The Surgeon's Studio c1-799

by Black Ursa Prime

  No explanation was given. It was like Luck, silently exerting its effect. Zheng Ren could only guess what effect the Luck value would have.

  The same was true for [reconstruction].

  He looked around, but did not see any explanation.

  Carefully observing the System space, Zheng Ren found that the threads between the skill tree were all gone.

  Initially, he still held a glimmer of hope for these faint connections. If he really connected all the skill trees... When he thought of this, Zheng Ren's heart palpitated a little.

  But, why was it gone?

  He searched for a long time in confusion, but still found nothing.

  Across the pond, the snow-white little fox seemed to be mocking Zheng Ren, vivid and lifelike.

  'I really want to use the hemostatic forceps to hit it,' Zheng Ren thought.

  'What's the problem?' Zheng Ren thought about this question in his mind. In the end, he helplessly sat beside the pond and looked at the little fox.

  Since he could not find the [reconstruction] skill, Zheng Ren gave up and started to recall the surgery he had done today.

  From cutting the liver to performing an image, he used the image to guide the anastomosis of the liver tube.

  The process of the surgery was vivid in his mind, but...something was wrong.

  Zheng Ren's heart skipped a beat as he recalled the image of the intraoperative cholangiography.

  In an instant, the three-dimensional image structure of the intraoperative cholangiography appeared in his mind. It was so clear and vivid.

  When he was training for the surgery of the autogenous liver transplantation in the operating theater, Zheng Ren had found the method to perform the anastomosis of the bile duct under the guidance of the intraoperative cholangiography.

  But now that he thought about it, the image structure that he reconstructed during the surgery was very rough. He even needed Su Yun to provide him with the reconstructed image during the surgery to find some of the missing hepatic duct.

  And now...

  Zheng Ren seemed to understand what kind of passive ability [reconstruction] was.

  Starting from the surgery in the ruins of Nanchuan town, he began to vaguely grasp the edges of the [reconstruction] skill.

  After he came back, he began to study it.

  Until this moment, Zheng Ren was sure that he had really mastered the ability to reconstruct the image system.

  This ability looked ordinary, but Zheng Ren knew that it was really a very awesome skill!

  'Find an example?' Zheng Ren recalled the image of the intraoperative imaging. The three-dimensional structure of the liver appeared in his mind. It was lifelike and detailed.

  With his eyes closed, Zheng Ren's fingers started to move slightly.

  If it was now, the surgery might really be much faster. The parts that he hesitated during the surgery looked very funny at this moment.

  At that time, he was really weak. He was so weak.

  Only Zheng Ren himself knew this thought.

  If Su Yun and Professor Yang knew about it, he did not know what they would think.

  After recalling the liver autotransplantation surgery he had just performed, a thought flashed through Zheng Ren's mind, and he began to recall the image of Wu Xiaomei's c.h.e.s.t ultrasound.

  If he could barely reconstruct the image of the c.h.e.s.t before and determine that the most likely candidate was cholesterol granuloma, now Zheng Ren could use even less time to directly deduce that it must be cholesterol granuloma from the perspective of imaging.

  It was not a possibility--not a high probability--but something close to a certainty.

  Even so, Zheng Ren's judgment of Wu Xiaomei's surgery was still to insist on a pathological biopsy, and then let her decide whether or not to perform the resection.

  Zheng Ren needed a large amount of clinical experience to determine whether or not his thoughts were correct, and not to arbitrarily believe that he was definitely right.

  In diagnosis and surgery, he was facing a lot of fresh human lives. He definitely could not make a hasty judgment just to show off his awesomeness.

  However, the [reconstruction] skill was really useful.

  Zheng Ren closed his eyes, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

  Thinking back to the images of the patients who needed to undergo the TIPS surgery, the MRI-diffusion technique in the past was basically useless.

  With a single CT radiographic films, Zheng Ren could determine the location of the puncture point.

