Professor Rudolph Wagner did not look at the scans with Zheng Ren. Instead, he was busy preparing for the surgery.
When the puncture began, the professor called out to Zheng Ren, "Soss, I'm going to perform the puncture."
Zheng Ren replied in affirmation as he went to put on his lead apron. He washed his hands and went on stage.
The professor was a little nervous. After all, this was the day that he had been looking forward to for a long time. Although he had a little too much fun yesterday so he had a little less energy today, he still forced himself to focus and carry out the femoral artery puncture seriously.
The needle drew blood as the guide wire was sent in.
Chapter 478 - Hard To Look At
When Zheng Ren went on stage, Professor Rudolf Wagner moved aside and stood at the assistant's position.
Although Zheng Ren had not performed a prostate interventional embolization since coming back from the Imperial Capital, there was definitely a large improvement in between his Master-level and Grandmaster-level surgery skills. The levels made a huge difference.
This was already proven by the TIPS surgery.
Zheng Ren was also a little curious. What kind of improvement would there be in the prostate interventional embolization?
The patient's hyperplasia prostate had five different branches within the capillary network. Zheng Ren was only prepared to do one of them. The rest would be learning material for Professor Rudolf Wagner to try the embolization.
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Professor Rudolph Wagner wanted to devote himself to the surgery but had drank too much last night so his head was buzzing.
When he attempted to focus, his field of vision converged and the professor felt light-headed.
What happened last night! Why did he have to have a prostate interventional embolization today? Why did he have to drink so much beer!
In Professor Rudolf Wagner's memory, the last thing he remembered was drinking with Chang Yue. After that, he had a blackout.
He could not remember anything else that happened afterward.
This morning, he woke up in a hotel bed with his little lover—his violin—in his arms.
What should he do? The professor was distressed and depressed, almost about to rip out his hair.
"Now you try, Lil Fugui." Zheng Ren's voice rang in the professor's ear as he was trying hard to focus.
Professor Rudolf Wagner was stunned. Had he not been doing the angiography just now? Was he that absent-minded at the moment?
Trying hard to overcome his hangover, the professor took a look at the image. The first group of capillary networks had been tied firmly.
Superselection and embolism. Rinse and repeat until the capillary network disappeared.
When... When did he do all this?
Professor Rudolf Wagner suddenly felt like he was going crazy.
He was inexplicably fl.u.s.tered.
It was fine if he could not understand the TIPS surgery. However, he could not even understand the prostate interventional embolization that had constantly been on his mind?
No! It must be a hangover, this damn hangover.
After Zheng Ren said that, he raised his hand, flattened his c.h.e.s.t, and took a step back. After that, he turned around and stood back to back with the professor.
The professor stood in the surgeon's position in a daze. Zheng Ren turned around again so that he was now in the assistant's position.
"Just do what I did just now. It's very simple." Zheng Ren's tone was very calm, without a trace of anger. "Go on and try it, Lil Fugui."
Professor Rudolf Wagner's heart clenched painfully.
Try it? He had not even seen it. What was there to try!
How was he going to do it? Superselection? The capillary network's diameter was so thin. How was he going to superselect it?
Zheng Ren was also very curious. Why was the usually energetic Professor Rudolf Wagner standing there like an idiot and not moving at all?
He nudged the professor with his elbow. "Hey, Lil Fugui. Get to it."
He was just like a young doctor who was operating for the first time that Zheng Ren was also speechless.
The surgery just now had been done quite smoothly. Compared to when he was in Imperial City, the surgery's level had indeed improved by an astronomical level.
Zheng Ren was very satisfied. If he did it himself, the entire surgery would probably take less than an hour.
However, the professor... Was he shocked by his technique? Or was it because of the hangover?
This was going to be troublesome.
Zheng Ren asked, "Lil Fugui, are you feeling unwell?"
"Uh..."
"Why don't I do it myself? You can go and rest for a while," Zheng Ren said. "I really want to teach you. I'll go through the process again with you next time then."
Zheng Ren really wanted to complete the mission issued by the System.
However, the prerequisite for completing the mission was definitely not letting a hangover doctor be in a bad mood.
The professor was clearly not feeling well.
The mission... Forget it. The surgery came first.
Hearing Zheng Ren's "considerate" words, the professor's hair stood on its ends. He felt goosebumps all over, to the point that he wanted to blow away his sterile hat.
"No! Boss!" Professor Rudolf Wagner immediately answered firmly, "I can do it. I'll do it now."
Zheng Ren was speechless. If this was his patient, he would have kicked the professor out.
However, this patient came from Heidelberg University Medical Center. In essence, he was here for Professor Rudolf Wagner.
He himself could only be considered a guest professor.
"Then you'll have to focus a little," Zheng Ren warned the professor. There was a hint of sternness in his tone.
