"Professor Zhao, are you ready for surgery?" Zheng Ren greeted him with a smile.
It was just a casual greeting. After saying that, Zheng Ren brushed past Zhao Yunlong and went to change his clothes.
Go on stage? Go on stage my ass!
Zhao Yunlong cursed in his heart.
In order to watch the surgery, he deliberately asked the junior doctor under him to send the patient after 9: 15. But this surgery … I didn't even see it. How did it end?
Go inside? Was he going to face the wall in an empty operating theater?
Go outside? Zheng Ren was changing his clothes. Was he going to look for trouble?
Standing in the corridor of the operating theater, Zhao Yunlong was stunned.
He was in a dilemma.
"Boss, don't forget to sign the documents later!" Su Yun's voice came from the control room.
"Got it. You write it first and I'll sign it when we get out," Zheng Ren replied.
The documents had to be signed with dates as reference. This was a very rigorous scientific research procedure. Zhao Yunlong knew that this group of people must be fighting for the Nobel Prize.
Thinking of this, he was a little dazed.
But at that moment, Su Yun walked out. He was wearing a sterile hat and glanced at Zhao Yunlong.
Zhao Yunlong quickly walked forward and pretended that he was going to perform surgery.
"Teacher Zhao, you're really early. The patient hasn't been sent yet, right? Are you going to be a circulating nurse and come to prepare the table so early in the morning? "When he passed by Su Yun, Zhao Yunlong heard Su Yun's ridicule.
"…" He pretended not to hear and quickly walked to his operating room.
"Teacher Zhao, do you need me to go down and help you send the patient up?" Su Yun's smile became wider and wider as he continued.
Zhao Yunlong cursed in his heart and quickly entered the operating room. As the airtight lead door closed, Su Yun's words could be faintly heard.
Zhao Yunlong did not hear clearly what it was, but it was definitely not something good.
It was really suffocating. Zhao Yunlong almost vomited blood in the operating theater.
Calming himself down, he took out his phone, opened Xinglin Garden again, and found the surgery recording in the live broadcast room.
Fortunately, he had this function. Otherwise, he would have died of suffocation.
However, the interventional radiology rooms had lead doors and plates, and the signal was terrible. Zhao Yunlong had no choice but to open the window and lean out halfway to receive the signal.
The recording of the surgery began when the surgeon stood on the operating table. The field of view was the surgeon's field of vision.
Disinfection, puncture, insertion of guide wire, and insertion of puncture kit.
At this time, the host surgeon raised his head and the screen lit up. He was starting to step on the line and was about to find a place to puncture.
Zhao Yunlong unknowingly held his breath and watched carefully.
The puncture kit did not hesitate. After a slight pause, it pulled out a stent and inserted it.
'That's it?'
Zhao Yunlong felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave.
His entire body was cold, and his body was trembling slightly.
TIPS surgery could be done this way? He looked at the phone screen in confusion, watching the black bracket unfold after it reached its position.
A channel was established between the portal vein and the hepatic vein. Zhao Yunlong seemed to be able to see the patient's varicose veins gradually deflate as the pressure on the portal vein decreased. The network of veins in other parts of the body that had proliferated to compensate also began to wither.
Another stent was inserted, and the tube was removed. The surgery was over.
Simple.
Clean.
Beautiful … He could not tell that she was beautiful. It was just a simple surgery.
If Zhao Yunlong did not have the experience of more than a hundred TIPS surgeries, if Zhao Yunlong did not see Zheng Ren go for the surgery with his own eyes, if he did not know that Chief Luo of the Department of Gastroenterology had introduced a patient to Zheng Ren, he would have even doubted the authenticity of this surgery.
TIPS surgery was actually that simple?
This was a f * cking surgery that transcended the era! No wonder the Nobel Prize in Medicine and Biology had once again recommended a new surgical method as a candidate project after a few decades.
What made Zhao Yunlong even more incomprehensible was that the puncture point could not overlap with the dozen or so puncture points that he had found.
In other words, he had found the wrong one.
Zhao Yunlong's body shivered, and his hands trembled so much that he almost dropped his phone.
MD！ Who turned the air conditioner in the operating theater to such a low temperature! Zhao Yunlong cursed in his heart and retracted his head.
He looked up. 26 degrees. It was just the right temperature.
But why was he so cold?
Zhao Yunlong calmed down and turned off the phone in his hand. He tried his best not to think about the TIPS surgery that had just ended its live broadcast.
After completely emptying his mind, he felt a little better.
This surgery was really well done … No wonder young people were arrogant and domineering. They were very capable.
Although he thought so, Zhao Yunlong was still not convinced.
He decided to spend the night studying the new TIPS surgery method.
Nuclear MRI diffusion? At most, he would start from the very beginning. From the study of the operation of the nuclear MRI machine, there was nothing that could stump him.
From the beginning of school, he was the strongest student. Until he stayed in the 912 and married a fair, rich, and beautiful woman, he was a winner in life!
This time was no exception!
Zhao Yunlong shouted in his heart to cheer himself up. He wanted to move from one victory to another. He absolutely could not fail once.
He was prepared for the most difficult research. He had to cross this threshold. He had to!
It was just like how he had just arrived at the 912 and squeezed away the senior brother who was competing with him.
He quickly calmed down and began to think about what he had to do.
There were many things to do, but it could not stump Zhao Yunlong.
The basic research of nuclear MRI started from the principle of the machine, then gradually advanced to nuclear MRI diffusion, and then used nuclear MRI diffusion to determine the location of the puncture point.
Yes!
That was it!
After Zhao Yunlong made up his mind, he felt much warmer.
He sat on the chair in the operating theater in a daze and let out a deep breath.
"Ah! Who's here! "The circulating nurse came in to prepare for the surgery. She did not expect to see a person sitting in the corner and was shocked.
Because she was nervous, the sterile bag in her hand almost fell to the ground. Her face was pale and full of fear.
Thinking about it, there was a person sitting quietly in the operating theater that should have been empty … Was this a f * cking haunted or a fake corpse?
Then, she recognized that it was Zhao Yunlong. She patted her chest and said unhappily, "Teacher Zhao, are you hiding and hiding? How old are you? You're still so childish. "
Zhao Yunlong was speechless. He apologized, walked out of the operating theater, and went to the operating theater.
Sitting on the chair, he watched as the doctor under him sent the patient up and began to busy prepare for the surgery. He went through the live broadcast of the surgery again and again.
There was nothing that could inspire him. All the operations were the most basic.
With sufficient professional knowledge and surgical experience, Zhao Yunlong immediately determined that the most difficult part of the surgery was not the surgery itself, but the nuclear MRI diffusion.
So be it. He would study it carefully later. He could not just watch as the bed in his hands was snatched away until the position of chief director was left to Zheng Ren!
If he took a step back, it would not be a boundless sea and sky, but a dead end. Zhao Yunlong had always believed in this principle.
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