Zheng Ren went on stage. Professor Rudolf Wagner stepped aside and stood at the assistant's side.
Zheng Ren had not performed prostate interventional embolization since he returned from Imperial Capital. But now, Zheng Ren had a new improvement compared to when he was in the Imperial Capital. There was a huge difference between the level of a Legend and a Grandmaster.
This had already been proven in the TIPS surgery.
Zheng Ren was curious. What kind of improvement would the prostate interventional embolization bring?
The hyperplasia of the prostate had five different branches of the capillary network. Zheng Ren only planned to do one of them. The rest was for Professor Rudolf Wagner to try the embolization.
The guide wire, catheter, angiography, micro-guide wire, and superselection were done in an orderly manner.
Professor Rudolf Wagner wanted to devote himself to the surgery, but he had drunk too much last night. His head was buzzing.
He wanted to focus, but when the focus of his vision gathered, the professor's head would spin.
What happened last night? Why did he have to drink so much when he had to do the prostate interventional embolization today?
The last thing Professor Rudolf Wagner remembered was drinking with Chang Yue. After that, there was a blackout.
He couldn't remember what happened after that.
This morning, he was lying on the hotel bed with his little lover, his violin, in his arms.
What should he do? The professor was distressed and depressed. The professor pulled out his hair.
"Lil Fugui, come and try." Zheng Ren's voice rang in the professor's ears.
Professor Rudolf Wagner was stunned. Wasn't he doing angiography just now? Was he distracted again?
Trying to overcome the discomfort of his hangover, the professor glanced at the image. The first group of capillaries was firmly bound.
Superselection, embolization, and then reconstruction. The capillary network was gone.
When … When did he do all this?
Professor Rudolf Wagner went crazy.
He was inexplicably flustered.
It was fine if he could not understand the TIPS surgery. Could he not understand the prostate interventional embolization that he had been thinking about?
No! It must be a hangover. D * mn it.
Zheng Ren raised his hand, flattened his chest, and took a step back. Then, he turned around and stood back to back with the professor.
The professor stood in the surgeon's position in confusion. Zheng Ren turned around and stood in the assistant's position.
"Just follow my method just now. It's very simple." Zheng Ren's tone was very calm, without a trace of anger. "Come and try it, Lil Fugui."
Professor Rudolf Wagner's heart was stifled.
Give it a try? He hadn't even seen it yet, so how the hell was he supposed to test it!
What should he do? Super selection? The diameter of the capillary network was so thin, how could it be superselected?
Zheng Ren was curious as well. Why was Professor Rudolf Wagner, who was usually in high spirits, standing there like an idiot? He did not even move.
He nudged the professor with his elbow. "Hey, Lil Fugui, do it."
Like the junior doctor who went on stage for the first time, Zheng Ren was also speechless.
The surgery just now had been performed very smoothly. Compared to when he was in the Imperial Capital, his surgical skills had indeed improved by several levels.
Zheng Ren was very satisfied. If he had done it himself, the entire surgery would have taken less than an hour.
But the professor … Was he shocked by her technique? Or was it a hangover?
This was a little troublesome.
Zheng Ren asked, "Lil Fugui, are you feeling unwell?"
"Uh …"
"Why don't I do it myself? You go and rest," Zheng Ren said. "If you really want to learn, I'll teach you next time."
Zheng Ren really wanted to complete the mission issued by the System.
However, the premise of completing the mission must not be based on the premise of a hangover doctor not being in the right state.
The professor was obviously not in the right state of mind.
The mission … Forget it. Let's do the surgery first.
Hearing Zheng Ren's' considerate 'words, the professor's hair on his back stood on end. He felt his hair stand up like needles, about to send his sterile hat flying.
"No! Boss! "Professor Rudolf Wagner immediately replied firmly," I can do it. I'll do it now. "
"…" Zheng Ren was also speechless. If it were his own patient, he would have kicked the professor off the stage.
However, this patient was from Heidelberg University Medical Center. In essence, he was here for Professor Rudolf Wagner.
He could only be considered a visiting professor.
"Then you have to be more focused," Zheng Ren warned the professor. There was already a hint of sternness in his tone.
"Boss, please treat me as a junior doctor. If I continue to be like Zhang Fei, you can just cut me!" After the professor said that, he began to carry out the superselection.
The surgery began again.
Little Oliver, wearing a lead apron, stood behind the two of them.
After seeing Zheng Ren embolize the first group of capillaries, Little Oliver finally admitted helplessly that this big eastern boy did indeed have God's favor and had his hands kissed by God.
If not for this, the surgery would not have been able to continue.
This kind of surgery had already exceeded Little Oliver's understanding and judgment of the interventional surgery system.
The surgery was done beautifully, very beautifully!
Next, he saw the big eastern boy and the professor change positions.
Little Oliver was even more focused. It seemed that the professor was about to perform the surgery.
The professor's former assistants could only last for two to three months at most. No matter how much they were paid, they would resign.
And Little Oliver was the person who had been the professor's assistant for the longest time.
He was full of admiration for the professor. Otherwise, he would not have been the assistant of the eccentric and irritable Professor Rudolf Wagner for a year and eight months.
The professor was about to make his move! A sense of anticipation rose in Little Oliver's heart. The professor must … Maybe … Almost … Not worse than that eastern boy.
He really hoped that the professor could show the highest skill and perfectly take down this surgery.
Although this kind of expectation was basically impossible to happen.
However, after changing positions, the surgery did not continue. The two people standing in the operating room began to communicate.
What was going on? Could it be that the professor's little boss was teaching him how to perform the surgery?
He already had a certain level of foundation in Mandarin and could understand the conversation between Zheng Ren and the professor.
Oh my god! This was actually true!
After Little Oliver came to China, he had never seen Zheng Ren perform surgery. Everything he knew about Zheng Ren came from Professor Rudolf Wagner's description.
At first, he did not want to believe it, but he did not expect that all of this was true!
After a while, the surgery continued. An image appeared on the screen. It was the professor performing the superselection.
The technique that he displayed was very familiar to Little Oliver.
In the past, he would have thought that the professor's technique was already the best in the world and that no one would surpass it.
However, there was always a fear of comparison.
He had just watched Zheng Ren embolize the first group of capillaries and then looked at the professor's superselection … Oh my god, compared to Zheng Ren's surgical technique, the professor's surgery was simply impossible to look at! If Little Oliver was not wearing sterile gloves, he would definitely have covered his eyes with his hands. He did not want to look at it again.
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