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This was his acc.u.mulation after he had finished the main mission and reaped the rewards of it.
It was a little urgent, but it was probably enough.
Zheng Ren immediately began the surgical training.
Chapter 504 - Do It First, Then Deal With It Later
There were several types of interventional surgery for patent ductus arteriosus. At the moment, the most commonly used method was the controllable spring embolus method.
Because of the limited time for surgical training, Zheng Ren decided to concentrate on this specific surgical method.
He did not know what had happened to the System, but he was rarely issued missions nowadays.
Zheng Ren felt a bit regretful. If this were like in the past, patients like Du Chunfang would have ended up being a mission like [Save A Person From Danger] and he would have completed it happily. He could still acc.u.mulate some experience points and time for surgical training if that were the case.
However, the System did not react to the situation at all.
Perhaps it was because his skill level had improved? Or it could have been that the difficulty in Du Chunfang's case lied with her parents refusing to spend even a single cent on her rather than the actual surgery itself.
Was the System uninterested as long as surgery was not involved?
Zheng Ren did not think too much about the System. He was already quite satisfied with where he was right now.
In just a few months, his interventional surgery skills had reached the pinnacle of the world. Was he not already improving at rocket speed?
There was nothing to be dissatisfied about.
The System's operating theater rose from the ground. Zheng Ren began running the simulation in the unclosed arterial catheter with the controllable spring embolus method.
The surgery was very simple. For Zheng Ren who was at the grandmaster-level, there was no difficulty at all.
The only thing that took up time was that after the controllable spring coil went in, he had to wait for ten minutes. After that, he had to repeat the aortic arch descent angiography before he could be sure that everything was alright.
Therefore, each surgery took about twenty minutes.
After doing ten surgery simulations, Zheng Ren used up all the time he had spent on the surgical training before exiting the System's space.
He took a puff of his cigarette to cheer himself up. Then, he habitually put out the cigarette and put the remaining half back into the cigarette box.
The time that had passed by in reality was short. Su Yun had not even sent the patient over yet.
It made sense when he thought about it. If he wanted to send the patient to surgery with a rubber ball in his hand, he had to be well-prepared.
Otherwise, if the patient did not go on stage, there might possibly be a major mistake that occurs, causing her to suffocate to death. How could one even consider this to be a possibility?
There was nothing worse than doing bad things with good intentions.
In the operating room, Xie Yiren, Chu Yanran, and Chu Yanzhi were busy preparing for the surgery.
They seemed to have gotten used to the fact that they had to work extra shifts after work.
Although they would m.o.a.n and groan when they received news of extra shifts in the group chat, they would become serious and work to their hearts' content the moment they entered the operating theatre.
Zheng Ren was just about to go and help when his phone rang. He took it out and saw that it was Feng Xuhui.
He opened the door and let Feng Xuhui change his clothes and enter the operating theater.
Actually, it was against the rules to let non-surgical personnel into the operating theater.
However, some operations that were rarely performed such as today's surgery for patent ductus arteriosus were exceptions. Without the help of an equipment supplier who could be contacted so last minute, the patient could only wait for the hospital to go through the long procedure of purchasing equipment themselves. This was definitely a situation where they would be doing the procedure first and worrying about the rest of it later.
They would use it first and go through the pre-procurement procedure.
It was definitely not compliant but since everyone was doing it, Zheng Ren also felt that it was convenient. Therefore, he did not feel like there was anything wrong with it.
"Chief Zheng, your surgeries seem to take less time the more you do it." When Feng Xuhui saw him, his waist unconsciously bent down.
Not all equipment suppliers would grovel to doctors. Many of them treated him as a friend.
However, in Feng Xuhui's opinion, Zheng Ren's skill level...was simply unfathomable.
At the very beginning, it was because of the company's activities that he came into contact with Sea City General Hospital. At that time, it could be said that this place was a barren land for interventional surgery. Even the most basic consumable materials and equipment were lacking.
There was not even an interventional department. Changfeng itself believed that there were no future plans for the hospital regarding this.
However, Chief Zheng had actually carried out a series of surgeries one after another, every single one of them done with such exquisite skill. Now, he had to carry out heart surgery.
When he thought of heart surgery, Feng Xuhui's heart could not stop beating wildly.
Among all the interventional equipment, the most profitable ones were not the interventional equipment used to treat liver cancer, but cardiac and blood vessel stents.
Usually when he was facing bigshots, Feng Xuhui's attitude was the first to go as he would automatically become humble.
He did not feel that there was anything wrong with it.
Zheng Ren smiled and did not say anything. Instead, he began to check the equipment that Feng Xuhui brought.
"Chief Zheng, when can we do the interventional treatment for heart and brain infarction?" Feng Xuhui asked tentatively.
"Not for the time being." Zheng Ren took a look at the equipment. It was a second-generation amplatzer spring coil made by China Changfeng Microinvasive Surgery.
The level of technology...was relatively poor, but it could be used for treatment.
"Manager Feng, it's free, right? The patient's financial conditions aren't great," Zheng Ren said with a smile.
