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"Yes, that's right. The recording of my surgery has been reviewed by several professors in Imperial Capital and Sorcery Capital, and they claimed that the surgeon's skill was unbelievable, and perhaps far superior to that of Professor Ichiro Moriyu's.
"Yes, you're right. I don't think it's possible, either.
"Alright, I'll contact you again if something happens."
Bu Ruotian hung up and smiled bitterly.
The other party simply could not believe that an unknown doctor in Sea City was actually that proficient in surgery, and he would not book an urgent flight to Imperial Capital based on it.
Bu Ruotian had almost died, and so was now more open-minded than before. In all honesty, recommending a doctor to someone was not necessarily beneficial. If something went south along the way, disaster would await him as well.
This was especially the case with Zheng Ren, a young doctor. If he had not been anesthetized and left unconscious, he would never have let the young man perform surgery on him.
He had started to become unbothered by many issues once he became open-minded. The other party had been good to him, so after realizing Doctor Zheng's proficiency, he had had to do something—including asking Doctor Zheng for his opinion—to repay the man's kindness.
Even when there was a high chance that his suggestion would be rejected.
And as expected, it was.
The other party sounded annoyed as well, under the assumption that he was simply fooling around.
Bu Ruotian shook his head.
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Chapter 196 - Core Technologies
A few hours before...
Mu Tao trailed behind Wu Haishi as they exited the research building.
The old man walked in silence. Once they were past the doors, he suddenly asked, "Are you confident?"
"Yes," Mu Tao replied without hesitation.
A few months ago, he would not have had the confidence to say that he could beat Jin Yaowu. Their abilities were roughly equal and there would be no clear winner. However, at this very moment, Mu Tao was sure he could trounce Jin Yaowu.
After analyzing the livestream on Xinglin Garden, Old Wu had deduced the surgeon had used a custom configuration for the 64-slice CT scan reconstruction.
As a result, Mu Tao had invested a good amount of time into researching 3D reconstruction of CT scans.
In terms of his surgical skill, he was already above average. It was impossible to make any significant improvements on that front with what little time they had.
Hence, he had decided to branch out and master a subspecialty. He believed it would give him the edge he needed to beat Jin Yaowu.
"Old Wu, it must have been a tiring day for you." As they stepped out into the cold, Hua Yingying stood and approached them. She took one of OId Wu's arms with care. Mu Tao suddenly realized that Hua Yingying could be his teacher's most important disciple.
"You've been waiting out here, in the cold. You should be worried about yourself." Old Wu shook off her assistance but gave her a verbal pet on the head.
Hua Yingying put on a respectful smile as she ensured the professor was warm. She walked a few steps ahead of Old Wu and opened the car door.
"Mu Tao, arrange for a 64-slice CT scan reconstruction before the surgery," Old Wu said.
Mu Tao nodded and watched as the Mercedes-Benz drove away, then got his phone out to make the necessary arrangements.
Personal requests were best done after working hours.
As it was the weekend, the timing was more flexible.
Once the arrangements were made, Mu Tao headed for the interventional radiology department as scenes from the Xinglin Garden's livestream replayed in his head.
It had been perfect.
Mu Tao believed that he could achieve the level of perfection of the livestream's surgeon one day, and that day was not too far away.
He arrived at the interventional radiology department and displayed his identification. He was met with the on-call doctor's warm welcome.
"These patients are so lucky." The doctor brought Mu Tao to the office and switched on the computer.
At this moment, the nation's most esteemed surgeons were congregated in the city for the elective surgery on Monday.
The doctor's comment was not a compliment for him per se, but Mu Tao regarded himself a bit better than the lead professor.
"How many patients?" Mu Tao asked.
"22."
"What happens if we can't complete them?"
"The lead professor will step in. The caseload was spread out between two to three days but when the patients caught news that a bigshot professor was performing surgery, they all rescheduled to Monday. After all, the cost was the same," the doctor explained to Mu Tao.
Mu Tao flipped through the patients' case files, skipping the mild cases, to find a suitable subject for demonstrative surgery.
He avoided cases that were too challenging as well. He was not a fool to make such a mistake.
A moderately difficult case was what he wanted.
This hospital was well-equipped and well-staffed. Mu Tao finished looking at the scans of 22 patients and picked out three. "Give me these three patients."
"You want to perform surgery on all three?" the doctor said curiously.
"Yes. It'll be done in one morning." Mu Tao wrote down the patients' case numbers and visited them to ask some health-related questions before heading to the CT room.