  However, only he could do this. If this technique was to be popularized and benefit more patients, there had to be a method that could be accepted by many doctors.

  The MRI-diffusion technique should still be studied.

  As he thought about this, Zheng Ren fell asleep by the pond.

  Chapter 780 - Needed to Be Sped Up

  At 7:40 a.m., Zheng Ren was woken up by his colleagues who were at work.

  Even though Department Chief Kong was not around, he still took over his shift as usual and then started the surgery.

  Professor Zhao was hosting the work. The way he looked at Zheng Ren was very complicated. He did not provoke the young master. He should just do his own thing.

  Seeing the TIPS surgery patient being pushed onto the stage, Professor Zhao sighed in his heart. He could be considered as a middle-aged man who was in his prime, but before he could covet the position of Department Director of the 912 Intervention Department, the young people below began to chase after him...

  It was not that the young people were chasing after him, but they had left him so far behind that he could not even see his shadow. The person who should be chasing him was himself.

  Professor Zhao was very unconvinced. He held his breath and wanted to take Zheng Ren head-on.

  'TIPS surgery? I can do it too!' he thought silently in his heart.

  Zheng Ren did not know what the others were thinking, and there was no need for him to know.

  Wu Xiaomei and Zhou Jinxi had arrived early in the morning, but Zheng Ren told them to wait until the surgery was over. Private work was private work. They could do it whenever they were free, but the prerequisite was that they could not delay official business.

  Although they were all treating patients and saving people, it was different.

  There were only three patients who needed to undergo the second stage of the TIPS surgery. They went onstage, took out the recyclable stent, and left the stage. The surgery went smoothly.

  If it was yesterday, Zheng Ren would have been a little more cautious.

  However, after obtaining the [reconstruction] passive ability, Zheng Ren only needed to take a glance at the radiographic films, and a three-dimensional structure would appear in his mind.

  How to take out the recyclable stent, what blood vessels to avoid, how to apply force at a certain difficult position, and what angle to look at, everything was clear at a glance.

  This kind of passive ability was really very convenient.

  Professor Rudolf Wagner was a little surprised, but then pretended that nothing had happened.

  It was expected for the boss to have a smooth operation. If it did not go smoothly, then there would be a problem. This kind of way of thinking was the right way.

  It was just that the operation was too smooth, and the professor was not used to it. It was fine. He would slowly get used to it.

  After the third patient was done, the professor asked Little Oliver to send the patient back. He took off his lead jacket and asked, "Boss, do you have any instructions for tomorrow's TIPS surgery?"

  "No, I just need to do it normally," Zheng Ren said. "When will the radiographic films come back?"

  "In the afternoon."

  Zheng Ren hesitated for a moment and said, "Then I'll have time to come and see the radiographic films tonight."

  "Okay," the professor said. "Chief, six patients are not enough."

  "It's okay. It will get better."
Zheng Ren did not have any ideas and could only perfunctorily answer the professor.

  However, the professor did not hear the perfunctory intent in Zheng Ren's words. He nodded happily. To the professor, what Zheng Ren said was right.

  After changing his clothes, Zheng Ren came to the operating room. There was a form in front of Su Yun.

  The form recorded the patient's information. This was necessary for scientific research. Zheng Ren did not pay much attention to it. When it came to scientific research, Su Yun was indeed more suitable than him.

  Since he was young, he had the heart to win a Nobel Prize. He had even learned the unpopular Swedish language. What could he not do?

  Although he might only be the third author, Zheng Ren knew that Su Yun would definitely treat this opportunity as training and wait for his own opportunity.

  Whether it was a heart transplant, Zheng Ren did not know. Perhaps there was a bigger project, but with Su Yun's ability, it was really a matter of high probability.

  "Boss." Su Yun saw Zheng Ren walk in, but he did not stand up. He sat on the chair and shook the form, saying, "The amount of surgeries is not enough. We have to speed up."

  "I know."

  "Chang Yue asked twice. When are you going down?"

