The Surgeon's Studio Chapter 637 - How Long Do You Think The Surgery Will Take?

Chapter 637: How Long Do You Think The Surgery Will Take?

Department Chief Kong’s surgery was neither fast nor slow. His skill level was so high that he could not slow down even if he wanted to.

Perhaps in the eyes of others, Department Chief Kong’s skill level was very high. However, in Zheng Ren’s eyes, the surgery he performed could only be considered average.

That was a difference in the order of magnitude. It was not something that could be made up with years of surgical experience.

Even if surgical experience was compared, Zheng Ren had more time than Department Chief Kong to perform high-level surgeries in the operating theater without rest or sleep.

However, Zheng Ren just watched quietly. Department Chief Kong’s surgery was not a problem and more than enough to complete the job. Zheng Ren would not jump out there and then just to show off his skills and suppress an old chief who loved and cared for him.

There were definitely people who would but not many. Something like that could be blamed on a lack of intelligence rather than having a high level of skill.

All six surgeries were completed around one o’clock in the afternoon.

Usually, Department Chief Kong rarely personally performed so many surgeries. Today was Zheng Ren’s first day here, so Department Chief Kong personally performed six surgeries in a row.

After all, he was already old. He did not eat lunch at noon, so the lead ap.r.o.n he wore after six surgeries soon felt heavier.

“Boss Zheng, it’s your turn.” After coming down, Department Chief Kong said those words with a smile.

“Okay.” Zheng Ren nodded.

The next patient was sent up. Zheng Ren inserted the radiographic films into the radiographic film viewer in the operating theater and used a familiar posture to read the radiographic films.

The patient was a 76-year-old male patient who had both cerebral infarction and myocardial infarction.

The diameter of the malignant tumor of the liver was a full six centimeters, and many blood vessels were involved in the blood supply. Among them was the internal mammary artery that Department Chief Kong mentioned.

The internal mammary artery was also known as the internal thoracic artery.

It was an important blood vessel that the cardiovascular surgery department had to select before the interventional surgery of the heart and coronary artery many years ago.

Under special circ.u.mstances, the internal mammary artery would be branched out. Its terminal branches, such as the superior abdominal artery and the diaphragm artery, supplied blood to the liver through these branches.

This special situation included having a liver malignant tumor that secreted a variety of influencing hormones which caused the blood vessels in the body to spread and grow abnormally. They would then supply blood to the tumor.

It was more troublesome to embolize the internal mammary artery because it was very tortuous and had branches that supplied blood to the pericardium, thymus, and other organs. If the superselection was not in place, the embolic agent would run to other places and cause ischemic necrosis on the normal organs.

However, when the tortuous blood vessels were repeatedly super-selected, it was inevitable that the guide wire would constantly touch the blood vessel wall, causing the blood clots and plaques attached to the blood vessel wall to fall off. The situation that Department Chief Kong had described would occur.

It was an abnormal branch that was extremely troublesome, and the surgery’s difficulty was quite high.

Zheng Ren read the scans seriously. A doctor sent the patient to the stage to do the preparatory work.

“Boss, I’ll go with you?” Rudolf Wagner’s hands were itchy. He lowered his voice and asked softly.

Although there were no TIPS surgeries that could be done, two interventional embolization surgeries for liver cancer could be considered a consolation prize.

“Sure.” Zheng Ren nodded.

The professor happily went to wash his hands and change his clothes. The doctor who was about to go on stage was a little puzzled. He looked at Department Chief Kong who was outside.

Department Chief Kong waved his hand and called him out.

“Just take a good look,” Department Chief Kong said.

“Chief, who is that foreigner?” the young doctor asked.

“Professor Rudolf Wagner from the medical center at the University of Heidelberg in Germany,” Department Chief Kong said. “He’s here to do a n.o.bel Prize project with Boss Zheng.”

The young doctor clicked his tongue. Whether it was an internationally renowned professor or the legendary n.o.bel Prize, they were all unreachable existences to him.

