The bullet comments were messy. There were not many people who spoke, and it could not be compared to before.
During this period of time, the surgery live broadcast room had not been opened. The doctors who were curious and paid attention to it knew that what was lost was precious.
Therefore, when the live broadcast room was opened again, they all kept silent at the same time and paid attention to the surgery.
Sure enough, the surgery went extremely smoothly. One branch artery after another was embolized, and no one could tell that it was difficult at all.
The technical difficulty of the surgery could only be measured by interventional specialists.
However, at most, it could only be measured by one or two points. This was because Zheng Ren's standard and the strength of his assistant had already reached the peak of this world. No one else had seen this kind of surgery with their own eyes.
After all, the field of interventional surgery had only been around for a few decades. It could not be compared to surgery.
The surgery looked very simple. The entire process took less than an hour. When the micro-conducting wire was finally removed, the interventional doctor was still in a dream and could not extricate himself.
This surgery was simply too beautiful.
The interventional doctor vaguely felt that the skill level of the surgeon was constantly changing. He was getting stronger and stronger, and he could no longer understand how powerful his surgical technique was.
He almost could not understand it... the interventional doctor felt a hint of despair.
Chapter 425 - Ideal For Making People Laugh
The surgery had ended. However, the surgery's live broadcast room was still open.
Everyone was a little puzzled. At that moment, the bullet screen started to flood with comments.
[Is the surgery done? Could it be that the surgeon is going to perform A TWO-HIT COMBO?]
[ it's been a long time since I've performed a two-hit Combo. Please pray that the surgeon will perform neurosurgery.]
[You're going to beg? It's useless even if you kneel and lick their feet. Young man, it's already good enough to have a surgery to watch. Moreover, the future development of neurosurgery is also going to be interventional surgery, right? @interventional surgeon]
The interventional surgeon saw that someone had mentioned him, but he did not respond immediately. His mind was in a mess. He was still immersed in the surgery's procedures just now.
It was too awesome. If he were not watching it through a screen, he might have really kneeled down and licked his feet.
It was a pity that it was a foreign hospital. Otherwise, he would have died. Even if he had to resign, he would still have to study.Find authorized novels in , faster updates, better experience, Please click /book/the-surgeon's-studio_16489637605120805/ideal-for-making-people-laugh_49620100583587203 for visiting.
[Why isn't the live broadcast room closed yet? It can't really be a two-hit Combo, right?]
[It would be better to perform surgery during an entire night.]
[Speaking of which, it's so late for such a long surgery. Looking at the time, it's possible that the surgeon's in Canada.]
[Right! I only realized it after you said that. It's 4.15pm in Beijing now and should be 3.15am in Canada.]
[...Are all Canadians this tough when it comes to surgery? Do they all work so early in the morning?]
[That's weird but who cares? It's the end of the workday anyway. It would be great if I could really perform surgery for the entire night.]
The bullet comments flew across the screen. Not long after, lights and shadows began to flash as the live broadcast started up again.
The doctors with their quick hands immediately went to look at the patient's medical records and information. However, they were all shocked to realize that it was actually the previous patient.
[Damn… It's still the previous patient. The information hasn't changed.]
[This is the second time the surgery has been performed?]
[This can't be. The surgery just now was done exceptionally well. I don't see any problems. ]
[@interventional doctor, tell me. The time has come when I need you.]
The interventional doctor was also stunned for a moment. It was then that he realized that the image in front of him seemed to be a CT image.
Was the surgeon going to perform radiofrequency ablation?
Usually, radiofrequency ablation did not require one to waste so much time on embolic surgery. Some iodine oil was floating inside the tumor as a location. Then, after one or two weeks, it would be directly burned.
The second-grade hospital that he was in did not have radiofrequency ablation equipment. He had only come into contact with it a few years ago when he went to the Capital to study.
In theory, radiofrequency ablation was equivalent to surgical resection.
However, that was only in theory.
He was not sure about the specifics.
Therefore, he could only remain silent when others tagged him.
At this moment, his heart was already soaring. He was extremely eager to further his studies and learn more about this.
The interventional doctor was an ordinary, middle-aged man. He rarely talked about his ambitions. It was not that he did not have any, but because he just did not dare to mention them out loud.
No matter how boring a middle-aged man was, as long as he said his ambitions, he would be able to make people laugh.
At this moment, his ambitions that had already been covered in dust suddenly shone with a dazzling light.
Life had already given him everything he wanted. However, they could not remove the ambitions in his heart. While his ambitions could make people laugh, he was still firm about them.
In the CT image, an irregular tumor with a diameter of 4cm could be seen. More than half the doctors watching the live broadcast did not know what the surgeon was going to do.
Radiofrequency ablation. Although the surgical method had already been invented, it was usually only carried out at large scale cities above the provincial capital in the country.
