The transverse section of the spleen was very slow, at least from Zheng Ren's point of view. He had been controlling his hand speed.
After more than a hundred surgical training, he knew exactly where he would encounter the small arteries. The capillaries were burned to stop the bleeding, and the small arteries were cut, separated, clamped, and ligated. Each step was done with ease.
Many shocked expressions appeared not only on the faces of the people watching the live broadcast of Xinglin Garden's surgery. The doctors watching the live broadcast of Xinglin Garden's surgery were also surprised.
The surgery was clean. This was very important because the surgical field meant whether or not they would notice the abnormal tissue structure. Looking at it with their eyes, the possibility of an abnormal situation would be greatly reduced.
However, this surgical field was too clean.
On the stage, there were a total of three people, including the scrub nurse. They worked together with great tacit understanding.
The scrub nurse had one hand on the big crook, and she could still accurately deliver the equipment. The assistant exposed the surgical field. He was so idle that he even smoked all the smoke from the electric burn.
As for the surgeon … How did he do it? How could the surgical field be so clean when the spleen was transected?
Thirty-three hours before the surgery began, Xinglin Garden began to advertise after being officially approved by the 912.
Many people did not think much of it. They thought that it was a publicity stunt and an inevitable commercial act before Xinglin Garden went public.
They were very disdainful of the doctors using the success of the surgery and the patient's life to hype up Xinglin Garden.
There were also some people who came with the hope of seeing the surgery fail.
No matter what their thoughts were, the final outcome was the same. They saw an unparalleled spleen transection surgery.
Regardless of whether the surgery was successful or not, just being able to transect the spleen to such an extent could be said to be a top-notch surgeon.
Almost everyone who watched the surgery put themselves in the shoes of the surgeon. If they were in the surgeon's position, what would happen?
They were all old doctors with rich clinical and surgical experience. After putting themselves in the shoes of the surgeon, everyone realized that their level was really not enough compared to the surgeon who was broadcasting the surgery live.
If they were on the stage, the entire abdominal cavity would probably be filled with blood before the surgery could even reach this step. The surgical field … If there was still a pool of blood, it would also be a pool of blood. No one knew which blood vessel it came from.
At the headquarters of Xinglin Garden, Peng Jia sat very seriously in the front row of the large conference room. The projection was showing the live broadcast of the surgery.
He was very nervous, very nervous. Before watching the live broadcast of the surgery, he even took the antihypertensive drugs orally and had nitroglycerin by his side to prevent any accidents.
This was a very dangerous path. On one hand, the venture capital would make more concessions. On the other hand, the surgery live broadcast room and Xinglin Garden would suffer heavy losses, causing the listing to be delayed or failed.
Boss Zheng had completed the porcelain gallbladder surgery, but it did not necessarily mean that the giant spleen of Gaucher disease could be removed successfully.
He had already placed his bet. Peng Jia had no other choice but to sit there quietly and watch.
He specially invited an academician from Sorcery Capital who specialized in general surgery to watch the live broadcast of the surgery. Peng Jia was afraid that she could not understand the surgery. Even when she failed in the end, she was still thinking about success.
If that was the case, he would probably have a heart attack, and he wouldn't even know how he died.
At first, Elder Lin, an academician of the Academy of Engineering, refused. In his opinion, the live broadcast of the surgery was too unreliable. However, Xinglin Garden still had some connections. In the end, they invited Elder Lin to observe the surgery.
At first, Elder Lin was very disdainful, but as the surgery progressed, Elder Lin's expression gradually froze.
Peng Jia could not understand the surgery. Although he knew a lot of medical knowledge, he had never performed a surgery before. He could not speculate how the surgery that seemed to be going smoothly would be done.
Perhaps, the surgery should have been so smooth.
However, he could tell from Elder Lin's expression that there was something going on.
Elder Lin was old and began to doze off before the surgery. However, as the surgery began, he opened his eyes. His pair of turbid eyes never closed again. He rarely blinked, as if he was afraid that he would miss a certain scene.
The surgery progressed bit by bit. Peng Jia suddenly noticed that Elder Lin's fingers were trembling slightly.
It was not Parkinson's disease. Although Elder Lin was old, his hands were still very steady. At the age of eighty, he still had to personally perform two hepatectomy surgeries every week.
He was …
Peng Jia had a thought in his heart, but he did not say it out loud. Elder Lin was simulating the surgeon's surgery.
He felt a trace of stability from Elder Lin's expression. It was not that Elder Lin was stable, but his heart was stable.
Even Elder Lin could not help but immerse himself in the surgery process. There should be nothing to be picky about during the surgery, right?
As he was watching, Elder Lin suddenly sighed.
Peng Jia's heart instantly rose to his throat. Three coronary arteries instantly contracted, and his heart muscle lacked oxygen. His chest and back felt as if they were being pricked by needles.
Was he … having a heart attack? Peng Jia quickly closed his eyes. He did not dare to peek at Elder Lin's expression again, nor did he dare to look at the live broadcast of the surgery. Instead, he calmed his mind and calmed his uneasy emotions.
A few seconds later, he felt a little better.
"Elder Lin, you must be tired," Peng Jia asked softly.
Elder Lin shook his head. His hands were no longer shaking. He was no longer simulating the surgery process. Instead, he leaned against the back of the chair and relaxed.
"What do you think of this surgery …" Peng Jia asked nervously.
"The surgery has been completed." Elder Lin's eyes were slightly closed, and there was a hint of relief in his old voice.
Uh … Peng Jia turned around to look at the screen. The live broadcast of the surgery was still going on. The surgeon seemed to be trimming the yellow greater omentum.
The surgery was still going on. Why did Elder Lin say that it was completed?
Peng Jia had a thought in his heart. Elder Lin meant that the most difficult part of the surgery was over, and the remaining steps were not difficult for the surgeon at all.
However, he only dared to keep this thought in the deepest part of his heart.
He was afraid that if he asked, his beautiful dream would be shattered.
"Little Peng, is the surgeon an interventional doctor?" Elder Lin was a little tired as he asked slowly.
"He's a doctor from the General Surgery Department, but he's now doing interventional TIPS surgery. He's already been nominated for the Nobel Prize," Peng Jia answered.
Elder Lin did not say anything else. He closed his eyes to rest, only occasionally opening them to look at the progress of the surgery.
Thirty-two minutes after Elder Lin said that the surgery was over, Peng Jia saw the live broadcast of the surgery begin to irrigate the abdominal cavity with warm saline.
After two washes, the liquid sucked out of the aspirator was only slightly red in color. If one did not look carefully, they would not have noticed it at all.
The surgery was a success, right?
"Elder Lin, do you think the surgery was successful?" It was only at this moment that Peng Jia dared to ask.
"It was a success a long time ago. All that's left is the finishing touches," Elder Lin said lightly. Then, he stood up and patted Peng Jia's shoulder hard. He sighed and said, "Thirty years ago, if there was such a method, we wouldn't have been constantly fumbling in the clinic, causing some mistakes to happen again and again."
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