He looked enviously at Zheng Ren who was reading the film. He sighed in his heart. When Boss Zheng came over a few months ago, he was still a junior doctor. He did not expect that after a few months, he would be so amazing.

“Go and inform the others. Tell them that Boss Zheng is doing a demonstration surgery. If they want to see, they can come,” Department Chief Kong said.

“Okay.” The young doctor quickly went to inform the others.

Clinical demonstration surgeries were very rare. Usually, during large-scale academic conferences and when the higher-level hospitals set up training courses, high-level doctors would give demonstrations.

For example, at some higher-level academic conferences, famous international experts, professors, and scholars would be invited to give surgery demonstrations. They would also leave behind video information for other doctors to learn from.

However, that kind of opportunity was really too rare. It only happened once in a very long time, and the doctors treasured it very much.

After the professor finished disinfecting, more than a dozen people squeezed into the operating room.

During the ward round, everyone had seen Zheng Ren. They all knew that he was the doctor who had performed the prostate embolism a few months ago.

However, this time, the young doctor came here again as a n.o.bel Prize candidate. His role changed so quickly that it made people dazed.

“Department Chief Kong, is Boss Zheng going to superselect the internal mammary artery?” a professor leading the group asked in a low voice.

“Yes, I talked to Boss Zheng when I went on stage. He agreed to do two demonstration surgeries,” Department Chief Kong said.

The professor who asked this question was surnamed Zhao. He was the professor leading the group under Department Chief Kong.

After listening to Department Chief Kong, Professor Zhao was a little unhappy but felt a little strange, so he did not say it out loud.

The young man was arrogant and despotic. That was because he had an unstable personality. Why was the old chief also fooling around? Did he really think that the young man was a genius who could win any surgery?

A few days ago, Professor Zhao, who was leading the group, tried to embolize the internal mammary artery. Finally, after three hours of superselection, the surgery was completed.

But after the surgery, the patient developed blurred vision and other neurological symptoms.

After he left the stage, he was immediately sent to the Neurology Department for thrombolytic treatment. The patient had not fully recovered until now.

It was extremely difficult to embolize the internal mammary artery. Professor Zhao had experienced it firsthand.

Department Chief Kong said that Boss Zheng wanted to perform a demonstration surgery. Although he had already mentally prepared himself, he still did not believe it when he saw Zheng Ren and Professor Rudolf Wagner preparing to begin the surgery.

According to Department Chief Kong, if Boss Zheng could perform a demonstration teaching surgery, what would be the difference between their skill levels?

Boss Zheng did have some ability. He could embolize the prostate capillaries and create a medical model where the surgeon performed a 64-slice CT scan with 3D-image reconstruction before the surgery.

However, Professor Zhao still did not believe that his level of interventional surgery was so much higher than his.

Observation would be enough. Whether it was real or fake, one surgery would be enough to prove it.

Su Yun glanced at Professor Zhao from the side. When he saw that he did not speak, he felt a little regretful. Why were these people so cautious? He was so bored that no one jumped out to ask for a beating.

He looked at the screen and saw that Zheng Ren had already started the super selection. He shook his head slightly and sat on the sofa in the corner of the operating room.

“Su Yun, why aren’t you watching the surgery?” Department Chief Kong noticed something strange. When he turned around and saw Su Yun playing with his phone listlessly, he asked that question.

“There’s nothing to watch. It’s boring,” Su Yun said.

“Hehe, how are your own skills?” Department Chief Kong asked jokingly.

“You were the one who qualified me for my interventional surgery. What do you think of my skill level?” Su Yun said.

“You’re fine, Su Yun.” Department Chief Kong waved his hand.

Su Yun was helpless. He usually criticized other chief residents but that was it. Who else could say anything?

However, he still had to maintain respect for an old chief like Department Chief Kong.

“How long do you think boss Zheng’s surgery will take?” Department Chief Kong asked.

“Twenty-five minutes.”