[Radiofrequency ablation? I remember that radiofrequency ablation should be done within one to two weeks after interventional embolization for the most ideal results.]
[There is also advice that it's good to do radiofrequency directly after interventional embolization. Whether this is accurate or not, no one really knows as there has been no large data sample yet to date.]
[The surgeon performed two surgeries in a row. Awesome!]
There were only a few bullet comments from those who were not professionals. Everyone only had a rough understanding of what was going on. As such, no one was confident enough to talk about the specifics.
The first needle appeared on the c.h.e.s.t wall's right side. The needle entered the right side of the c.h.e.s.t wall and pierced through the diaphragm into the tumor tissue.
[Damn... He's too bold.]
[Do you really not know how to PNEUMOTHORAX? I'm waiting online for the answer. It's quite urgent.]
[Thanks for the invitation! The location of the patient's tumor is closer to the right upper edge of the liver. The best way to completely remove it is to insert the needle from the c.h.e.s.t wall. However, the complications that can occur from this are very headache-inducing but not too serious. It's just PNEUMOTHORAX.]
[PNEUMOTHORAX, it's still just, it's still just. UPSTAIRS, you're too arrogant.]
[If a pneumothorax appears, does it count as a medical accident?]
[Who knows? Maybe there are no medical disputes in Canada. I heard that the Montreal General Hospital needed thousands of Canadian dollars to fill out a medical report. This is a shortage of supply. Who would dare to cause trouble? Those who did would simply be blacklisted.]
[Just take a good look at everything. Your bullet comments
are blocking my view.]
One, two, three needles were inserted. They began to heat up and melt.
The melting time was relatively long, and the images did not change. Everyone began to chat.
The interventional doctor was completely dumbfounded.
In the surgery's live broadcast room, the surgical standard displayed by the surgeon was already completely incomprehensible to him.
Three radiofrequency needles were inserted into the tumor tissue from different angles. One of the needles was pierced through the c.h.e.s.t cavity.
Was it actually possible?
Medical science was progressing very quickly. The thoracotomy and laparotomy operations twenty years ago were now mostly replaced by thoracoscopy and laparoscopy.
Who could be sure that in twenty years, thoracoscopy and laparoscopy would not be replaced by a brand-new surgical method that was more efficient?
What the bullet messages said on-screen before were just speculations by interventional doctors.
However, when he saw the radiofrequency needle start to heat up and burn the tumor tissue, he was very sure that the surgeon's technique must have been tried and tested and would definitely work.
However... Canada was really far away. Moreover, even if he went there, who would care for him?
Fifteen minutes later, the radiofrequency needle was taken out and a CT scan of the abdomen and c.h.e.s.t was performed again.
There was no gas or fluid in the c.h.e.s.t.
There was no fluid in the abdominal cavity. The liver tumor was completely burned at the location marked by the Lipiodol.
The area of cauterization was 0.5cm wider than the edge of the tumor tissue.
Otherwise, it would have been impossible to burn the tumor. If there was residual tumor tissue, it would lead to the possibility of more surgery in the future.
On the image, although the edge of the tumor tissue was irregular, the cauterization of the radiofrequency needle burn was also irregular.
Obviously, the surgeon had tailored a plan for the patient according to the tumor itself rather than following the standard.
Accurate and precise!
It was as if done flawlessly by a machine.
This was a flawless surgery.
Even doctors who did not know how to perform interventional surgery could see that all the patient's tumor tissue had been burned off when looking at the abdominal CT scan.
The effect was no different from surgical removal.
However, the injuries suffered by the patient were worlds apart. The patient could be out and about within four to six hours after radiofrequency ablation. On the other hand, a patient after hepatectomy would probably have to stay in bed for three days after the surgery.
In the surgery's live broadcast room, there was silence.
There were no bullet messages flying around on the screen until the live broadcast room was closed. After another ten minutes, a bullet message suddenly flew past.
[That was too f*cking awesome that words can't begin to even describe it.]
Chapter 426 - I’m Not Going Back
In Sea City General Hospital, at the emergency building's operating room.
Zheng Ren and Professor Rudolf Wagner were performing a percutaneous arterial embolization. The operation went very smoothly.
Su Yun was still as lazy as ever. However, his eyes were staring at the screen without blinking. There was a strange look on his face.
Ever since Gao Shaojie entered the operating theatre and went into the CT room, he had stood still all the while, his expression turning more serious as things progressed.
Because he was considered an expert, he understood what was going on better than the Secondary Hospital doctors.
The surgeon and his assistant were awesome so of course, the surgery was awesome too.
However, it was definitely not enough to only use the word "awesome" to describe it.
He searched through his memories for surgeries he had seen when studying at Columbia University Medical Center, thinking about the ones done by top international professors.
He compared his memories to the surgery in front of him through various perspectives.
In the end, he came to a shocking conclusion.
