It was not that the level of a Legend was not high enough, but that he did not have the corresponding experience and the guidance of a teacher.
'It would be great if I could watch a video of the surgery,' Zheng Ren thought absentmindedly.
'Who was that again …' Zheng Ren was in the operating theater of the System. He suddenly remembered a rather old interventional doctor in the operating theater of Pengxi Village Hospital. He looked quite honest.
He compared himself to the surgeon in Xinglin Garden's live broadcast room. In the end, he felt that he was stronger. He seemed to be a little disappointed.
'It seems that the surgeon in the surgery live broadcast room is very strong.' Zheng Ren thought and smiled.
However, the smile immediately turned into a bitter smile.
'Sigh, how great would it be if the live broadcast room could broadcast the autologous liver transplant surgery?'
There was once a joke about the similarities between doctors and the underworld. One of the points was — who did not have a few lives on their hands?
Although all doctors tried their best to avoid mistakes, they still could not make a 100% correct diagnosis. Especially in the diagnosis and treatment of such a rare disease, experienced doctors had their experience piled up with human lives.
Zheng Ren was an exception because he was a cheat. His experience was accumulated by the experimental subjects.
'Don't be distracted.' Zheng Ren came back to his senses and immediately began the surgery.
Failure!
Failure!
Failure!
He performed the autologous liver transplantation and watched the experimental subjects die one after another. He was on the verge of breaking down. Every time the surgery failed, he had to start all over again …
However, the surgical training time was getting shorter and shorter. Zheng Ren seemed to see an incomparably dark future waiting for him — the surgical training time was exhausted, but he still could not completely master the technique of autologous liver transplantation.
Xinglin Garden, the surgery live broadcast room? Zheng Ren helplessly held onto the idea of giving it a try. After the death of experimental subject No. 2, he helplessly walked out of the System's operating theater. The System's operating theater collapsed and dissipated behind Zheng Ren. He did not even look and walked straight out of the System space.
The wisp of green smoke floating from the purple cloud on his hand did not seem to have changed. Zheng Ren took a fierce puff of the cigarette and picked up his phone.
Xinglin Garden? Zheng Ren had not seen it for a long time.
Was there really a live broadcast room? Were the medical websites so advanced now? Zheng Ren remembered that when he often logged into Xinglin Garden, it was mainly based on various academic case reports.
After logging in, Zheng Ren began to quickly browse through the various sections. There was indeed a live broadcast, but the last time he watched the live broadcast of the surgery was a few months ago.
As expected, there was no such thing as a free lunch. Zheng Ren wailed.
He had no choice but to study it himself. Originally, Zheng Ren did not have much hope for the live surgery broadcast room, so he was not too disappointed.
Zheng Ren calmed himself down and smoked in silence. He was not in a hurry to start the surgery in the System's operating theater.
He began to recall the process of the operation.
The fingers on his right hand that were holding the cigarette trembled slightly, like a patient with Parkinson's disease. Countless details and fragments surged in his mind like a tidal wave.
The body's memory, surgical technique, and details were mixed together, roaring in Zheng Ren's mind in waves.
However, he still did not gain anything after finishing the cigarette.
The sound of a stretcher trolley came from the corridor of the operating theater. Professor Yang was calling the doctors from the Department of Genitourinary Surgery and the Department of Vascular Surgery.
As for the Thoracic Surgery Department … There were four operating rooms in the operating theaters outside the hospital that belonged to them. When the time came, no matter which operating room finished the surgery, they just needed to pull that operating table over.
Time … What he lacked was time.
How he hoped that at this moment, Xinglin Garden's live broadcast room would really be like what the doctor named Liu Xuzhi had said. It would allow him to open a live broadcast and teach him how to do an autologous liver transplant.
Valuable experience and free teaching. No matter how good the person who opened the live broadcast room was, he must be a good person.
Zheng Ren randomly sent out a good person card. Then, he took a fierce puff of his cigarette again, put out the cigarette butt, and turned on his phone.
