The Grandmaster-level general surgery skill gave Zheng Ren incomparable confidence.
It was just a porcelain gallbladder. It was not difficult, Zheng Ren thought.
However, as soon as he started, Zheng Ren knew why the System had issued an urgent mission and given him a platinum treasure chest as a reward.
Zheng Ren was confident and confident in his blunt separation.
However, after he went on stage, the moment he started, the gallbladder was pulled open less than five minutes after the blunt dissection began.
Zheng Ren held the hemostatic forceps and blunt scissors as he stood on the operating table.
This … This was too difficult.
It was just a gallbladder. No matter how rare it was, it was just a porcelain gallbladder. How difficult could it be?
This time, Zheng Ren was in a difficult position.
If it was on the operating table, he could only protect the tissues around the gallbladder and try his best to avoid the metastasis of malignant tumors. Then …
It was a broken pot!
Since it was already broken, it was easier. He could just tear it apart bit by bit and remove it.
However, Zheng Ren did not want to do that.
The System's mission requirement was to remove it perfectly. There was no need to consider this. It was just a platinum treasure chest. Zheng Ren was not interested at all.
The key was the porcelain gallbladder. The possibility of gallbladder cancer was very high. If one was not careful, the patient's survival after the surgery would be greatly reduced.
Zheng Ren sighed. He ended the failed surgery and continued with the next surgery training.
However, the next time, the patient's surgery process still gave Zheng Ren a blow to the head!
It was still the same position. No matter how careful Zheng Ren was, the gallbladder was still pulled and torn. This was the rhythm of falling in the same place twice. Zheng Ren could not forgive himself no matter what.
He was going crazy! He felt a twinge in his heart and opened the third one.
However, the third one was the same.
It was unimaginable to fall in the same position three times. This was also what surprised Zheng Ren.
Logically speaking, his general surgery skills had already reached the world's first-class level. If he could not do it, very few people could do it.
It was a proper Grandmaster-level general surgery skill!
This was not a joke.
However, it was still not enough.
Zheng Ren calmed down. He knew that many things could not be solved by brute force. It was simple, crude, and direct. Naturally, it was straightforward. However, once a problem occurred, it meant that something he did not know had happened. He had to think of a solution.
What was the problem?
Zheng Ren stared blankly at the Simulation mannequin, the blue gallbladder, and the damaged spot.
Suddenly, an idea popped up in his mind. He didn't want to end the operation. He wanted to finish it!
Dissection was the best way to find out why. However, other surgeons used cadavers to perform dissections. Otherwise, the patient's family would report the case to the Medical Investigation Commission and ask the forensic doctor to do an autopsy.
Zheng Ren did not need any cadavers at all. At this time, the System's advantage was obvious.
It was a perfect simulation, and he could start over if he made a mistake. What kind of experience was that? He had experienced this feeling many times, but none of them were as intense as this one.
With his master-level general surgery skills, he could even remove an autologous liver transplant, let alone a mere gallbladder …
It was just a gallbladder, but Zheng Ren was stumped.
He calmed himself down and tried to save as much time as possible for surgical training. Then, he began to dissect the simulation mannequin.
It was not a surgery, but a bold dissection.
If this was outside, it would be considered murder. However, in the System's operating theater, he was facing a simulation mannequin.
As he dissected it, he warned himself not to become schizophrenic.
If one day, he encountered a problem outside and thought that he was in the System's operating theater, he would start dissecting … That would be the most f * cked up thing in the world.
Because he did not need to think about the success of the surgery, as long as he dissected it, Zheng Ren quickly completed the autopsy of the simulation mannequin.
In the gallbladder, the cauliflower-shaped tumor had already begun to infiltrate. The position that he had torn open time and time again had actually been infiltrated by the tumor to the point that only about 1mm of the outer wall of the gallbladder was left.
Moreover, this section of tissue was only hyperemia and edema, not porcelain.
In other words, this section of the gallbladder was especially thin. It would break at the slightest touch.
In the gallbladder, other than the malignant tumor, there were more than a dozen stones of various sizes. Each of them was blue. It looked like the patient had been poisoned by a strange poison written in fantasy novels.
That position would break at the slightest touch. What should he do?
Zheng Ren was a little confused.
However, this confusion only lasted for a few seconds. Zheng Ren began to dissect the liver.
Near the gallbladder fossa, the liver's dorsal membrane was severely hyperemia and edema. If it was a blunt dissection, it would definitely be very troublesome.
Fortunately, it was only an autopsy. Zheng Ren roughly opened the liver and saw that there were stones in the bile duct, blocking the cystic duct firmly.
The scope of the cancer invasion did not seem to be that large. The porcelain gallbladder wall was like an insulating layer, blocking the spread of the tumor cells.
Zheng Ren dissected and analyzed bit by bit. From the inside to the outside, he understood the patient's situation.
The situation was especially complicated. It was so complicated that Zheng Ren was a little helpless.
After using more than half an hour of surgical training, Zheng Ren completed the dissection and walked out of the System's operating theater.
After leaving the System space, Zheng Ren picked up his phone.
In the real world, less than a minute had passed. This was the time wasted when he entered the System's operating theater.
Zheng Ren dialed the number.
"Brother Yang, when you go, don't do anything. You must wait for me!" Zheng Ren said.
There was silence on the other side of the phone.
"The porcelain gallbladder is blue. I estimate that there is a high probability that there is a malignant tumor. I'll go right away. When I arrive, we'll discuss what to do together. "Zheng Ren did not care whether Professor Yang had an opinion on his words or not. He told the truth.
"Okay," Professor Yang was stunned for a few seconds before immediately replying.
Zheng Ren returned to the System's operating theater and began to continue his surgical training.
He had already determined the anatomical structure. From the inside to the outside, the autopsy was countless times simpler for Zheng Ren.
Zheng Ren scolded himself in his heart. How long had it been before he thought of this method? There were countless cadavers here. Why did he not know how to cherish them?
However, from the beginning until now, there did not seem to be many times where he could use this method.
If humans did not force themselves, they would never know where their limits were.
Zheng Ren was like this.
He began to continue the surgery. The gallbladder was blue in his field of vision, like a poisonous creature that silently told Zheng Ren to be careful.
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In Sorcery Capital, Peng Jia was in a meeting.
Suddenly, the secretary walked in and whispered a few words into his ear.
Peng Jia was stunned.
Everyone at the meeting looked at Peng Jia in surprise, guessing what had happened.
"There is such a situation now." Peng Jia felt that it was difficult to choose, so he simply told them what had happened.
The meeting room was silent. Everyone held their breaths and listened to Peng Jia's explanation.
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