"Boss, please treat me like a young doctor. If I mess up again, you can just scold me!" After the professor said that, he began the superselection.
The surgery began again.
Little Oliver was wearing a lead apron and standing behind the two of them.
After seeing Zheng Ren embolize the first group of capillaries, Little Oliver finally admitted helplessly that this Asian boy indeed had God's favor and that both his hands had been kissed by God.
If not, the surgery would have been impossible.
This kind of surgery already exceeded Little Oliver's understanding and judgment of the interventional surgery system.
The surgery was done so beautifully!
Next, he saw that the Asian boy and the professor change positions.
Little Oliver was even more focused. It seemed that the professor was going to perform the surgery.
The professor's former assistant usually only lasted for two to three months at most. No matter how high the salary was, they would resign.
Little Oliver was the person who had served as the professor's assistant for the longest time.
He was full of admiration for the professor. Otherwise, he would not have been the assistant of the eccentric and irrational Professor Rudolf Wagner for a year and eight months.
The professor was going to make a move! A wave of anticipation rose in Little Oliver's heart. The professor must...perhaps...almost...not be inferior to the Asian boy's skills.
He hoped that the professor could display the highest level of skill and perfectly execute this surgery.
However, his expectations were basically futile.
After changing positions, the surgery did not continue. The two people standing at the operating stage began to talk to each other.
What was going o
n? Could it be that the professor's little boss was teaching him how to do the surgery?
He already had a certain level of Mandarin comprehension and could understand the dialogue between Zheng Ren and the professor.
Oh my god! This was actually true!
After Little Oliver came to China, he had never seen Zheng Ren perform surgery. His understanding of Zheng Ren came from Professor Rudolf Wagner's description.
He did not believe it at first. However, he did not expect it all to be true!
After a while, the surgery continued. An image appeared on the screen. It was the professor doing a superselection.
The technique displayed was very familiar to Little Oliver.
In the past, he would have thought that the professor's technique was already top-notch in the world and no one would be able to surpass it.
However, there was always a fear in comparison.
He had just finished watching Zheng Ren's embolization of the first group of capillaries and then the professor's superselection... My god, compared to Zheng Ren's surgical technique, the professor's surgery was simply impossible to look straight at! If Little Oliver was not wearing sterile gloves, he would definitely cover his eyes with his hands. He was unwilling to take another look.
Chapter 479 - Smacking Sounds From the Operating Theatre (Part 1)
Little Oliver looked at the professor's 'clumsy' operation and really wanted to go on the stage to replace him.
However, that was only an unrealistic dream.
He knew that he did not have the same level of surgical techniques as Zheng Ren. If he went on the operating stage, he would be even 'clumsier' than the professor.
It could only be a beautiful idea.
"Select the internal Ilium and go up to the second branch," Zheng Ren said lightly.
"Okay." Professor Rudolf Wagner was fully focused. His wrist and fingers trembled slightly, the movement barely visible.
The micro-guiding thread seemed to have its own soul. It followed the large blood vessels and went straight into the next branch.
"Continue to go down to the third branch," Zheng Ren said, continuing to guide him.
The professor's operation was the world's top, early-stage vascular superselection. It was not difficult for him at all.
A few minutes later, the early-stage vascular superselection ended. His current position was similar to the surgery he had done in Shanghai.
This was the professor's limit.
"Continue going down the third branch," Zheng Ren chimed.
"Boss... I can't get in here..." The professor's hand began to hurt as soon as he said that.
Smack! The sound was soft.
Zheng Ren held the hemostatic forceps in his hand and smacked Professor Rudolf Wagner's wrist.
"Ah..." The professor did not expect Zheng Ren to hit him with the forceps. He turned his head and looked at Zheng Ren in surprise.
"Boss..." Professor Rudolf Wagner was confused.
"Huh?" Zheng Ren was also confused. "Lil Fugui, didn't you say that I should smack you?"
Speechless, the professor's face was full of tears.
Little Oliver stood at the back. He felt that the lead apron draping his body seemed to have become several times heavier. It was difficult for him to even breathe.
"You misunderstood the meaning in Chinese. This is exactly why I told you not to learn a Northeastern accent." Zheng Ren smiled and said, "Just try and do it. If you really can't I'll take over."
Facing the gentle Zheng Ren, Professor Rudolf Wagner felt that there was a devil standing beside him!
"No!" The professor shouted subconsciously, "Boss, you're a great teacher! That's what I meant!"
"Huh?"
"I won't have any objections. Please teach me how to do the surgery!" After the professor said that, he immediately put all his energy into operating the micro-guide wire. With Zheng Ren's instructions, he tried his best to let the micro-guide wire enter the next level of the blood vessel branch.
However, the previously obedient micro-guide wire was no longer willing to listen to Professor Rudolf Wagner. After it was placed near the blood vessel branches, the professor exerted force but the micro-guide wire deviated to the other side.