  "Yes." Zheng Ren nodded. "Su Yun, contact him. Let's see..." The more Zheng Ren spoke, the more guilty he became. He really was not familiar with 912.

  "I've already contacted him about the ultrasound. Chief Qi said that if you need to look for him, he will help you with the piercing."

  "Chief Qi?" Zheng Ren did not want to bring out such a god. In his imagination, it was enough to find a B-mode ultrasound machine that could be used for puncture and intraoperative freezing.

  "Yesterday, you were not very sure that it was a cholesterol granuloma in the c.h.e.s.t. Chief Qi studied the B-mode ultrasound image you made and was very curious about your judgment." Su Yun exhaled, fluttering the black hair on his forehead. "Boss, this is the time to check your quality."

  "..." Zheng Ren glanced at Su Yun. This guy wanted to compete with him no matter what. With this kind of personality, he was really competitive to a certain extent.

  However, what Su Yun said was also true.

  Was it good luck or bad luck? Zheng Ren could not say. But he was confident in his diagnosis. If Chief Qi wanted to see it, then they would do it together. It was not a big deal.

  "Are you going?"

  "No," Su Yun answered straightforwardly. "I want to go home and sleep. I promised to sleep for three days and three nights. I was busy last night. I don't want to die suddenly."

  Zheng Ren smiled and nodded. "Then help me contact Chief Qi. From there, you can go home directly. Have you finished the forms and records of the patients for tomorrow's surgery?"

  "I've prepared them long ago. This little bit of work is nothing to me." Su Yun was stunned. He was about to say that he was a flawless assistant.

  But when the words were about to come out of his mouth, he remembered the procedure where Zheng Ren was an assistant in the wee hours of the morning.

  That was the true perfection.

  Su Yun felt a little bored. He stood up, took the form, put it into a blue file box, and handed it to the professor.

  "I'll go with the chief to perform a small surgery. You can go down by yourself," Su Yun said.

  "Brother Yun, can't the boss spend all his energy on the TIPS surgery?" The professor was very reluctant.

  "Lil Fugui, how old are you?" Su Yun's train of thought was very strange. He asked from a strange angle.

  "48, half of the ground is buried," said Professor Rudolf Wagner.

  Su Yun looked at the professor in shock. His long golden hair hung down, and he looked very artistic. He was sure that the professor did not know what half of the ground meant, but Su Yun still smiled.

  "Do you know everyone at Heidelberg University? The boss is only 29 this year, and he just got here. He doesn't know anyone, and there are still few beds. If we don't get people's approval through various means, how can the scientific research project go on smoothly?"

  Rudolf Wagner thought for a moment, and it was indeed so.

  "Brother Yun, you're right," the professor said. "Then you guys go and do your work. I'm preparing to go for the surgery tomorrow. Boss, after the radiographic films are done, I'll leave a message for you on WeChat."

  "Eh? Lil Fugui, when did you get WeChat?"

  "The past few days. Oh right, Boss, I applied to add you as a friend, but you haven't agreed yet."

  Zheng Ren did not know about this at all. He took out his phone and scrolled through it. He saw a WeChat account called [Golden Wheat Field].

  "Is this you?"

  "Yes, Boss. Hurry up and agree," the professor said.

  Chapter 781 - Thank You, Professor Zhao

  Shift change, then surgery. This was a fixed procedure.

  Professor Zhao only had one interventional surgery for liver cancer today. After he was done, he changed his clothes and went straight to the General Surgery Department.

  The patient with hepatic hydatid disease and portal hypertension yesterday--he wanted to see with his own eyes how he was doing now.

  To Professor Zhao's knowledge, there was no way to treat this disease.

  He had seen the radiographic films. Just like what he had told his lover last night, the patient's illness was beyond cure.

  He wanted to see if Zheng Ren had really done something when he was young and impetuous.

  If that was the case... In an instant, countless possibilities appeared in Professor Zhao's heart.

  A smile hung at the corner of his mouth.

