Little Oliver looked at the professor's' clumsy 'operation. He really wanted to go on stage and replace him.
But this was just a dream, an unrealistic dream.
He knew that he did not have Zheng Ren's surgical technique. If he went up, he would be even more 'clumsy' than the professor.
Therefore, it could only be a beautiful dream.
"Superselect the iliac artery. Go up, the second branch," Zheng Ren said lightly.
"Okay." Professor Rudolf Wagner was fully focused. His wrist and fingers trembled slightly, almost imperceptibly.
The micro-guide wire seemed to have a soul. It followed the large blood vessel and went straight into the next branch blood vessel.
"Continue, go down, the third branch." Zheng Ren continued to guide.
The professor's operation was world-class. The early stage of the blood vessel superselection was not difficult for him at all.
A few minutes later, the early stage of the blood vessel superselection was over. The location was similar to the location of the surgery the professor had done in Sorcery Capital.
This was the professor's limit.
"Continue, go down, the third branch blood vessel," Zheng Ren continued.
"Bo … Boss … I can't get in here …" As soon as the professor said that, his hand hurt.
"Pa!" There was a soft sound.
Zheng Ren held the hemostatic forceps in his hand and directly hit Professor Rudolf Wagner's wrist.
"Ah …" The professor did not expect Zheng Ren to hit him with the forceps. He turned his head in pain and looked at Zheng Ren in surprise.
"Boss …" Professor Rudolf Wagner was puzzled.
"Huh?" Zheng Ren was also very puzzled. "Lil Fugui, didn't you ask me to cut you?"
"…" The professor's face was full of tears.
Little Oliver stood behind. He felt as if the lead apron on his body had become several times heavier. Even breathing became difficult.
"That's because you misunderstood the meaning of Chinese. I told you not to learn Northeastern Chinese." Zheng Ren smiled and said, "Try it. If it doesn't work, I'll do this surgery."
Facing the gentle Zheng Ren, Professor Rudolf Wagner felt that the person standing next to him was a devil!
"No!" The professor subconsciously shouted, "Boss, you did a good job. That's what I meant!"
"Huh?"
"I won't have any more objections. Please teach me how to do surgery!" After the professor finished speaking, he quickly put all his energy into the operation of the micro-guide wire. According to Zheng Ren's instructions, he tried his best to get the micro-guide wire into the next blood vessel branch.
However, the previously obedient micro-guide wire was no longer willing to listen to Professor Rudolf Wagner's control. After it was placed near the branch of the blood vessel, the professor exerted force and the micro-guide wire deviated to the other side.
"That's not how you use your strength," Zheng Ren said. "Fix your wrist and don't move your middle finger. Twist it with your thumb and index finger. Don't use too much force. Uh … don't be too light, just moderate! "
The professor's hand was suspended in the air as he followed Zheng Ren's instructions.
However, the micro-guide wire in his hand was too hard! Even a special micro-guide wire could not enter the next level of branching blood vessels, let alone this kind of hard thing.
Once, twice, thrice …
Professor Rudolf Wagner was sweating profusely.
"Oliver … Xi Bao 'er, wipe Lil Fugui's sweat." Zheng Ren was very calm. The Professor's repeated failures were normal to him.
The Professor's standard was close to the Grandmaster level. When he was promoted to the Legend level, it was especially obvious.
It was already not bad for him to be able to reach the standard of his surgery in the Imperial Capital. Moreover, he needed luck to be able to upgrade during the surgery.
However, could it really be done?
Zheng Ren was not in a hurry. Seeing that the sweat had soaked through the sterile hat, he asked Xi Bao 'er to wipe the professor's sweat.
Wiping sweat was a routine action on the operating table.
Usually, it was the circulating nurse or anesthetist who helped the doctor wipe his sweat.
If there was no time, the surgeon would rub his head a few times on the back of the assistant's shoulder to wipe the sweat off.
Or he could rub the sweat on the scrub nurse's shoulder.
However, if the nurse did not come in during interventional surgery, there would be no such treatment.
Little Oliver quickly asked Xie Yiren for a piece of sterile gauze. "Professor, let me wipe your sweat."
Professor Rudolf Wagner was very unhappy. He vented all his anger on Little Oliver.
"How many times have I told you! Call me Lil Fugui! "Professor Rudolf Wagner roared.
Little Oliver was like a lamb, innocent and helpless.
"Keep your voice down." The hemostatic forceps in Zheng Ren's hand hit Professor Rudolf Wagner's wrist with a bang.
Although Zheng Ren did not add his skill points to the orthopedics department, his overall skills had increased. His technique was exquisite, and he was especially skilled in hitting the professor.
Although he hit the same spot every time, it would not cause visible damage on the surface of the body, nor would it cause any organic damage. However, it was extremely painful.
The professor immediately changed his expression and chuckled. He stretched his head to the side and let Little Oliver wipe the sweat off his head.
"Don't be nervous. Take your time." Zheng Ren was very gentle and not impatient at all. "You have to feel the hardness of the micro-guide wire and then use the right amount of strength to send the micro-guide wire into the blood vessels."
The professor continued to operate. He failed dozens of times and tried again dozens of times.
He seemed to recall seeing Zheng Ren's operation just now. It was not difficult at all. He could enter it in an instant.
Seeing Zheng Ren do it, it was not difficult at all. However, it was extremely difficult to do it himself.
It was the first time Little Oliver had seen Professor Rudolf Wagner so docile. He stood behind in a daze, not daring to move at all.
Just now, Zheng Ren's action of hitting the professor with the hemostatic forceps almost made Little Oliver's eyeballs fall out.
The professor was the world's top interventional doctor, but he was actually hit by someone with hemostatic forceps … This kind of thing was usually only done by the professor. He roared like a lion, and the entire operating theater trembled under his tyrannical power.
Who would have thought that in the distant East, the professor would actually be trained like a shepherd dog?
It was simply too terrifying. Little Oliver felt that the lead apron on his body had become heavier.
Heidelberg University Medical Center also had some international students from China, but they were all very good-tempered. They were not so irritable.
Could this be the legendary Middle Eastern way of communication?
The communication with patients was very strange. So this was how the communication between doctors was like. Little Oliver seemed to have some understanding.
"Yes, that's the strength. Be careful not to burst the branch blood vessels … Yes, that's it. Don't move your middle finger. Twist the guide wire gently, a little more gently."
As he said that, the hemostatic forceps in Zheng Ren's hand slapped Professor Rudolf Wagner's wrist. "I'm talking to you. Didn't you hear me? Be gentler!"
"Yes, Boss," Professor Rudolf Wagner replied in a clear voice. He had a good temper.
This was a standard Eastern way of communication. Little Oliver stood behind and watched as the micro-guide wire reluctantly entered the next level of branch blood vessels. A smile appeared on his face.
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