Chapter 590
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It was done? So fast?
Chief Qi looked at the time without batting an eyelid. The surgery had lasted for 28 minutes.
How could it be so fast? Could it really be academic fraud? Chief Qi called the director of the director's office over and whispered a few words to him.
The office director quickly looked for the director of the information center to download the surgery process and then prepared to send an email.
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Mayo Clinic headquarters in Rochester, Minnesota, United States. Around eight o 'clock in the evening.
Mu Tao sat quietly in the laboratory. Opposite him was a senior Chinese doctor, Wu Chuntian.
Wu Chuntian was a very old-fashioned name. Doctor Wu was one of the people who went abroad in the 1980s. In the end, he stayed at Mayo Clinic and became a tenured professor there.
Wu Haishi was from the same family as Wu Haishi, and the two of them had a good relationship. Wu Haishi had sent Mu Tao to Mayo Clinic for further study through Wu Chuntian.
In the United States, academic doctors had a similar title system to that in China. Assistant professor, associate professor, and tenured professor. The process was similar to that in China. It involved teaching, the number of papers, and the quality of the papers.
The academic title was awarded by the medical school. If one left the medical school, the title would be gone.
Therefore, American doctors liked to be called "Doctor" instead of "Professor" or "Chief".
Doctor was eternal. Everything else was temporary at a certain stage of life.
However, Mu Tao knew that if it was possible, Wu Chuntian would never leave Mayo Clinic.
No one wanted to leave this place. Mayo Clinic was the holy land of the medical world.
They were waiting quietly for the signal transmission from their hometown on the other side of the ocean.
On the table was the latest issue of The
Medicine. The page he flipped to was an article about TIPS surgery.
Mu Tao's brain was in a mess. The article said that the number of punctures in TIPS surgery was so unbelievable.
Thinking back to the surgery broadcast in the surgery live broadcast room, although Teacher Wu did not believe it, Mu Tao was sure that it was true.
Could it be that the Xinglin Garden surgery live broadcast room was made by that doctor?
It did not matter who it was. What was important was that Mu Tao felt an insurmountable distance in this.
TIPS surgery. One had to know that this was a TIPS surgery!
A successful needle puncture was the dream of many interventional doctors!
His own teacher, Wu Haishi, could not achieve it, nor could Mayo Clinic. Yet, it made that simple and honest junior doctor a reality?
This did not exist!
Mu Tao was not convinced, but he did not say anything. He just sat quietly. His eyes were fixed on the magazine on the table — first author: Zhengren, second author: Rudolf.
G.
Wagner。
G.
Mu Tao knew that Professor Wagner was a top scholar in the industry.
He also knew the difference between the first author and the second author of an article.
Everything was true. Had the junior doctor who had perfectly completed the prostate interventional embolization in the capital grown to such an extent?
It was unbelievable.
The sound of an email being received rang out from the computer. Wu Chuntian immediately "bounced" up and began to open the email at the fastest speed possible.
Sure enough, the content of the email was a surgery video.
The video wasn't big, so it was downloaded quickly.
The air in the laboratory seemed to have frozen. Several tenured professors from the Mayo Clinic stared at the computer screen and watched the video. They did not want to miss a single frame.
In the surgery video, Mu Tao really saw the figure of that young man.
He first appeared in the corner of the video with a tall German standing beside him.
The person disinfecting the operating table and laying the surgical drapes did not look young. He was very serious and meticulous.
This was an authorized recording. The entire process was recorded from the moment the patient walked onto the operating table. It was completely different from the live broadcast room of Xinglin Garden.
Therefore, Mu Tao saw more information than the live broadcast room of the surgery.
Soon, Professor Rudolf Wagner left the operating theater. The young figure that he would never forget stood in the position of the assistant.
It turned out that he did not know how to do it and could only be an assistant. Mu Tao felt much better.
However, the surgeon personally disinfected while the assistant swaggered to the side … Forget it, this kind of detail was not worth scrutinizing.
The video advanced frame by frame. The intravenous catheter, guide wire, and catheter entered. In Mu Tao's opinion, Gao Shaojie's technique was indeed very good, but it was not good enough. It was definitely not world-class.
Mu Tao objectively analyzed that his level was only higher than that of the surgeon in the video.
It turned out that it was only so-so. However, Mu Tao still watched the video seriously, waiting for the final scene of the puncture.
The puncture kit entered. The position on the image … Mu Tao could not understand it.
This was only one of the many puncture points. Why did they choose this place?
The puncture kit stopped moving. It seemed that the puncture was about to be performed.
Suddenly, in the surgery video, the hemostatic forceps in the hand of the young man standing in the assistant position suddenly moved and hit the surgeon's wrist.
There was a cry of surprise in the Mayo Clinic's interventional laboratory.
What a familiar scene.
Mu Tao's heart was in turmoil.
How was this an assistant? This was a f * cking teaching surgery!
Only when teaching surgery would the teacher stand in the assistant's position with hemostatic forceps in his hand. If his movements were not standard, the hemostatic forceps would hit him at any time.
Why was this happening? The level of the surgeon was not bad. He could reach the ordinary level of the Mayo Clinic. Why was he still teaching surgery?
Mu Tao could not understand.
No matter what he was thinking, time was still passing and the video was still playing.
As soon as the hemostatic forceps were hit, the surgeon immediately changed the shape of his hand slightly and the position of the puncture kit also changed.
The almost invisible puncture needle was penetrated. The puncture kit was then withdrawn and the membrane stent followed.
Were they really confident that the puncture would succeed in one go?
This was also …
Mu Tao could not describe his feelings. He looked at the video without blinking.
The membrane stent entered and connected the hepatic vein and portal vein along the puncture needle.
The blood flow between the portal vein and the hepatic vein was smooth. The surgery was a success.
Then, another recyclable stent entered and opened the airbag, completing the TIPS surgery perfectly.
It was real … It was all real …
The air in the laboratory had already frozen. Everyone felt that it was difficult to even breathe.
Taking in a little bit of oxygen was an extremely extravagant thing.
It was simply unbelievable! He had really completed the TIPS surgery with one needle!
Mu Tao felt like he was watching a live broadcast of the surgery in Xinglin Garden.
The only difference was that the young doctor standing in the assistant position, called Zheng Ren, was using the hemostatic forceps to hit the surgeon's wrist.
How many surgeries had he gone through to master the TIPS surgery to this point? He was already able to teach surgery?!
This was a question that circled around in everyone's mind like a crow, cawing and cawing.
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