The miracle he was looking forward to did not happen. The live broadcast room was still blank.
It was an extremely appropriate description to describe it as empty.
Zheng Ren shook his head and sighed. He could only go into the System space.
The operating theater rose from the ground. After Zheng Ren entered the operating theater, he stared blankly at the simulation mannequin but was not in a hurry to perform the surgery.
Zheng Ren remembered the entire surgery process in his mind. However, an autologous liver transplant was still difficult. It was not that it could not be achieved, but the success rate was too low.
When was the last time he stood in the System's operating theater in a daze? Zheng Ren vaguely remembered that it should be when he used nuclear magnetic resonance imaging to determine the TIPS surgical approach.
If such a difficult surgery could be done, why not this time?
Zheng Ren encouraged himself, threw away all kinds of distracting thoughts, and began to carefully ponder the surgery.
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"Get into position and get ready to start," the anesthesiologist said anxiously as he looked at the erratic vital signs after the anesthesia was done.
The patient's condition was very unstable and was being maintained with drugs. Even if his skill level was high, he was not sure that the patient would be able to last until the surgery was completed. Therefore, the earlier the surgery was started, the better.
A few professors who had been called over surrounded the radiographic film viewer in the operating room and made the final emergency department consultation.
The condition was complicated. The four departments worked together, and the General Surgery Department still had to make the final decision. Although Professor Yang did not have any confidence in an autologous liver transplant, in the face of the current situation, he could only rush it.
After an emergency consultation, it was finally decided that the Department of Genitourinary Surgery would start the surgery first. Zheng Ren, who had no similar experience, ignored the problem. Many of the surgical professors and chief physicians of the 912 did not ignore it.
Although the risk of the surgery was extremely high and it happened suddenly, they still made the right judgment.
Su Yun stood quietly in the corner. He could not interrupt the preoperative discussion between the chief physician and the group of professors.
If Zheng Ren was here, it would still be possible.
Things like status in the martial arts world did not seem to exist, but in fact, it really did exist.
The patient was lying on the left side. The doctor from the Department of Genitourinary Surgery began to disinfect. The anesthesiologist nervously stared at the patient's vital signs and kept changing the amount of drugs pumped in.
Using drugs to maintain the patient's vital signs was only temporary. It could not be maintained for long.
The patient's life and death depended on the surgery.
Su Yun did not see Zheng Ren come out, so he did not look for him. After countless surgeries, Su Yun believed that Zheng Ren would definitely appear here at the right time.
This guy must be thinking about the surgery. He did not know what he was doing now. Although Su Yun's guess was not right, it was not far off.
The Department of Genitourinary Surgery opened the stage. Su Yun quietly stood behind the surgeon and began to watch the surgery seriously.
It was a traditional incision, simple and cautious.
After the blunt dissection and exposure of the kidney, whether it was the surgeon, his assistant, or the people in the audience, they were all dumbfounded.
The cauliflower-shaped hydatid cyst was like a typical malignant tumor. It wrapped around the upper pole of the right kidney, giving people a feeling that they did not know where to start.
If it was possible, they really did not want to do this surgery.
The chief of the Department of Genitourinary Surgery looked at this situation and began to hesitate.
"Segment the kidney. With the Department of Interventional Medicine here, there's no need to worry about bleeding," Su Yun said in a low voice.
He understood why the Chief of the Department of Genitourinary Surgery was hesitating, so he directly gave the answer.
"Department of Interventional Medicine, who's at home?"
"Boss Zheng," Su Yun answered firmly.
"Huh? Which Boss Zheng? "the Chief of the Department of Genitourinary Surgery asked in surprise.
"Nobel Prize candidate, Zheng Ren, Boss Zheng."
The operating room fell silent. The Chief of the Department of Genitourinary Surgery began to separate the renal pelvis and calyces. Without hesitation, he performed a segmental nephrectomy.
