Chapter 65
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A small forceps-like instrument appeared in the field of view of the fiberscope choledochoscope. Although there were thousands of doctors in the field, no one knew the name of the instrument.
[Forceps? It's so small. How is the host surgeon going to operate it?]
[I'm completely dumbfounded. I'm ready to watch the recording a hundred times after the surgery.]
[Shut up and watch the surgery!]
A small number of bullet comments expressed their astonishment before they were suppressed. This could be a brand new surgical method, even more advanced than laparoscopic transrectal appendectomy.
Perhaps this was the first time a new surgical method was unveiled.
The live broadcast room was silent. Countless pairs of eyes watched as the delicate forceps, like an eagle's beak, accurately pinched a few microns thick white silk.
It did not touch the common bile duct's intima.
However, no one spoke because the most critical step was about to begin.
The parasite's body was covered with extremely tough body hair. It relied on these body hair to adhere to the human common bile duct. If the parasite was forcibly pulled off, the body hair would penetrate deep into the common bile duct and cause irreversible damage.
If the injury was severe, it meant that the patient would have complications after the surgery, including bacteremia and toxemia.
Curiosity, worry, and all kinds of emotions were fermenting in the depths of their hearts as they watched the live broadcast without blinking.
However, to everyone's surprise, the parasite was' plucked 'with a gentle movement of the forceps.
Was there any damage to the common bile duct's intima? It was nonexistent!
[What the f * ck, what did I just see?]
[Is the host surgeon a beast tamer? Does he own the parasite?]
[Please respect the host surgeon. He might be your teacher's teacher's teacher. If you don't want to die of embarrassment after his identity is exposed, don't use disrespectful attributions. Thank you, my name is * * *.]
The live broadcast room went crazy.
The imagined difficulty did not exist at all. The parasite was removed with no difficulty at all.
The forceps retracted and extended again, seemingly to remove the parasite.
The series of movements continued in a boring manner. The host surgeon's precise operation reminded people of a machine. Every time it was so accurate that the common bile duct's intima was unharmed. The parasite was also very obedient. After being clamped, it immediately released all its body hair and obediently allowed itself to be removed.
[Who can tell me, what did the host surgeon do?]
[Could it be aliens?]
[Impossible. The equipment is ordinary. Even the tweezers are made of nickel-titanium alloy. That metallic luster is very familiar.]
[Then why didn't the parasites absorb it? Could it be that Titanium-Nickel alloy has properties that the parasites fear?]
[Oh my god, host, please accept my knee.]
Clamping the parasites was a delicate task. It was not easy to remove hundreds of parasites. Zheng Ren's movements were precise and fast, but it still took him fifteen seconds to remove a parasite.
Gradually, some of the more experienced and knowledgeable people in Xinglin Garden began to notice something amiss.
[I'm not sure if it's just my imagination, but after the host surgeon clamps down on the parasite, the parasite will spasm.]
[I noticed it too. The spasms are very mild. This should be the key point.]
[I'm a graduate student in insect experiments, and I happen to be doing related research recently. It is estimated that a trace of bioelectric stimulation has caused the worms to spasm.]
In less than half an hour, the doctors in Xinglin Garden were close to the truth.
As expected of a professional website!
[So awesome! I'm not sure if this counts as a new tactic.]
[So-and-so's parasite bile duct removal technique? What do you think of the name?]
[If you have enough data and your English is good enough, you can write an article and publish it in The Lancet.]
The Lancet was a magazine published by the Elsevier Publishing Company in 1823. It was partly published by the Reed Elsevier Group.
It was founded in 1823 by Tom Wickley, who named it after the scalpel "Lancet", which also meant "pointed dome" in English. The title implied that the journal aspired to be a "bright window that illuminates the medical world".
The Lancet was a top surgical journal, similar to the Science and Nature Journals.
As for its impact factor … The Lancet was as high as 33.6.
This concept was a bit abstract. For example, the impact factor of domestic general medical journals hovered around 00.1.
The impact factor of Chinese medical journals hovered around 1.0 to 5.0.
The Lancet magazine's impact factor was as high as 33.6, which was a shocking number.
Could it be published in The Lancet?
The idea was very tempting. It meant national research funding, a huge supply of resources, and academic status …
However, all of this had nothing to do with the people watching the live broadcast.
After calming down, everyone immediately realized that the surgeon who was performing the surgery must have studied this kind of equipment for many years. He even waited until the surgery was fully mature before showing it to everyone.
People who could calm down and do things were very respected.
Especially in the medical circle, only technical people could be close to technical people. The higher the technical level, the higher the status. There was no need to think about it.
With such a high standard, he could still focus on research … Could it be a big shot from the Chinese Academy of Sciences? Or … Or a foreign expert?
Today's surgery was really refreshing to watch.
Even if he was not the researcher, even if he was not the surgeon, he could still brag and say that he was a witness to a certain surgical method appearing for the first time in front of everyone.
After there was an explanation that everyone could accept, countless bullet comments flew up. The speed was so fast that it was dazzling.
No one could clearly see what the bullet comments were saying. This time, the bullet comments were really bullet comments, flying past like bullets.
It was not a narrative, but a way to express their deep respect for the old scientific researcher.
Zheng Ren did not know that he had inadvertently become an 'old' scientific researcher, a foreign expert professor.
He focused on removing the parasites and placed them in the curved plate beside him.
Xie Yiren's exposed skin was pale beyond the mask. Even the bravest girl would be afraid of these soft worms.
Moreover, it was not just one. Zheng Ren had taken out hundreds of them.
Chu Yanzhi had long hidden behind the ventilator, not daring to look at the surgery. She did not even have the guts to say those stupid words. No matter how many calories she burned, it could not relieve the tension in her heart.
Chu Yanran's face was also pale, but she was relatively calm compared to her sister. She did not dare to look at Zheng Ren's operation, forcing herself to focus on the boring numbers on the ventilator and monitor.
Zheng Ren took more than an hour to remove more than three hundred parasites.
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