"Chief Zheng, since you've mentioned it, it'll definitely be free," Feng Xuhui answered affirmatively. "It's payment for the company's publicity and promotion that you've provided."
"Okay." Zheng Ren nodded.
"There's no problem with the equipment quality. It's just that... I'm afraid that it won't be convenient for you to use them, Chief Zheng." Feng Xuhui had recently conducted a comprehensive study on all kinds of intervening equipment. The more he thought about it, the more embarrassed he became.
China Changfeng Microinvasive Surgery's technological level was still not up to par yet. Their imitations were only at the level of Boston Technology, Cook, and other similar companies from five years ago.
With Zheng Ren's ability, as long as these big companies paid attention to him, they would definitely be able to provide him with all kinds of the latest equipment.
Feng Xuhui thought that this was a hidden danger.
"No problem. I'm fine with it as long as it's free." Zheng Ren was also a little embarrassed. He always asked China Changfeng Microinvasive Surgery for free things. Although he had given them plenty of opportunities, it still felt strange.Find authorized novels in , faster updates, better experience, Please click #'s-studio_16489637605120805/do-it-first-then-deal-with-it-later_50339999647845731 for visiting.
"As long as you don't mind."
While they were chatting, the door of the operating theater opened, and the sound of a stretcher trolley could be heard from afar.
Zheng Ren knew that the patient had been sent over.
He did not expect to see both Professor Rudolf Wagner and Little Oliver at the door.
"Lil Fugui, why are you here?" Zheng Ren was surprised.
"Boss, I have figured it out!" The professor said excitedly, "Do the prostate..."
"Shut up and help!" Zheng Ren scolded without hesitation, telling the professor not to babble non-stop. The patient was still holding a rubber ball. Just a second earlier and the risk percentage would be much lower.
"What surgery?" The professor then saw Su Yun pushing the bed over. The ICU doctor was hovering over the stretcher trolley while the patient held the rubber ball.
"The artery catheter is not closed."
"Boss, do you still want to do these small surgeries? Your status isn't high enough..."
"Just come over and help!" Zheng Ren did not want to disturb the professor's 'scientific research' but since the professor had coincidentally appeared, he would just take the opportunity to make him help around.
"Okay." Professor Rudolf Wagner came to help.
He was tall and strong, a barbarian with strength. He quickly sent the patient to the operating table. Chu Yanran immediately connected the patient to the suction machine. The potential risk period was now considered to have passed.
"Change your clothes and go on stage." Zheng Ren saw that the professor still wanted to discuss things with him and immediately stopped him from doing so.
Chapter 505 - That Guy
"Oh." The professor was a little disappointed but since Zheng Ren had spoken, he subconsciously complied.
Su Yun saw that the professor was here, so he was happy to be free and did not go to the operating room.
The professor tactfully went to put on the lead apron and wash his hands. Zheng Ren waited for him to start disinfecting, then he took out the lead apron from the System space, put it on, and washed his hands.
Today at the First Affiliated Hospital of Provincial Capital Medical University, Zheng Ren did not dare to use the System equipment for fear of being noticed by others.
As he brushed his hands, he thought, 'Why don't I bring a suitcase with me the next time I'm outstation for surgery?'
It should be possible. Zheng Ren's mind ran wild for a while before he brushed his hands and went on stage.
Xie Yiren helped Zheng Ren tie the sterile gown. She half-squatted down and pulled the corner of the clothes underneath. She stretched it a little to make the sterile gown tidier.
She examined it and felt very satisfied. She made a hand gesture to Zheng Ren to cheer him on.
Under the sterile mask, the corners of Zheng Ren's mouth curled up slightly. His heart felt warm, safe, and happy.
The heavy lead door closed, signaling the beginning of the operation.
"Boss, what's the operation?" Professor Rudolf Wagner stood by the operating table and asked.
"Make sure that it runs smoothly through the femoral vein," Zheng Ren answered.
The professor immediately began to puncture the right femoral vein, inserting the end-hole catheter through the PDA into the descending aorta.
At this point, the professor stopped and waited for Zheng Ren to operate next.
Next was the matter of the surgeon. An assistant needed to have the awareness of an assistant. Professor Rudolph Wagner knew this very well in his heart.
Ever since the first surgery when both of them turned around and walked off the stage at the same time, he had always remembered this.
Zheng Ren began imaging. After that, he chose a controllable spring coil of the appropriate diameter to be sent through the catheter into the descending aorta. He placed four coils on the side of the aorta of the PDA, and three-quarters to one coil on the side of the pulmonary artery of the PDA.
The surgery was already halfway done. The next ten minutes would just be waiting.
The professor finally seized the opportunity and immediately said, "Boss, I know what's wrong with the prostate interventional surgery!"
"Huh?"
"Although the equipment you use seems crude and hard, they're especially suitable for opening tiny arteries. All equipment has its uses. I think your decision was genius."
Zheng Ren smiled bitterly. The professor had come to this conclusion? After that, he decided to convince himself that the equipment from Changfeng was actually better?
It was goddamn ridiculous.
