There were several types of interventional surgery for patent ductus arteriosus. Currently, the most common method was the controllable spring embolization.
Due to the limited training time, Zheng Ren mainly focused on this type of surgery.
He didn't know what was wrong with the System, but he rarely issued missions recently.
Zheng Ren felt a little regretful. If it were in the past, patients like Du Chunfang could complete a mission like [Save People from Danger] happily and accumulate some experience points and surgical training time.
But the System did not say a word.
Could it be because his level had increased? For Du Chunfang, the difficulty was not the surgery, but the fact that her parents did not want to spend a single cent on her.
Did the System not care about things that had nothing to do with the surgery?
Zheng Ren did not think too much about the pig trotters. He was already very satisfied with the current state.
In just a few months, interventional surgery had reached the pinnacle of the world. This was already the speed of a rocket, alright?
There was nothing to be dissatisfied about.
The System's operating theater rose from the ground and Zheng Ren began his training for the controllable spring embolization for patent ductus arteriosus surgery.
The surgery was very simple. For Zheng Ren, who was at the Legendary-level, it was not difficult at all.
The only delay was that after the controllable spring coils were inserted, they had to wait for ten minutes before repeating the descending aortic arch angiography to confirm it.
Therefore, each surgery took about 20 minutes.
After practicing ten surgeries, he used up all the training time before exiting the System.
He took a puff to refresh himself, then put out the cigarette out of habit and put the remaining half of the cigarette into the pack.
Su Yun had yet to send the patient over.
It made sense when he thought about it. If he wanted the elevator to be smooth all the way and send the patient to the surgery room with a ball in his hand, he must be fully prepared.
Otherwise, if the patient did not go on stage and made a mistake halfway and suffocated to death, how would this matter be settled?
Nothing could be worse than this when good intentions lead to bad things.
In the operating room, Xie Yiren, Chu Yanran, and Chu Yanzhi were busy preparing for the surgery.
They seemed to be used to adding more channels after work.
Although after receiving Jia Tai's message in the group, there would be wails and cries of pain. However, once he was in the operating theater, he was still exceptionally serious and burned his calories to his heart's content.
Zheng Ren was about to help when his phone rang. He took it out and saw that it was Feng Xuhui.
He opened the door for Feng Xuhui to change his clothes and enter the operating theater.
In fact, it was against the rules to let non-surgical personnel enter the operating theater.
However, there were some surgeries that were rarely performed, such as today's patent ductus arteriosus closure surgery. Without the help of a consumable supplier, the patient could only wait for the hospital to go through the long process of purchasing consumables. There would never be a situation like getting on the train first and then buying a ticket.
Use it first, then go through the harvesting process.
It was definitely against the rules, but everyone did it. Zheng Ren also felt that it was convenient, so he did not feel that there was anything wrong with it.
"Chief Zheng, the more you perform the surgery, the wider your reputation is." When Feng Xuhui saw him, he subconsciously bent down.
Not every consumables supplier would bow and scrape. Many of them treated each other like friends.
However, in Feng Xuhui's opinion, Zheng Ren's level … was simply unfathomable.
It was because of the company's activities that they came into contact with Sea City General Hospital. At that time, it could be said to be a barren land for interventional surgery. Even the most basic medical supplies were lacking.
Even the Department of Interventional Medicine did not have one, and Changfeng only had the attitude of beating around the bush.
However, Chief Zheng actually carried out a bunch of surgeries one after another, and each of them was especially exquisite. Now, he had to carry out heart surgery.
At the thought of heart surgery, Feng Xuhui's heart could not stop beating wildly.
Among all the interventional supplies, the most profitable were not the interventional supplies for treating liver cancer, but the heart stents and vascular stents.
In the face of the strong, especially when it was his own thigh, Feng Xuhui's mentality and attitude were the first to go down.
He did not feel that there was anything wrong with it.
Zheng Ren smiled and did not say anything. Instead, he began to check the medical supplies that Feng Xuhui had brought.
"Chief Zheng, when can we do the interventional treatment for myocardial infarction and cerebral infarction?" Feng Xuhui asked tentatively.
"Not for the time being." Zheng Ren glanced at the medical supplies. It was a second-generation amplatzer coil imitated by Changfeng Microinvasive Medicine.
The level of technology … was relatively poor, but it could be used.
"Manager Feng, it's free, right? The patient's financial condition isn't good, "Zheng Ren asked with a smile.
"Chief Zheng, you've spoken. It must be free," Feng Xuhui answered affirmatively. "It's the company's publicity fee."
"Okay." Zheng Ren nodded.
"There's no problem with the quality of the medical supplies, but … I'm afraid that it won't be convenient for you, Chief Zheng." Feng Xuhui had recently conducted a comprehensive study of all kinds of medical supplies for interventional treatment. The more he thought about it, the more ashamed he became.
The technology level of Changfeng Microinvasive Medicine was still in the process of imitating. They were only imitating products from five years ago from Boston Science and Technology, Cook, and other companies.
With Zheng Ren's ability, as long as these big companies paid attention to it, they would definitely use all kinds of new medical supplies.
Feng Xuhui thought that this was a hidden danger.
"No problem, as long as it's free." Zheng Ren was also a little embarrassed. He always asked Changfeng Microinvasive Medicine for free. Although he had given them enough opportunities, it still felt strange.
"As long as you don't mind."
As they were chatting, the door of the operating theater opened and the sound of a stretcher trolley came from afar.
Zheng Ren knew that the patient had been sent over.
He strode to the door to help.
Unexpectedly, Zheng Ren saw Professor Rudolf Wagner and Little Oliver appear at the door.
"Lil Fugui, why are you here?" Zheng Ren was surprised.
"Boss, I've thought it through!" The professor said excitedly. "Prostate …"
"Shut up and help!" Zheng Ren scolded without hesitation. He told the professor to stop talking non-stop. The patient was still holding the ball. The sooner he was on the ventilator, the less dangerous it would be.
"What surgery?" Only then did the professor see Su Yun pushing the bed over. The ICU doctor was sitting on the bed, holding the ball beside the patient.
"Patent ductus arteriosus."
"Boss, you're still doing these small surgeries. It's simply too undignified …"
"Come and help!" Zheng Ren did not want to disturb the professor's' scientific research ', but since the professor had walked into the trap, he would use it.
"Okay." Professor Rudolf Wagner also came to help.
He was tall and strong, like a barbarian with strength. Soon, he sent the patient to the operating table. Chu Yanran immediately connected the patient to the ventilator. The risk of this journey had been overcome.
"Change your clothes and go on stage." Zheng Ren saw that the professor still wanted to communicate with him and immediately stopped him.
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