The airtight lead door had long been closed. As Zheng Ren's blind selection ended, the screen lit up.
The micro-guide wire had already been blindly selected to a very deep position. Zhu Liangchen knew that if he were to do the blind selection, he would definitely not be able to reach this place.
Inadvertently, he had already recognized Zheng Ren's surgical level. If he could not even do the superselection well, would he be recommended for the Nobel Prize?
After that, the superselection would depend on his skill level.
The micro-guide wire entered the next level of the hepatic artery at a moderate pace. No matter how strange the angle was, no matter how thin the lumen was, it did not stop the micro-guide wire from entering.
His skill level was really high. Zhu Liangchen looked at the superselection process of the micro-guide wire and was stunned.
Boss Zheng was not only good at TIPS surgery. His overall level of intervention was much higher than his own.
Perhaps he could successfully stop the bleeding. Zhu Liangchen was not sure. He could only hope that Zheng Ren would succeed.
Under normal circumstances, every doctor would never want the surgery to fail. No matter from which angle, no one would think that way.
However, Zhu Liangchen secretly pondered in his heart. The risk of the second-stage surgery was too high. Why not just the next stent? In any case, he had already mastered the selection of the first stage of TIPS surgery. It would be fine if he did not make such risky attempts in the future.
Although he had to face the risk of the patient's blood ammonia rising and hepatic encephalopathy, it was still much better than the second-stage surgery bleeding.
As he was looking, Zhu Liangchen suddenly saw the micro-guide wire stop at a certain point and the micro-catheter went in.
Here …
The position seemed to be a little shallow.
Although for most of the interventional doctors, including himself, it was considered very lucky to be able to be selected here, they had to be very good at it.
However, Zheng Ren's previous superselection did not have any difficulty at all. Zhu Liangchen felt that he would definitely be able to do further superselection.
He hesitated for a moment. Seeing that the micro-catheter was already in place, if he did not raise any questions, the embolization would be imminent.
Although Zhu Liangchen did not want to talk to Zheng Ren, like a child who had made a mistake and did not want to face him directly, he still made up his mind and pressed the button on the intercom.
"Boss Zheng, please come out for a moment," Zhu Liangchen said in a deep voice.
Zheng Ren knew what Zhu Liangchen meant. Such words could not be said out loud. The patient was under local anesthesia, so he could hear everything clearly.
Although his condition did not change, the bleeding point of the liver was pressed down by the stent and did not bleed much. He was still far from hemorrhagic shock. The patient had only been lying there for a few hours, but it was obvious that he was getting impatient.
Especially since the surgeon had been changed.
This was the worst part about local anesthesia.
Zheng Ren stopped stepping on the line, glanced at Department Chief Kong, and whispered, "I'll go explain the situation to Professor Zhu."
Department Chief Kong nodded.
He opened the airtight lead door with his foot, raised his hands in front of his chest, and walked to the console room.
"Boss Zheng, the position of the super selection is a little shallow, right?"
"Teacher Zhu, we can't go any further," Zheng Ren said.
"Why?" Zhu Liangchen blurted out.
"Because of what you just did, it caused a large area of contusion to the liver parenchyma, and there was blood oozing from the capillaries." Zheng Ren's voice was very calm, and he was simply stating a fact.
No anger, no accusation.
But even so, every sentence and every word was like an invisible hand that slapped Zhu Liangchen's face again and again.
Zhu Liangchen's face alternated between red and white. He clenched his fists and wanted to refute, but he couldn't find what to say.
What the f * ck! Why did he want to learn TIPS surgery? He roared in his heart, but he could not roar at Zheng Ren.
"If there's nothing else, I'll go for the surgery," Zheng Ren said calmly.
Zhu Liangchen did not say anything. Instead, he turned around and looked at the screen.
Zheng Ren returned to the operating theater and closed the airtight lead door. The surgery continued.
Department Chief Kong did not question Zheng Ren's operation. With many years of clinical experience, he had already vaguely guessed Zheng Ren's meaning. In particular, he had a kind of trust in Zheng Ren. Zheng Ren's actions were reasonable. As long as it was not too out of line, he would do it.
Forty-two minutes later, the detailed embolization of the six small arteries was finally completed.
Zheng Ren finished the second stage of the TIPS surgery and waited for ten minutes before doing another angiogram.
There was no sign of a large amount of bleeding in the liver parenchyma. The surgery was declared over.
"Thank you for your hard work," Department Chief Kong said.
"It's my pleasure." Zheng Ren smiled. He tore off the sterile surgical gown and threw it into the medical waste bin. He turned around to take off his lead apron.
The two of them took off their lead aprons and returned to the console room.
At this moment, Zhu Liangchen's junior doctor was doing compressions to stop the bleeding. Zheng Ren did not need to worry about sending the patient.
"Thank you." Zhu Liangchen looked at Department Chief Kong and said, "It's time for dinner. Let's go out for dinner."
Department Chief Kong did not say anything and glanced at Zheng Ren.
"You can go. I want to take a look at the absorbable splenic omentum when I go back. There's a live broadcast of the surgery tomorrow. Be careful." Zheng Ren smiled and rejected Zhu Liangchen's invitation.
Although Zhu Liangchen pinched his nose and said this invitation, he was very tired of eating with Zheng Ren. However, Zheng Ren was here to put out the fire. It was too outrageous for him to go back without even eating a meal.
Hearing Zheng Ren's rejection, Zhu Liangchen's heart was filled with mixed feelings.
He was angry that a young doctor actually rejected his invitation,
He was relaxed because he did not have to face this person or his own mistakes.
Zheng Ren turned around and said, "Department Chief Kong, I'm going to change."
Department Chief Kong nodded and said, "Boss Zheng, you can call a car back. I'm a little hypoglycemic. I'll leave after eating."
"Okay." Zheng Ren went straight to the changing room and changed his clothes.
When Zheng Ren left, Department Chief Kong looked at Zhu Liangchen and was speechless for a long time. Hypoglycemia was just an excuse. Everyone knew that.
Zhu Liangchen was at a loss for what to do under Department Chief Kong's gaze.
After a long time, the patient was sent back. Department Chief Kong sighed and patted Zhu Liangchen's shoulder. He said, "Go take a look at the patient."
"Okay," Zhu Liangchen nodded and said.
"Old Fifth, sigh." Endless words were all in a long sigh.
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Zheng Ren changed his clothes and walked out of the entrance of the Imperial Capital's Hepatobiliary and Pancreatic Hospital with brisk steps.
Department Chief Zhou Chunyong had already sent him an invitation. He had been out of the clinic for the past few days and focused his energy on patients with cirrhosis and portal hypertension.
It was said that they had already accepted some patients. Zheng Ren did not take the initiative to contact Zhou Chunyong, so he did not know the specific number.
If this kind of Imperial Capital's Class Three Grade A Specialized Hospital were to accept them openly, ten or twenty surgeries a day would be like child's play.
However, Zheng Ren did not go to Zhou Chunyong. After all, he was here to save the stage and could not explain to Zhou Chunyong.
Although he felt that Zhu Liangchen was an ordinary person, Zheng Ren was not the kind of person who would kick someone when they were down.
After walking out of the hospital, Zheng Ren picked up his phone.
He was about to send a message to Little Yiren to ask what he wanted to eat tonight and if he wanted to take the subway home or wait for Little Yiren to pick him up.
He did not expect there to be seven or eight missed calls on his phone.
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