Old Wu had already contacted the department and the deputy chief was personally waiting for Mu Tao at the CT room. When Mu Tao mentioned he wanted to attempt 3D reconstruction of CT scans, the deputy chief exclaimed, "How far has technology come; even surgeons can perform reconstruction now. In a few years, we'll be out of jobs."
They both knew it was a joke.
This was a special occasion that required a personal touch.
It depended on the surgeon's dedication.
Mu Tao was glad to see the same machine as the one they had in Shenzhen Economic Development Zone People's Hospital. As he was familiar with the machine, he would finish faster.
As he observed Mu Tao's skillful operation of the machine, a bitter smile appeared on the face of the deputy chief.
The joke he made minutes ago was not as funny now.
If clinical doctors could operate these machines… What a scary thought.
The deputy chief knew Mu Tao was a high achiever and only a handful of surgeons in the country possessed similar skills. However, watching Mu Tao's effortless manipulation of the system made his heart twinge.
"Chief, I'm gonna take some time so you may have to wait a bit," Mu Tao said as he fiddled with the system.
"A few hours is fine. Old Wu personally asked me for this favor."
Time passed and as evening came, the CT room remained quiet.
The deputy chief refreshed the news feed on his phone. The same news kept recycling on the screen.
Hours had gone by and he was bored out of his mind. Footsteps echoed from the corridor outside.
"Who's here at this hour?" Deputy Chief Zhang wondered.
From their conversation, it sounded like one of the research graduates.
"What's this?" Deputy Chief Zhang was surprised to find people in this corner of the building.
"This associate wanted to have a look at our machines, so I brought him over." The research graduate was startled by the deputy chief's question. Like a deer caught in h
eadlights, the young man put on an awkward smile.
The congregation of medical professionals from all parts of the country had led to an increase in department tours. Deputy Chief Zhang paid them no mind and continued scrolling his phone.
They went into another control room. The research student let out a breath of relief.
"Mr. Zheng, this is the model we have. It's a 320-slice Siemens," he said with pride. "Are you familiar with it?"
The question was a formality. He assumed Zheng Ren would not have a clue.
This model was rare in the country as it was top-tier equipment with only one real competitor, a 640-slice CT machine from Toshiba.
In the early development of 3D reconstruction technology, 64-slice scans were the upper limit. Hence, the technology was commonly referred to as 64-slice 3D image reconstruction.
Continuous advancement in the imaging field led to multiple equipment updates. The difference between a 640-slice and 320-slice scan was insignificant.
Zheng Ren smiled and said, "More or less. The switch is here, right?"
He turned on the machine.
It came to life with a low hum. The research student quickly stepped forward to help Zheng Ren with the controls. He would not be able to answer to his superiors if Zheng Ren accidentally damaged the machine.
Zheng Ren stood aside and let the young man busy himself with the controls. They followed the appropriate operating procedures and keyed in the patient's case number to bring up the corresponding scans.
At first, the research student could track Zheng Ren's every stroke, but he was soon bewildered.
'This man is a surgeon, but he can perform a 3D image reconstruction manually? This… This is retrograde reconstruction.'
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Chapter 197 - The Master From Montreal
Zheng Ren had had to attend two meetings today, so he had returned late. Seven cases were selected after a round of evaluation.
The cases he chose were a mix of difficulties. Some patients had early-stage primary tumors that called for a direct injection of iodized oil into the hepatic artery, while some showed signs of metastatic carcinomatosis cirrhosis.
In Zheng Ren's eyes, the patients were his number one priority. He ignored the System's mission and the complications of each case.
He stayed true to the doctor's code of ethics.
Saving lives outweighed everything else.
One of the patients that showed symptoms of hepatic cirrhosis seemed similar to the patient referred by Bu Ruotian. These cases interested Zheng Ren as it was tricky to determine malignancy.
One…
Two…
Three…
Zheng Ren had performed these reconstructions back in Sea City. With his Master-level skill, he manipulated the system with an uncanny ease and familiarity.
The research graduate stared at him wide-eyed.
He thought the others had been joking when they called Zheng Ren a 'boss'.
Now, his view of Zheng Ren had changed. He was ready to kneel before this master.
With his limited knowledge, he could only understand bits and pieces of what Zheng Ren was doing.
Zheng Ren appeared to be manually reconstructing the 64-slice CT scans to locate the tumor-feeding artery.
This was no ordinary feat.
Radiology research graduates focused on interpretation and diagnosis.
A research graduate who completed a radiology attachment would be able to interpret imaging, be they CT, MRI or X-ray scans.
System manipulation, on the other hand… Equipment these days came with sophisticated software that required minimal user input. Manual configuration was compulsory back in the old days when software development was lagging behind.