Although he had never seen Zheng Ren perform surgery, the halo of a Nobel Prize candidate was enough to shine.
Time ticked by, and the surgery was performed very slowly.
The wall of the hydatid cyst corroded the healthy tissues of the body. Although the patient was only in her twenties, it was estimated that she had had hydatid disease for at least three to five years. Otherwise, it would not have been so serious.
She was also lucky to be able to rush to the Imperial Capital in time and come to the 912. Although she was abandoned, she was abandoned at the entrance of the 912.
For such a complicated disease, other than a few hospitals in the Imperial Capital and Sorcery Capital, there was no other place in the country that could do it.
One hour and two minutes later, the right kidney segment was removed, the suture was completed, and the position was changed.
When the kidney segment was just removed, Professor Yang of the General Surgery Department vaguely saw the situation inside. His expression was solemn. He did not go to the Department of Genitourinary Surgery to suture the skin, nor did he go to rest. Instead, he stood in front of the radiographic film viewer and looked at the patient's radiographic films in a daze.
In fact, he already knew the surgical method. After opening the abdominal cavity, free the liver, remove the gallbladder, and then the vascular surgery department would perform the portal vein surgery.
And after that? The thoracic surgery department.
No matter what, the patient had liver hydatid disease. In the end, most of the liver would be removed, and the job of an autologous liver transplant would still fall on him.
Autologous liver transplant …
It was the most difficult surgery in the Department of Hepatobiliary and Pancreatic Surgery, and it was also the most difficult surgery in the entire General Surgery Department.
Could he do it? Professor Yang was not confident.
However, even if he was forced to do something beyond his abilities, he had to do it.
Professor Yang responded, washed his hands, and changed his clothes. Then, the General Surgery Department opened the stage.
The task this time was not difficult. It was just to free the liver, remove the gallbladder, and expose the second hepatic portal to prepare for the vascular surgery.
When the abdominal cavity was opened, Professor Yang let out a long sigh.
The situation could only be worse than he had imagined. It would definitely not be better.
At least 65% of the entire liver had been eroded by hepatic hydatid worms. At the second hepatic portal, there were lumps of grayish-white vesicles that made one's scalp tingle.
He had to bite the bullet …
The gauze pad covered the incision and the organs around the cyst. Then, a layer of gauze soaked in 10% formaldehyde solution was laid on the gauze pad to prevent the cyst liquid from spreading and contaminating or causing an allergic reaction.
Before the puncture, two traction lines were sewn on the cyst wall. The two lines were punctured and part of the liquid in the cyst was sucked out. After confirming that it was a hydatid cyst, the puncture needle was pulled out.
The cannula handle of the trocar was connected to the shaped tube, and then it was connected to the syringe and suction device respectively. The rubber tube connected to the syringe was temporarily clamped with hemostatic forceps.
The cannula needle was inserted into the cyst along the puncture site. The cannula needle was pulled out above the cannula handle, and the liquid in the cyst was sucked out with an aspirator.
After dealing with all of this, Professor Yang still did not have the slightest operative view.
Where was the second hepatic portal? The local anatomical structure was a mess, and he could not see it clearly at all.
"Professor Yang, do you need an assistant?" Zheng Ren's voice drifted over.
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I did not deliberately break the chapter. My emotions have reached this point. Please forgive me.
In my opinion, if there was a surgery live broadcast room, it would be a very meaningful thing. Which good doctor did not have a few lives on his hands? Experience came from the accumulation of human lives. I have thought of many solutions. Of course, it was just the boring thoughts of a junior doctor. The surgery live broadcast room was the simplest and most direct way to improve the level of surgery. If there was really a big shot who dared to open a live broadcast, a difficult surgical method could save thousands of lives.
Well, no matter how many people silently criticized the opening chapter, this was what I had always insisted on.
Today, there were two three-thousand-word chapters. I would ask for monthly votes.
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