The Surgeon's Studio

"He's bleeding?" President Shao said in surprise. Then, he pressed the walkie - talkie and said,"don't step on the line. I'll go in to perform the surgery immediately."

"President Shao, please wait outside." "The boss has already opened it," Su Yun said."Boss, have you found the location of the aneurysm?"

"President Shao, you must have the forceps for the aneurysm, right?" Zheng Ren's voice was very soft, and it was obvious that he was speaking from a distance away from the walkie - talkie.

"I brought it, I brought it." President Shao broke out in a cold sweat. He had originally thought that there was no need to bring along an aneurysm clip.

However, the last time boss Zheng came to the Neurology Department for consultation, he brought a female student with a temporal injury directly to the operating table for surgery, so he began to have a mysterious confidence in boss Zheng.

As for confidence, it was impossible to accumulate and improve by relying on rumors. It had to rely on contact and seeing it with one's own eyes.

"Su Yun, let Chairman Chu in." Zheng Ren's voice floated out.

"Boss, praise you! You're really capable. From the interventional surgery department to the neurosurgery department, and even to the General Surgery Department, as long as the guide wire can reach the position, you can solve everything with surgery!" Professor Rudolf Wagner took advantage of the time when Su Yun stopped stepping on the line and said loudly.

"Fugui 'er, you're late," Su Yun smiled at the professor outside the lead glass and said,""You will be punished."

"Brother Yun, don't blame me. I rushed here unsteadily, and it was already very fast!" Professor Rudolf Wagner complained.

"The boss doesn't care how far you live or how congested the road is." "The boss just said that he's going to take your name off the Nobel Prize list," Su Yun said.

"Gahaha plaything!" Although professor Rudolf Wagner knew that Su Yun was joking, he was still shocked.

"Su Yun, stop it." Zheng Ren said,"Fugui 'er will brush her hands and go on stage. Su Yun, come with me to do middle cerebral artery bypass surgery."

"Boss, I'm a physician for hearts." Su Yun turned around and walked off the stage. She tore off her sterile clothing and was still trying to defend herself.

"Just give me a hand. Zeith's microscope isn't bad. Don't you want to take a look?" Zheng Ren said steadily.

Hearing Zheng Ren's relaxed tone, Su Yun was relieved.

It should not be a problem.

"Old he, are you alright?" Su Yun asked.

Old he made a V gesture and said,""The patient's epineurium has reduced the burden on his heart, and he's in a much better condition now. If boss Zheng can solve the bleeding from the aneurysm, I think she'll be able to live. "

"There's no need to estimate, he'll definitely survive. " Zheng Ren said firmly.

"Boss, what kind of music do you think you can hear when you perform surgery?" Su Yun turned around to wash her hands, and as she walked, she nagged.

Zheng Ren did not say anything and continued to perform the surgery under the microscope.

Old he laughed. Boss Zheng's act of pretending to be deaf and dumb was quite pretentious, but his silent attitude made his attitude clear.

"Is my luck here? if this kind of song is not played during surgery, should I play sad music instead?"

It was too inauspicious.

"Boss Zheng, can you do it?" Chairman Chu came in and asked softly when he saw Su Yun washing her hands.

"There shouldn't be any problem. It's just a small intracranial aneurysm." Zheng Ren said.

However ... Intracranial ... Micro - aneurysm ...

President Shao was speechless.

Before the rise of interventional surgeries, intracranial aneurysm surgery was the dividing line between whether a neurosurgeon's surgical skills were exaggerated or real.

The most important thing for a truly amazing neurosurgeon was to tackle the problem of an aneurysm. Next were relatively rare diseases such as colloid tumors.

"Boss Zheng, can I have a look?" President Shao passed the forceps to the circulating nurse and requested in a low voice.

"It's a livestream at the apricot garden. The surgical field is much better than you can watch here. " "Let's go take a look on our phones,"Zheng Ren said with a smile.

Uh ... A live broadcast of an aneurysm and a Moksha bypass surgery?

President Shao shuddered and immediately ran out.

Because it was a mongrel operating theater, there was no signal at all. The signal in the operation room was only half as good as the signal outside. President Shao greeted him and said that he needed to be called. Then, he ran to the changing room to watch the live broadcast.

Soon, Su Yun came back and put on her clothes. The airtight lead door closed.

Professor Zhang stood alone in the operating room. Only Feng Xuhui and Liu Xiaojie were whispering to each other.

"President Zheng, you know how to perform an aneurysm surgery. Remind me to prepare a few surgical clamps when I get back." Feng Xuhui said.

"How many?" Liu Xiaojie asked in surprise.

"Hmm, I don't think I'll need much. The situation this time is too special. Under normal circumstances, President Zheng would only need to perform an intervention surgery to block the aneurysm. There's no need for surgery. "

"Then why did you still perform the surgery?"

"Sigh, didn't I just say that I need to do a bypass surgery on the middle cerebral artery to treat the smoke disease?" Feng Xuhui didn't berate Liu Xiaojie, but simply explained it.

He was reflecting on himself.

Was the neurosurgery department going to be involved? The speed at which boss Zheng came into contact with other subjects was much faster than the speed at which he learned them by himself.

Feng Xuhui was a little troubled.

It seemed that the big box in front of him was not big enough. Did he have to change to a bigger box?

Professor Zhang stared blankly as the aneurysm was clamped by the forceps, the bleeding stopped, and the lead door opened. Professor Rudolf airtight and Liu Zewei came out.

He couldn't understand why Boss Zheng knew how to perform all kinds of surgeries.

The surgery could not be seen from the operating theater, and the patient's electrocardiography could only be seen.

His heart rate was 102 beats per minute. It was very stable and had not changed for more than 30 minutes.

The patient's epineurium allowed the patient's fragile heart to rest. On the whole, the patient's condition was getting better.

"Old Zhang, what are you doing?" Lin Ge walked in and patted professor Zhang's shoulder.

"Uh ..." Professor Zhang concluded.

How should he answer? Was he supposed to say that he was worshiping boss Zheng?

However, Lin Ge only greeted him and didn't expect professor Zhang to speak. He couldn't even hear what professor Zhang said.

Lin Ge walked straight into the operating room."Boss Zheng, the legal documents have been signed. It went very smoothly."

"Director Lin, the surgery went well too." Old he was sitting on a round stool, wearing a lead coat, and looking at the various index values of his epineurium and lung.

"It'll definitely go very smoothly. There's no need to think about it. " Lin GE's hearty laughter was mixed with the song of 'good luck comes', and it was a little harsh to professor Zhang.

"Which stage are you at?" Lin Ge then asked,"this is the bad thing about neurosurgery. The surgical area is too small."

"The boss is performing an M4 - Segment end - to - side anastomosis on the superficial temporal artery, the segment of the temporal branch." Su Yun said indifferently.

Unfortunately, Lin Ge did not understand what an M4 - Section anastomosis meant.

He only smiled. From what Su Yun said, the surgery should be almost done.

"Doctor su, you've also learned neurosurgery?" Asked Lin Ge.

"No, I've just watched a few surgeries." Su Yun seriously assisted. This was a live broadcast of the surgery, so she had to show her best surgical skills.