Now, manual configuration was unnecessary.
He would have deemed such a practice ludicrous were he not witnessing it first-hand.
His head throbbed as he tried to make sense of the operation. In the end, he turned away to avoid popping a vessel.
Despite his curiosity, the research graduate walked out of the room.
He was afraid that he would faint from the information overload.
Instead, he went to check out the room next door.
He gently knocked on the door and went in, greeting Deputy Chief Zhang.
The 64-slice CT scan of a liver cancer patient was on display.
'What is going on tonight?'
Both doctors were performing rare manual reconstructions of similar cases.
He was baffled.
"Little Liang, can you understand what he is doing?" Deputy Chief Zhang asked, bored.
"Yes…"
"Oh? You do?"
"A bit," the research graduate replied curtly as his headache threatened to return.
"Not bad. A bit of understanding goes a long way," Deputy Chief Zhang chuckled in a low voice. "Very few people do this these days. You have a good eye if you can catch what he's doing at first glance."
"It's not my first time seeing this," the young man said.
"Oh? You've seen others do this?" the deputy chief asked.
The research graduate gulped and stared at the control room door. "Next door."
A look of surprise came across Deputy Chief Zhang's face and he recalled the recent rumors surrounding the research and development department.
Still, he suppressed his inner curiosity. Years of work experience had cultivated a strong sense of professionalism in him.
Things that were beyond his scope should be ignored. Some questions were better left unasked.
Mu Tao was almost done with the rendering. The hepatic tumors were artistically dissected and displayed on the screen.
Deputy Chief Zhang was shocked.
The reconstruction was totally different from what he had imagined.
On the visualized image, the arteries that branched out from the hepatic artery fed into the tumor. In addition, two more tumor-feeding arteries had been identified, one originating from the phrenic artery while the other from the renal artery.
What an amazing feat!
Mu Tao was searching for the print function; Deputy Chief Zhang approached to help him process the image and said, "You have a rare skill there. Is it from Old Wu's new research?"
Mu Tao's pearly whites shone. "I picked it up from a surgery livestream hosted by Montreal General Hospital."
"Impeccable technique," Deputy Chief Zhang commented.
"I was doubtful at first. But the professor's encouragement and reminders made me decide to spend one month in a CT room to learn the skills required," Mu Tao explained. "I've run two clinical tests and the outcome was obvious."
"Ah, the young learn so fast." Deputy Chief Zhang patted Mu Tao's shoulder and said, "I have high expectations for you. Good luck!"
"Thank you, sir."
"I'll be leaving now. Little Liang, once your side is done, remember to switch off the machines and lock the door," Deputy Chief Zhang said to the research graduate.
"Yes, sir," the research graduate responded. He was glad that it was Deputy Chief Zhang he had run into. Had it been his own boss, there would have been a lot of shouting.
"Hard at work at this hour?" Mu Tao saw the lights of the other control room flicker.
"Mr. Zheng from the northeast district is inside. He's also performing 3D reconstruction of a 64-slice CT scan."
"Oh?" Mu Tao's curiosity was piqued.
Since the d
iscovery of the Xinglin Garden livestream, Mu Tao had spent many days and nights learning the ropes under the guidance of Old Wu. The technique was in his grasp but his execution was still imperfect.
However, with this advantage, Mu Tao was confident he would come out victorious.
It was the ace up his sleeve—this unique technique born from Montreal General Hospital.
He wondered what the man was doing in the control room. It must be standard reconstruction using the system's default settings.
Mu Tao smirked confidently but decided to have a peek into the room before he clocked out.
The northeast region? Were there any surgeons worth mentioning? Most of those would have fled south to seek greener pastures.
Mu Tao remembered Professor Pei's glowing review of this young doctor. It had provoked the ire of Professor's Pei's most senior disciple, Jin Yaowu.
He could understand Jin Yaowu's disp.l.e.a.s.u.r.e at being compared to a young upstart. People even called him the 'boss'.
Boss Zheng; it had a funny ring to it.
Mu Tao grinned. "Boss Zheng, huh? I want to meet him."
Dr. Liang figured it was common courtesy. He led Mu Tao into the control room.
Zheng Ren was no longer performing the reconstruction. Instead, his attention was fixed on the 64-slice CT scan of a patient.
Mu Tao's grin widened.
'Just as I thought: there was no way this guy would know advanced techniques such as retrograde reconstruction. He's just using the machine to get a clearer view."
No matter how detailed existing scans were, they would not have an impact on the surgery's progression; not without some form of retrograde reconstruction.
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Chapter 198 - Bootl.i.c.k.i.n.g Gets You Nowhere