Chapter 1026: Really That Strong
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Su Yun did not even look at the surgery. Instead, he was talking to Dr. Smith about the teaching of TIPS surgery.
Dr. Smith, on the other hand, was absent-minded. His eyes were always staring at the screen on their side.
Su Yun did not understand.
In his opinion, Zheng Ren’s surgery was indeed good, but that was all. If it was not because he was not interested in interventional surgery, catching up with him would only be a matter of one or two years.
The popularity of TIPS surgery was still more important than winning the Nobel Prize.
However, one minute later, the screen in the operating room lit up for less than ten seconds. Dr. Smith’s gaze accidentally fell on the screen, and he could not take his eyes off it.
He forgot that he was discussing TIPS surgery with Su Yun. He suddenly stood up. His upper body, which was like a piece of paper, was on the verge of collapsing and almost broke.
He strode in front of the screen and was silent.
Su Yun felt that it was strange. Zheng Ren’s surgery was good, but it should not have surprised the demons from the Mayo Medical Center so much.
Su Yun had a good understanding of Dr. Smith.
Because of the TIPS surgery project, a part of the evaluation process required people who were involved in the subject to evaluate and recommend it.
Of course, there were only a few people involved in the top subjects in the world, including Dr. Smith.
His level was even slightly better than Rudolf Wagner’s.
‘What’s going on?’ Su Yun stood up in confusion and looked at the screen.
The microcatheter was entering so smoothly that it was as if those small, curved arteries did not exist at all.
‘His skill is pretty good,’ Su Yun thought to himself.
It was even better than what he showed at the 912. This guy also knew how to keep secrets. Su Yun was not unhappy, but rather pleased.
Teaching others how to perform TIPS surgery step by step… It was possible that they would face the consequences of teaching their disciples how to starve to death.
Su Yun and Zheng Ren had discussed this matter before.
Zheng Ren’s point of view was that no matter how good other people’s skills were, they could only reach Su Yun’s level. It was not a big deal.
Su Yun was very angry, but he could not refute it. While praising himself, he also raised Zheng Ren higher. Su Yun thought that this was a way to show off.
Now that he looked at it… it was really f*cking true.
Where was this guy’s limit? Su Yun was also a little dazed. But then he smiled. The technique that was displayed now should be Zheng Ren’s limit.
This was forced out by the Mayo Medical Center, and it made him have one of his rare epiphanies.
His guess was right, but after a casual glance, he also fell silent.
The microcatheter controlled by Zheng Ren stopped at a strange position. It was neither forward nor backward. It looked particularly absurd.
And right here, the Professor began to inject an embolic agent.
Why? Su Yun started to construct the three-dimensional structure of the patient’s liver based on the image. His brain was working frantically. Because the black hair on his forehead was pressed down by the sterile cap, he was unable to help dissipate the heat. Su Yun felt somewhat distressed.
After an unknown amount of time, Su Yun finally had a glimmer of understanding in his heart.
That was the most suitable spot.
If he went any higher, he would be able to embolize a lot of undamaged liver tissue. If he went any lower, the scope of hemostasis would be smaller.
Could this be the experience he learned when he went to the Imperial Capital’s hepatobiliary table? Su Yun suddenly realized that Zheng Ren’s surgery did not stop when he was doing the construction. He turned a blind eye to the surgery and tried his best to figure out why.
He did not know how much time had passed, but Zheng Ren’s surgery had already begun to end.
F*ck… Su Yun was surprised.
Was there such a huge difference in skill? That was impossible!
He raised his head in confusion and did not continue to look at the surgery. Instead, he looked at Zheng Ren through the lead-lined glass.
With Professor Rudolf Wagner blocking him, Su Yun could only see a part of Zheng Ren’s figure.
He was so focused and serious that his hands did not seem to move at all. He knew that this was a manifestation of how meticulous he was when operating with the micro-guide wire and micro-catheter.
So the gap was really that big. Su Yun blew on his hair with his sterile cap on, and the black hair on his forehead could only flutter weakly a few times.
The entire operating room was completely silent.
A doctor who previously had an opinion about Zheng Ren’s surgery was also staring at the screen with his mouth agape. He was like a statue, not moving at all.
Su Yun knew that this was learning about surgery.
‘I’ve thought about it for so long before I can understand it. You guys can understand it too?’ Su Yun smiled, turned around, found a chair, and sat down casually.
If the surgery was done well, it would be easy to talk about the future.
This was the Mayo Clinic. There were as many patients as needed. There was no need to consider the source of the patients, the beds, the doctors, and the nursing care.
He had a deep foundation to become the Number One in the world. Every Number One had a reason, and it was not something that could be achieved by relying on luck.
The number of surgeries performed by Mayo alone was comparable to the number of surgeries performed of three to five in the Imperial Capital.
When he thought of this, Su Yun’s heart was at ease.
The number of surgeries that he thought could not be completed was just like the number of surgeries that were awarded the Nobel Prize. Now, it seemed that it was possible to complete them.
‘How lucky,’ he thought to himself.
After sighing, Su Yun was stunned for a moment.
‘Lucky? is Zheng Ren really that lucky?’ The journey was smooth. There were not even any major setbacks.
He laughed self-deprecatingly. Maybe it was, or maybe it was not. Who knew. Anyway, the most important thing now was to complete the number of surgeries for the Nobel Prize and promote TIPS surgery. The rest could be thought about in the future.
14 minutes and 23 seconds later, the surgery ended.
Just like the embolization and hemostasis surgery for pelvic fractures, the operation that took the longest time was not Zheng Ren’s super selection, but the Professor’s embolization.
There was no technique for injecting embolization drugs. It was basically impossible to shorten the time.
In other words, this surgery had already reached the human limit.
After the hemostasis and embolization surgery was over, Zheng Ren took out the membrane stent. It was extremely light and did not cause any side damage to the liver.
He then turned around and left the stage. The Professor was in charge of all the final work.
When he walked out of the surgery room, Zheng Ren realized that the gazes were not looking at him at all. Instead, they were staring at the screen.
‘They must have been shocked by the prime-level interventional surgery,’ Zheng Ren thought to himself. Not only them, even he himself was shocked.
It turned out that the difference between the prime-level and the master-level was so great that it could not be described with words.
If he did not rely on the prime-level card, it would have been great if he really had such a level.
Zheng Ren was also emotional.
There was still some time left. Zheng Ren simply found a place to sit down, closed his eyes, and began to recall the various details of the surgery.
Vaguely, the transparent ceiling that was close to the prime began to loosen.
However, Zheng Ren did not feel anything. He seized the time to leave the memories of his prime state in his mind and in his body. He let his muscles form memories to see if they could be helpful to his interventional surgery.
In the System space, the skill tree for interventional surgery grew crazily, and the faint sound of breaking could be heard in the air.
The crunching sound was aching to teeth and ears.