If he used Boston Technology or Cook equipment, Zheng Ren was confident that the surgery time would be shortened a little.
"Hey, hey." The professor turned on the walkie-talkie and tried testing it.
"Lil Fugui, what's the matter?" Su Yun sat outside and asked lazily.
"What are you doing there? Bring that thing in," Professor Rudolf Wagner said.
No one in the operating room understood his heavy Northeastern dialect. Even Su Yun was stunned.
What in the world was he talking about?
However, Su Yun's IQ was very high. His eyes rolled back and his mind was quick. He immediately knew what the professor meant.
"Manager Feng, the professor is calling you," Su Yun said.
"Ah? Me?" Feng Xuhui was stunned. Who was he and what was this thing he was asking about?
After all, Feng Xuhui was still young. He did not handle unexpected situations well.
After a few seconds, he braced himself, opened the lead door, and walked in.
"Professor Rudolph..."
"Call Me Lil Fugui!" The professor glanced at Feng Xuhui. His eyes and tone were no longer as gentle as when he spoke to Zheng Ren.
Looking at Feng Xuhui's eyes, it was as if God had opened his eyes and he was looking at an ant.
"Uh... Lil Fugui, are you looking for me? What do you need?" Feng Xuhui asked politely.
This was the first time he had spoken to Professor Rudolph Wagner.
However, the nickname Lil Fugui made Feng Xuhui slightly uncomfortable.
Under Feng Xuhui's rented house, someone owned a giant poodle called Lil Fugui.
The two names overlapped in his mind, making Feng Xuhui feel very awkward.
Whenever Lil Fugui was mentioned, the shadow of the giant poodle would appear in front of Feng Xuhui. It was quite dramatic.
"The boss is doing a prostate embolism guide. Give me ten... No, twenty sets." Professor Rudolf Wagner was not polite at all.
In Heidelberg University's Medical Center, the professor did not care about money at all. Therefore, he had brought his bad habits there with him here.
"Lil Fugui, what are you doing?" Zheng Ren saw that Feng Xuhui was a little confused, so he questioned the other party.
"Boss, I want to bring this equipment that has been kissed by the God of Luck to Heidelberg! I want to complete twenty prostate interventional surgeries there! When I get used to it, I'll perform the surgery on Dr. Mehar," Professor Rudolf Wagner said seriously.Find authorized novels in , faster updates, better experience, Please click #'s-studio_16489637605120805/that-guy_50340006090296736 for visiting.
"Equipment costs money." Zheng Ren was more considerate. When he saw Feng Xuhui standing there, he reminded the professor about that.
"Money is not a problem. I've never considered it," the professor said indifferently. "You know what, let your people follow me. I will ask the professors in the Medical Center to purchase your equipment directly. Damn it, I get angry whenever I think of those worms."
The professor said those words casually, but they fell on Feng Xuhui's head like a bomb.
In an instant, he directly transcended the tribulation.
Was their product about to reach the international market? How could it be so simple? Moreover, it would not be any ordinary promotion for them, but actually a direct entry into the Heidelberg Medical Center, one of the largest medical institutions in Europe.
Happiness came too suddenly, plunging Feng Xuhui into a state of downtime.
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nbsp; His legs felt heavy, unable to move. This sort of surprise made one's blood pressure rise.
"Hey, I'm serious. It's not nonsense," the professor said. "Your guide wire isn't great but the boss uses it, so I have to use it too. It's settled then. You guys get everything ready and I'll be back in a few days. Make sure to find someone to follow me back with your stuff too."
"Lil Fugui, when are you going back?" Zheng Ren asked.
"Boss, when the patient's vitals are stable, I'll bring him back," Professor Rudolf Wagner said respectfully. His tone changed so quickly that people were not used to it. "It's not like you'll let me be your patient here."
The professor was finally complaining in a low voice. He seemed full of resentment, looking quite 'pitiful'.
Zheng Ren did not say anything. He simply ignored the professor.
He looked at the time. It had been almost ten minutes.
"Manager Feng, you can leave now. This isn't really the appropriate time to have this conversation," Zheng Ren said. "Contact your company as soon as possible about what Lil Fugui has requested. He'll be leaving in a few days."
Feng Xuhui was in a daze. He nodded and turned around to leave like a puppet.
After listening to Zheng Ren's instructions, he still refused to believe that all of this was true. Would they actually be entering the international market? The company's equipment was all imitations. Would they be sued for Intellectual Property Rights?
Feng Xuhui began to ponder about it further and further.
Zheng Ren looked at the time. It was exactly ten minutes.
He began to step on the line. He repeated the aortic arch descent angiography to confirm that the spring embolus was in the right position, in a satisfactory shape, and without any residual shunt.
He controlled the rotating handle to release the spring coil, and then repeated the right cardiac catheterization before withdrawing the sheath tube.
After the surgery, Zheng Ren turned around and left the stage.
Professor Rudolf Wagner tacitly went to suppress the bleeding.
"Boss, don't leave just yet. I have something to tell you," Professor Rudolf Wagner said hurriedly when he saw that Zheng Ren was about to leave.