Mu Tao had many dreams. He dreamed that he was lying on the beach of Sanya, enjoying the warm sunshine. It was so warm. The sunlight had dispelled the cold aura in his body, making him feel exceptionally comfortable.
Just as he was about to turn his body to face the sunlight, Wu Haishi's figure appeared in front of him.
Old Wu was holding a book in his hand. His back was facing the sun as he walked over.
Mu Tao stared blankly for a moment, a little absent-minded. Where was this place?
"Mu Tao, why are you still lying down? Have you given up? " Old Wu said solemnly. It was just like the first time Mu Tao met Old Wu many years ago when he had just become a postgraduate student.
This is not a dream. Mu Tao realized in his sleep that this was not a dream, so he scrambled to stand up.
"You said that you want to be the best interventional surgeon. Have you forgotten that already?" Old Wu's voice was low and distant.
It was like the morning bell and evening drum.
Mu Tao lowered his head in shame and looked at the book in Old Wu's hand.
Medicine was the journal that Mu Tao could not forget. It was the journal that published the new TIPS technique.
Mu Tao woke up with a start.
Under the double pressure of Medicine and Elder Wu …
It was as if he had jumped from one space to another. He suddenly found himself in an unfamiliar operating room, and he had fallen asleep on a chair.
Isn't he in Mayo? He was still in a daze, but then he remembered that he had returned from the United States and was in the midst of earthquake relief.
Through the lead-lined glass, Ling Ran watched the circulating nurses in the operating theater busily. A figure that he would never forget in his dreams stood in front of the radiographic film viewer and looked at the radiographic films with his chin in his hand.
Even though he was wearing a sterile mask and a sterile cap, Mu Tao was still able to recognize who this person was at first glance.
Zheng Ren, Chief Zheng, the little chief resident from Sea City in the Dibei Province!
So it was just a dream … It really was a dream …
Mu Tao gradually recalled the previous situation. He had performed many interventional embolization surgeries for severe pelvic fractures, but the number of patients pulled back from the frontline had only increased, not decreased.
No matter how anxious he was, the surgery could not be sped up.
Then … Zheng Ren seemed to have arrived as well. By the way, why did he come? Didn't he have a Nobel Prize project on hand? Why would he rush to the frontlines?
Mu Tao continued to recall. He was sitting here, watching Zheng Ren's surgery.
It was the same interventional embolization for a severe pelvic fracture. The patient's condition was similar, but Zheng Ren's surgical technique amazed him.
No matter how tortuous the branches of the internal iliac artery were, no matter how thin the branches of the internal iliac artery were, the superselection was successful in one go, and the technique was not very exquisite.
However, the surgery was completed in front of such a simple technique.
Mu Tao scolded himself in his heart. How could he be so disappointing and fall asleep at this time!
But no matter what, he was almost forty years old. He was tired from the long journey and flew from one side of the world to the other. He did not even take a hot shower before he rushed to the many nodal township hospitals at the frontline and began to perform surgery.
The continuous surgeries while wearing a lead apron had consumed too much of his energy.
Mu Tao did not think about this, nor did he self-reflect. Instead, he looked at the operating theater. Zheng Ren began to disinfect, and the circulating nurse 'flew' out.
The girl glanced at Mu Tao and did not even have time to greet him. She shouted, "Doctor Zheng, call me if you need anything." Then, he ran out of the control room to check on the sterile bags that had been shipped up.
There were few people, and the task was heavy. Everyone was very busy.
Mu Tao knew, but he did not move.
He crossed his hands together and supported his cheek as he looked at the screen in front of him. In his mind, he outlined what he would do if he were on the operating table.
Of course, there was no problem with femoral artery cannulation. Placing the artery sheath was also a routine operation. The micro-guide wire entered directly instead of the conventional guide wire. This was a confident approach.
Some doctors' techniques were not up to standard. They were still used to using a thick guide wire for the thicker blood vessels in front. Then, the catheter would enter and the micro-guide wire would go in through the catheter.
He did not use the thick guide wire. Yes, this Chief Zheng would not use it either.
And then there was …
Just as the simulation reached the next step, Mu Tao's eyes lit up. The image on the screen began to move.
Uh … Was it in place? Mu Tao estimated that he had been left behind for at least 10 to 20 seconds.
His hand speed was so fast that he felt that it was unreal. Was it because he was young?
Mu Tao found an excuse for himself in his heart, but his eyes were glued to the screen.
As expected, the micro-guide wire and micro-catheter had already been placed in place. There was no need for any further operations. The moment he stepped on the line, the angiography began.
The branches of the four internal iliac arteries were oozing blood. The smoky contrast agent silently told Mu Tao this.
Let's start the superselection. Mu Tao did not blink and entered a meditative state.
In front of him was his lifelong opponent. And now, this was the first time he had seen the other party's surgery with his own eyes. He had to see what his level was like!
The micro-guide wire went in. A blood vessel branch at a 70 ° angle did not stop the micro-guide wire from moving forward at all.
Others could not see it, but Mu Tao could.
At the position where the blood vessel branched into an angle, the surgeon's wrist and fingers that could not be seen must have made a movement. Then, the force was transmitted to the front end of the micro-guide wire, so that when it passed through the blood vessel branch, it suddenly changed its angle to achieve the surgeon's goal.
The force was perfect, the angle was perfect, and the movement was perfect.
Everything was perfect. It was so perfect that people who were slightly less skilled would not be able to see that the micro-guide wire had once made such a movement.
Could he achieve it?
He was afraid that it would be difficult …
The superselection was quickly completed. Then, the micro-catheter entered and began the embolization. What surprised Mu Tao was that after the embolization was completed, the surgeon did not even need to confirm the angiogram. He directly took out the micro-guide wire and micro-catheter and carried out the next step of the surgery.
He was really full of confidence. Mu Tao did not think that the surgeon was violating the rules. He knew that this was a method of extreme confidence in his own skills.
If it was at a normal time and place, the surgeon would most likely do an angiogram to confirm it.
But now, time was of the essence.
If he was confident, he could omit this step.
Mu Tao asked himself in his heart, would he do that?
No … because if he did not confirm it, he really did not know if the embolization was successful.
The process of embolizing the second blood vessel branch was the same. During the superselection process, the more difficult position was only a movement of the wrist and finger. The force was transmitted to the micro-guide wire, and the extremely difficult blood vessel branch that was almost at a 90 ° angle was crossed.
Mu Tao seemed to be watching a thriller. His eyes still did not blink, but a huge wave was set off in his heart.
The four blood vessels were embolized in a few minutes. The technique … Other than the invisible movement, everything else was standard and ordinary like a textbook. There was no highlight when looked at separately.
He looked at the time. 11 minutes.
This was the f * cking difference!
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