherished every second in front of him and entered the System again.
What exactly was wrong?
Zheng Ren quickly went through the process of the surgery. There was only one difficulty, and that was the blood flow of the puncture needle in the portal vein, which interfered with his judgment.
What about radiology?
t？ MRI?
Zheng Ren suddenly thought of the passive ability he had obtained after completing the second stage of The Rising Star mission — Fusion.
Maybe that was it?
He was ready to give it a try.
The test subject prepared by the System was very considerate, with all kinds of tests.
Zheng Ren entered the surgical training room. This time, he was not in a hurry to perform surgery. Instead, he began to read the patient's T and MRI scans.
Time passed bit by bit, but Zheng Ren was not stingy.
Sharpening the axe would not delay the chopping of firewood.
A few hours later, Zheng Ren's eyes shone with a glimmer of understanding.
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