"You shouldn't be using your strength that way," Zheng Ren said. "Keep your wrist fixed. Don't move your middle finger. Use your thumb and index finger to twirl it. You should only be exerting a light amount of force. Don't use too much strength. Uh... Don't be too light either. Just a moderate amount!"
The professor's hand was suspended in the air. He followed Zheng Ren's instructions.
However, the micro-conducting wire in his hand was too hard! Even a specially-made micro-conducting wire could not enter the next level of branching blood vessels, let alone such a hard one in his hand.
Once, twice, thrice...
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"Oliver... Xi Bao'er, help Lil Fugui wipe his sweat." Zheng Ren was very calm. The professor's repeated failures were normal to him.
The professor's standard was close to the Master-level. When he was promoted to the Grandmaster-level, this was now apparent to him.
It was already good enough for him to be able to reach the standard that he had in the Imperial Capital when he performed the surgery. Moreover, he needed to upgrade his luck during that surgery.
However, could it really be done?
Zheng Ren was not in a hurry. Seeing that the professor's sweat had soaked his sterile cap, he let Xi Bao'er wipe the professor's sweat away.
Wiping sweat was a routine action at the operating table.
Usually, circulating nurses or anesthetists would come to wipe the doctor's sweat.
If there was no time, the surgeon would rub his head against the back of the assistant's shoulder a few times to wipe the sweat off or even off the scrub nurse's shoulder.
However, during the intervention surgery, if the nurse did not come in, there would be no such treatment.
Little Oliver quickly asked for a piece of sterile gauze from the scrub nurse. "Professor, let me wipe your sweat."
Professor Rudolph Wagner was very unhappy. He vented all his anger on Little Oliver.
"How many times have I told you! Call me Lil Fugui!" Professor Rudolph Wagner roared.
Little Oliver was like a lamb, innocent and helpless.
"Lower your voice." The hemostatic forceps in Zheng Ren's hand hit Professor Rudolf Wagner's wrist with another smacking sound.
Although Zheng Ren did not add skill points to the orthopedics department, his overall skills had improved. His technique was exquisite, which was particularly handy when he hit the professor.
Although he hit the same spot every time, it did not cause visible damage to the skin or any organic damage. However, it was still especially painful.
The professor immediately changed his expression and chuckled. He stretched his head to the side and let Little Oliver wipe the sweat off his forehead.
"Don't be nervous. Take your time." Zheng Ren was very gentle and not impatient at all. "You have to feel the hardness of the micro-conducting wire and then use the right force to send the micro-conducting wire into the blood vessels."
The professor continued to operate. He failed dozens of times, over and over again.
He seemed to recall seeing Zheng Ren's operation just now. It was not difficult at all, done in an instant.
Seeing Zheng Ren do it made it seem like a cakewalk. However, doing it by himself was extremely difficult.
This was the first time Little Oliver saw Professor Rudolf Wagner so docile. He stood behind him in a daze, not daring to move at all.
The professor was one of the top interventional doctors in the world. How could he be hit with hemostatic forceps... Usually, only the professor would hit others. He would roar like a lion, and the entire operating theater would tremble under his tyrannical power.
He did not expect that in the distant East, the professor would be trained just like a German Shepard.
It was simply too scary. Little Oliver felt that the lead suit on his body had become heavier.
There were also some foreign students from China at the Heidelberg University Medical Center but they were usually well-tempered.
Could this be the legendary Eastern method of communication?
Their communication with patients was very strange, so was this the communication between doctors? Little Oliver seemed to have gained some understanding from this.
"Yes, that's the amount of force you need. Be careful not to burst the branching blood vessels... Yes, that's it. Don't move your middle finger. Gently twist the guide wire. Gently now."
As he said this, the hemostatic forceps in Zheng Ren's hand hit Professor Rudolf Wagner's wrist with another smacking sound. "I'm talking to you. Didn't you hear me? Gently!"
"Okay, boss," Professor Rudolph Wagner replied in a crisp voice. His mood was good.
This was a standard Eastern method of communication. Little Oliver stood behind him and smiled as he watched the micro-guiding thread enter the next level of branching blood vessels with a bit of difficulty.
Chapter 480 - Smacking Sounds From the Operating Theatre (Part 2)
"Yes, right there. Continue doing it gently." Zheng Ren looked at the image on the screen and guided Professor Rudolf Wagner's next move.
"Good, very good," Zheng Ren praised him.
"Wait, slow down, slow..."
Smack!
"I told you to slow down, right? Didn't you hear me?
"That's right, move your wrist."
Little Oliver looked as if he were watching a wonderful but unimaginable opera performance. He watched as Professor Rudolf Wagner was standing at the operating table and had been transformed into a German Shepherd while being taught by someone.
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