  When he came to the General Surgery Department, the patient in the resuscitation room was not a girl with hepatic hydatid disease. Professor Zhao was even more convinced of his own thoughts. He reckoned that the patient had died before he could be resuscitated.

  "Little Dong, where is Old Yang?" Seeing that Chairman Dong was there, Professor Zhao asked.

  "Professor Zhao, Professor Yang went to the ICU," Dong Jia answered in a hurry.

  "Is there a serious illness?"

  "It's the patient with liver hydatid disease from yesterday." After Dong Jia finished speaking, he was about to go to work. Professor Yang had been squatting in the ICU since he left the stage to oversee the serious illness. Dong Jia was the only person in charge, so he was extremely busy.

  Professor Zhao's heart trembled. Was the patient still alive?

  Impossible!

  He must be using a ventilator in the ICU to maintain his life, but if he didn't solve the actual problem, how long could the ventilator last?

  "Professor Zhao, you go ahead. I still have something to do here." Dong Jia said goodbye and was about to leave.

  Professor Zhao was full of doubts. He pulled Dong Jia and asked, "Did you manage to save him yesterday?"

  Dong Jia's face was as black as the bottom of a pot, but he had to answer Professor Zhao's question. Even if they did not talk about skill level, the leading group of professors in the Intervention Department would not care about him. However, he had asked Chief Zheng for help yesterday. This was a favor.

  "I still have to thank you for your help," Dong Jia said honestly. "Yesterday, after the cooperation of four departments, the operation lasted for seven and a half hours and was finally successful."

  "The operation was successful?" Professor Zhao was stunned.

  "Yes, the last autologous liver transplant. I went to take a look this morning. The patient's condition is much better. I estimate that he can be extubated within three days." Dong Jia squeezed out a smile. Looking at the messy ward, his heart was burning with anxiety.

  "Why are you thanking me for my help?" Professor Zhao asked in surprise.

  "We didn't know about the surgery that Chief Zheng performed. If it weren't for your reminder, who would have known that Chief Zheng from the Department of Interventional Medicine actually came from the General Surgery Department.
r />   "That surgery was really beautiful!" Dong Jia said about the surgery that lasted from last night until early this morning. He was beaming with joy.

  "..." Professor Zhao was stunned.

  "In the end, the capillary bile duct was anastomosed with a neurosurgery microscope. I went to take a look this morning. There was almost no bile duct drawn out from the drainage bag, and there wasn't much blood."

  "..."

  "Professor Yang was regretting it over there. He said that a video recording of yesterday's surgery was done, and that he could use it as a demonstration surgery in the future. There were really not many people who could achieve such a level of self-liver transplantation. Anyway, Professor Yang said that he definitely could not do it.

  "That was the most difficult surgery in the Department of Hepatobiliary and Pancreatic surgery, the most difficult surgery!"

  "..." Professor Zhao was speechless. As he watched Dong Jia describe the surgery last night with elation, every word he said was like a slap to his face.

  There was no problem with the diagnosis, but the disease that he thought could not be treated was solved by Zheng Ren?!

  This was a problem of skill.

  "Um... Professor Zhao, I have to go do my work first. My side is really busy. The patient is stable. Professor Yang said that he would come back for the surgery at noon. My side..." Dong Jia repeatedly begged for mercy.

  Professor Zhao nodded and walked out of the General Surgery Department in a daze.

  Finished? Recovered well?

  Autologous liver transplantation?

  Chief Zheng, a doctor from the Interventional Department, did it?

  In the past, Professor Zhao had heard that this Chief Zheng had a background in the General Surgery Department. His assistant had a background in the Thoracic Surgery Department.

  But he did not take it seriously.

  It was not unheard of for doctors to cross professions and make great achievements in the end.

  'But...you could already do an autogenous liver transplant, so why did you come to the Interventional Department?!'

  He was a little absent-minded, so he subconsciously walked all the way to the ICU. He did not even take the elevator, but walked through the fire escape instead.