It was Mu Tao?
Zhao Yunlong was stunned.
He originally thought that it was the patient's family member who was listening to Zheng Ren's surgery process. He did not expect it to be Wu Haishi's disciple, Mu Tao!
You're a well-known professor. You're sitting next to the computer like a houseman, listening to Zheng Ren explain the radiographic films to you. Do you still have any shame?
Zhao Yunlong despised him in his heart, but he immediately revealed the standard fake smile of Sister Zhiling and said, "Professor Mu, when did you come?"
"Professor Zhao, I arrived last night. I came early this morning." Mu Tao looked at the screen with some regret. Without hesitation, he turned around and left. "Professor Zhao, I'll go out. You guys hand over the shift first."
Zhao Yunlong wanted to keep him, but the words he had just said were still echoing in the room. He was really not cautious enough. He was a little unhappy.
The early shift was very calm. Department Chief Kong was not at home. Without the steps of the chief's ward rounds, it was indeed much more refined.
Zhao Yunlong said one thing at the morning meeting. Department Chief Kong would return from the frontline in the near future.
He had already been gone for twenty days, and everything on that side was gradually getting better. Moreover, Zhao Yunlong said that there would be a collective third-class merit in the intervention department. As for personal honor, he would have to wait.
Zheng Ren did not care about things like the merit.
However, when he mentioned the frontline, Zheng Ren's heart inexplicably ached.
He decided not to think about these things anymore. Zheng Ren decided to focus on completing the surgery and do his best to win the Nobel Prize this year and complete a mythical journey.
After that, there were more things waiting for him.
After the shift was handed over and the ward rounds were done, Su Yun and the professor brought the patient to the stage first.
"Old Mu, do you want to take a look at the second-stage surgery?" Zheng Ren invited.
Mu Tao had the same intention.
He had studied Zheng Ren's new TIPS surgery method for a long time. There were two highlights. One was the use of nuclear magnetic resonance imaging to locate the location, making the previous puncture based on luck traceable. This was subversive.
The other point was that Zheng Ren did not use one stent, but two stents.
In the beginning, the two stents were used to avoid the occurrence of hepatic encephalopathy. They narrowed the radius of the flow path so that the venous blood that was not metabolized by the liver would be reduced. This also ensured that the blood ammonia content was as much as possible within a controllable range.
Then, after the patient adapted, he took out another stent and continued to expand the outflow path.
Someone had thought about the next two stents before.
However, it was very difficult to remove the second stent. In addition, the puncture point had not even been determined. In other words, the TIPS surgery had not been formed yet. Who would study how to improve the problem of hepatic encephalopathy?
Therefore, Mu Tao believed that Zheng Ren's TIPS surgery was already a relatively perfect surgical method.
Not only did he have to learn diffusion-weighted MRI, but he also had to learn second-stage surgery.
He nodded with a smile and followed behind Zheng Ren, ready to go on stage to take a look.
When he entered the operating theater and was changing his clothes, he received a call from Professor Yang and Chief Luo. The two departments had to accept a total of five patients with advanced cirrhosis today. They wanted Zheng Ren to visit the patients and book the surgery time.
However, it was not now. The next batch of patients could only be admitted after today's patients were discharged.
However, the number of surgeries exceeded Zheng Ren's expectations.
He was gratified that the two department heads and the leading professor were supportive of him.
The situation was opened up bit by bit. It was not as difficult as it was when he first came back. Zheng Ren's mood was also much more cheerful.
When he arrived at the operating theater, Zheng Ren washed his hands and changed his clothes. Su Yun had already finished his work and was playing with his phone on a sofa in the corner.
"You really don't want to do interventional surgery." Mu Tao had a trace of doubt when Su Yun said that he did not want to do interventional surgery.
But now it seemed that it was true.
"I'm a surgeon. Why would I want to do interventional surgery? Besides, interventional surgery is so boring. What's so fun about it? "Su Yun did not even raise his head as he played with his phone.
"…" Mu Tao had the urge to curse, but he held it in.
This was a TIPS surgery, an improved TIPS surgery! It was such a good opportunity to observe the surgery, but he did not cherish it. Instead, he was playing with his phone!
But what could he say?
Even if he was playing with his phone, his surgery was not worse than his.
'Humans …' Mu Tao sighed in his heart as he watched Zheng Ren and Professor Rudolf Wagner go on stage.
Zheng Ren stood in the assistant's position. The professor was the surgeon and began the surgery.
The surgery process was very smooth. Professor Rudolf Wagner was the first person to learn the new TIPS surgery from Zheng Ren. He had already completely mastered the difficulties of the second-stage surgery. Zheng Ren went on stage just to add an extra layer of insurance.
The hemostatic forceps were in the palm of his right hand. There was no need to use them at all. The surgery was already completed.
Little Oliver sent the patient away. Su Yun stayed on the sofa playing with his phone, not moving at all.
Zheng Ren ignored that guy. After the surgery, he came out and asked Mu Tao, "Old Mu, is there anything you don't understand?"
Mu Tao's face was full of tears.
He did not see anything at all, and the stent was taken out …
This kind of thing was very easy to see how people did it. Once he started, the angle of his hand and wrist were slightly wrong, it would cause bleeding in the liver parenchyma.
Although interventional doctors were not afraid of liver bleeding, they could just embolize it. However, if they could reduce the side damage, they would still try to reduce it.
After all, patients in the advanced stage of cirrhosis were accompanied by liver atrophy, and the liver function was poor to begin with. If a part of the liver was embolized, the patient's liver function would recover for a long time.
Mu Tao looked at the screen and pondered.
Zheng Ren saw that Mu Tao did not say anything and also realized this.
"When you can take down the first stage of the surgery, I'll bring you to the second stage of the surgery," Zheng Ren said.
Mu Tao nodded in relief. Boss Zheng was really understanding. He was countless times better than his assistant who only knew how to criticize others.
"Boss, what do you want to eat for lunch?" Su Yun raised his head and asked.
Although the atmosphere in the operating theater was relatively free, it was a little too much to think about eating right after the surgery started.
Zheng Ren was slightly surprised.
When he saw Su Yun glance at Mu Tao, he immediately understood.
"Old Mu, I'll give you a simple welcome at noon. What do you want to eat?" Zheng Ren asked with a smile.
This group of people who had come down from the frontline had an inexplicable sense of intimacy deep in their hearts.
It was not an exaggeration to say that they were comrades.
Although the operating theater in Pengxi Village did not have the rumbling of cannons or a hail of bullets, it could still be considered a trench. Zheng Ren, Su Yun, and Mu Tao fought together for a few days and nights.
Chief Jiang, who was in the same trench as them, almost sacrificed himself.
In terms of cruelty, it was not much lower than during the war.
Mu Tao was thinking about the surgery and was stunned by Zheng Ren's question.
"Anything is fine, anything is fine," he answered in a daze.
These words seemed to be what Zheng Ren said. Su Yun sneered in the corner.
Su Yun was not the only one who thought so. Zheng Ren was also stunned by Mu Tao's words. Shouldn't he be the one saying that?
"Old Mu, where are you from?"
"I'm from Hunan."
"Then let's go eat Northeastern cuisine." Su Yun did not hesitate, nor did he ask for Zheng Ren's opinion. He directly made the decision.
It did not matter what he ate. Mu Tao's heart was filled with the various details of the first and second stages of the TIPS surgery.
Although the surgery did not take long, there were many details.
Little Oliver sent the second patient up and the first patient down. The surgery began again.
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