Sea City General Hospital's standard of liver cancer interventional treatment surgery was far more advanced than Columbia University Medical Center.
At the start, Gao Shaojie did not believe this no matter what, unwilling to admit it as a fact.
He was shuffling through his mind for countless reasons to defend Columbia University's teachers and professors, trying to protect the pride in his heart.Find authorized novels in , faster updates, better experience, Please click /book/the-surgeon's-studio_16489637605120805/i%E2%80%99m-not-going-back_49620101674103555 for visiting.
However...
Anyone who had some idea of what was going on and was skilled enough would be able to tell that the level of the surgery in Sea City General Hospital's operating theater far surpassed that of Columbia University Medical Center.
What the f*ck!
Gao Shaojie cursed in his heart. He was not scolding the surgeon operating now but simply venting the confusion in his heart.
Was this Sea City or Mayo Clinic?
If it was Mayo Clinic, he would gladly accept this fact.
After all, they were not number one in the world for no reason.
However, this was Sea City. He had been "invited" by another hospital to perform a surgery.
He did not expect to encounter such an awesome surgery taking place here.
Four tumors were feeding off the blood vessels. Each embolism was extremely difficult. In Gao Shaojie's opinion, if he wanted to do radiofrequency ablation next, there was no need to embolize at all. He would only need to use some iodine to mark the tumor's location.
However, the young surgeon did not think about this at all. Instead, he firmly decided to embolized all the blood vessels supplying to the tumor tissue.
No matter how tortuous removing them from the blood vessels seemed to be, he seemed unfazed in the face of this all.
The young surgeon operated the locally-manufactured guide wire that was slightly stiff and difficult to use. He advanced all the way, performing the angiography, super selection, medication, and embolization all in one go.
Gao Shaojie was stunned by what he saw.
If it was only once, it might have been because of luck.
However, the four tumors were being supplied nutrients by the blood vessels. Each of them were smoothly removed without any difficulties.
This surgery was simply too f*cking awesome!
Gao Shaojie's face was expressionless, but there was turmoil in his heart.
Soon, the tumor tissue embolism was over. He pushed the cart to the CT room and prepared to perform the radiofrequency ablation.
Wang Qiang's expression was skeptical as he watched from the side.
Su Yun, Chu Yanran, and Xie Yiren all went to help push the patient out of the operating room.
Wang Qiang then asked in a low voice, "Teacher Gao, why do I feel like the surgery done earlier was...far too simple?"
He racked his brain for how to phrase it but could only think of the word "simple".
Other than "simple", what else could he say? That it had been so well-executed? What if Teacher Gao did not feel the same way? It would just be like slapping him in the face.
Wang Qiang wanted to cling onto Gao Shaojie's t.h.i.g.h. If there was any surgery he could not perform, it only took a phone call to Gao Shaojie to come over from the Provincial Capital to save the patient. It only took two hours, and the majority of the surgery usually went off without a hitch.
As such, he decided to choose a word that sounded a little over the top.
"It's not simple." Gao Shaojie sighed and did not bother explaining to Wang Qiang. Instead, he took
out his phone and dailed a number.
"Tell the department I got injured in Sea City and can't go back for the time being."
"It's nothing. It's just a minor problem. I twisted my ankle a little. The specialist won't be able to diagnose it until tomorrow. Well, there won't be any surgeries this week or next so if you want to go back to your hometown then you can."
"Okay, that's it then. I'm hanging up."
Hearing Gao Shaojie's words, Wang Qiang was stunned.
In the Provincial Capital, at the Affiliated Hospital of the University of Medicine, the department directors leading the group had given them a number of hospital beds, patients, and surgeries. How many were there?
To put it simply, their brains almost popped out.
What did a hospital bed mean?
The number of patients, the number of surgeries, the department's position, and how much money they earned.
Each of the group's professors went out to the clinic one day a week. Today, they checked in patients to fill up the hospital beds before they were operated on next week. After that, the patients were discharged and the cycle would rinse and repeat.
Even before the New Year when the department doctors were on vacation, and the advanced students and graduate students had all gone home for the New Year, the group professors still refused to give up.
Through connections, they found people to help them as they continued working until New Year's Eve.
Wang Qiang was that sort of person.
He was nearby the Provincial Capital. When needed, he could be reached with just a phone call.
If there was a sect in the medical world, Wang Qiang had already tied himself to Gao Shaojie's chariot. This was a known fact.
What had happened exactly? Why were they not accepting patients? Why did they stop performing surgeries?
Wang Qiang was stunned.
Gao Shaojie did not explain anything to Wang Qiang. He took a leave of absence without hesitation. The so-called costs incurred by this were nothing in front of this surgery and the second people's Hospital's TIPS surgery.
His surgical skills had already reached its limits. It would be difficult for him to reach another breakthrough again.
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