Chapter 827: Haunted or Dead
“Professor Zhao, come on stage for the surgery.” Zheng Ren greeted him with a smile.
He just greeted him without thinking. After he said that, Zheng Ren brushed past Zhao Yunlong and went to change his clothes.
‘Go on stage? Go f*ck yourself!’
Zhao Yunlong cursed in his heart.
In order to watch the surgery, he specially asked his junior doctor to send the patient after 9:15. But this surgery… He did not see it at first glance. How did it end?
Go inside? Go stand by the wall in the empty operating theater?
Go outside? Zheng Ren was changing his clothes. Would it be awkward to see him?
Standing in the corridor of the operating theater, Zhao Yunlong was stunned.
He was in a dilemma.
“Boss, sign the documents later. Don’t forget!” Su Yun’s voice came from the operating theater.
“Got it. You write it first. I’ll sign it after I leave,” Zheng Ren replied.
The date of signing the documents had to be compared. 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 absent-minded.
But at this moment, Su Yun walked out. Wearing a sterile cap, he glanced at Zhao Yunlong.
Zhao Yunlong quickly walked forward and pretended that he was going to perform the surgery.
“Professor Zhao, you’re really early. The patient hasn’t been sent off yet, right? Are you preparing to be a circulating nurse? Why are you here so early to prepare the table?” When he passed by Su Yun, Zhao Yunlong heard Su Yun’s taunting words.
“…” He pretended that he did not hear it and quickly walked to his operating room.
“Professor Zhao, do you want me to go down and help you bring the patient up?” the smile on Su Yun’s lips became more and more prominent as he continued to speak.
Zhao Yunlong cursed in his heart and quickly flashed a glance into the operating room. The air-tight lead door was closed, and Su Yun’s words could faintly be heard again.
Zhao Yunlong did not hear what exactly it was, but it was definitely not something good.
He really held his breath. Zhao Yunlong almost vomited blood in the operating room.
After calming himself down, he took out his phone and opened Xinglin Garden again. He found the live broadcast of the surgery in the operating theater.
Fortunately, it had this function. Otherwise, he would have died of suffocation.
However, the interventional surgery room was all lead doors and lead plates. The signal was terrible. Zhao Yunlong had no choice but to open the window. He leaned out half of his body to receive the signal.
The recording of the surgery started the moment the operator stood at the operating table. The field of vision was the operator’s field of vision.
Disinfection, puncture, and insertion of the guide wire–once the guide wire was in place, the puncture kit would be inserted.
At this moment, the operator raised his head, and the screen lit up. He was starting to step on the line, and he was about to find a place to puncture.
Zhao Yunlong unconsciously held his breath and watched carefully.
The puncture kit did not hesitate at all. After going down, it paused slightly. Then, it was pulled out, and a stent was inserted.
Was it over just like that?
Zhao Yunlong felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave.
His entire body was cold, and his body was trembling slightly.
Could he do this with TIPS surgery? He looked at the phone screen in a daze and watched as the dark stent was unfurled 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 that as the pressure on the portal vein decreased, the varicose vein at the bottom of the gastric fundus also gradually shrank. The venous network of other parts of the body, which had grown to compensate for the loss, also began to shrink.
Another stent was then inserted, and the tube was pulled out. The surgery was over.
Simple,
Clean,
Beautiful…
It was not beautiful at all. It was just a very simple surgery.
If Zhao Yunlong did not have the experience of hundreds of TIPS surgeries, if Zhao Yunlong did not personally see Zheng Ren go for the surgery, if he did not know that Chief Luo of the Digestive Department had introduced a patient to Zheng Ren…he would have doubted the authenticity of this surgery.
TIPS surgery could actually be so simple?
This was a surgery that crossed the ages! No wonder the Nobel Prize in Medicine and Biology recommended the new surgeon as a candidate a few decades later.
What Zhao Yunlong could not understand even more was that the puncture point could not overlap with the dozens of puncture points that he had found.
In other words, he had found the wrong one.
Zhao Yunlong’s body shivered. His hands trembled so much that he almost dropped his phone.
Damn it! Who turned the air-conditioning in the operating theater to such a low temperature?! Zhao Yunlong cursed in his heart and pulled his head back.
He looked up. It was 26 degrees–just right.
But why was he so cold?
Zhao Yunlong calmed down for a moment and turned off the phone in his hand. He tried his best not to think about the TIPS surgery that had just ended on the live broadcast.
After completely letting go, he felt a little better.
This surgery was really well done… No wonder the young man was so arrogant and domineering. He was very capable.
Although he thought so, Zhao Yunlong was still not convinced.
He decided to spend the night researching the new TIPS surgery method.
Nuclear magnetic resonance imaging? At worst, he could just start from the beginning and study the operation of the nuclear MRI. Nothing would be difficult for him.
From the beginning of his studies, he was the strongest student until he got to the 912 and married a beautiful, rich woman. He was the winner of his life!
This time was no exception!
Zhao Yunlong was shouting in his heart to cheer himself up. He had to move from one victory to another. He absolutely could not afford to fail.
He had made the most arduous research preparations. He had to cross this threshold, definitely!
It was like he had just arrived at the 912 and pushed his rival away.
He quickly calmed down and began to think about what to do.
There were a lot of things to do, but it was not difficult for Zhao Yunlong.
The basic research of nuclear magnetic resonance imaging started from the principle of the machine, then gradually progressed to nuclear MRI, and then used nuclear MRI to determine the location of the puncture point.
Yes!
That was it!
After Zhao Yunlong made up his mind, he felt that his body was 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 operation. She did not expect to see a person sitting in the corner. She was shocked.
Because of her nervousness, the sterile bag in her hand almost fell to the ground. Her face was pale and full of fear.
It made sense. A person was sitting quietly in the originally empty operating theater… Was it a f*cking ghost or a fake corpse?
Then, she recognized that it was Zhao Yunlong. She patted her chest and said unhappily, “Professor Zhao, are you hiding? How old are you? Why are you still so childish?”
Zhao Yunlong was speechless. He apologized, walked out, and went to the operating theater.
Sitting on the chair, he saw that the doctor below him had sent the patient up and was busy preparing for the surgery. He replayed 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 magnetic diffusion.
Then, that was it. He would study it properly later. He could not just watch as the bed in his hands was snatched away until the position of chief physician was left to Zheng Ren!
‘Taking a step back won’t open up the sky and the sea. There’s no way out.’ Zhao Yunlong has always believed in this principle.