The Surgeon's Studio

All the doctors were stunned.

It was obvious that the deputy chief of the medical administration division had simply planned to dismiss the meeting with that question.

How could someone be so dense?

Also…

Who was he!

There were more than a thousand people in the hospital. The interventional doctor was not a sociable person. More than half of the doctors present did not know what his specialization was, while the other half knew that he was into interventional surgery but did not know what his skills were like.

It startled the medical administration division’s deputy chief, and he put down the things in his hand in discontentment.

“We can find the source of bleeding in the lower gastrointestinal tract and resect that portion of the intestine,” the interventional doctor said confidently.

If he had only read the surgical procedure from a magazine or a book, he would not be this confident.

However, the surgery kept replaying in his mind, and he could clearly remember every single detail.

Medicine was an empirical science.

After watching the surgery, the only thing he could think was that if he had the skills to perform it, it would be the beginning of a new treatment method.

The patient would not need to lie on the ICU bed awaiting death.

At least his chance of survival would amplify by a few times.

“Hmm?” The medical administrative division’s deputy chief and the department chief of general surgery were stunned.

They have never heard before that this disease was treatable!

The interventional doctor stood up. Even though he was at the far corner, his confidence-filled voice sounded throughout the office.

“A few days ago, there was a live surgery broadcast on the Xinglin Garden’s professional forum that was similar to this case.” The interventional doctor’s voice was so firm and confident. “We can use interventional methods to locate the source of bleeding…”

The general surgery chief interrupted him. “It’s pointless, we did try that. After the laparotomy, the source of bleeding was unrecognizable.”

“No!” the interventional doctor said. “After locating the source of bleeding, we can perform embolization to block a portion of the blood supply from the mesenteric artery.”

“That would lead to necrosis of the intestines!” The chief of general surgery’s voice sounded a little sharp and angry.

This was ridiculous!

The necrotic intestines would be seen as an iatrogenic disease. This would be typical medical malpractice. Was this guy trying to ruin himself?

That had to be!

If he wanted to ruin his career, he should be doing it alone without dragging him into this mess.

“Yes! That’s my intention.” The interventional doctor once again recalled the live surgery broadcast in Xinglin Garden and continued, “About half an hour to an hour after the embolization, the necrotic intestines will show significant changes that are comparable to normal intestines. If we remove the necrotic portion of the intestine and connect the healthy intestines together, the source of bleeding would be removed.”

It was fairly simple. Just like a trick, it was worthless after being revealed.

Before the secrets were exposed, it was like an unsolvable math problem.

His assertive voice inspired the crowd to think. Indeed, this method could work according to his description.

Even though it was risky, it was still a feasible method.

The general surgery chief was a little lost. He had never done a destructive operation before…

What if something happened? What then?

He glanced at the medical administrative division’s deputy chief.

No chief could decide on the surgery. It would have been best if the hospital could bear all responsibility.

The deputy chief was also a clinical physician, but he was sick and tired of night shifts and decided to join the administrative division.

He considered what the interventional doctor had said and thought that it was worth a shot.

As a clinician himself, treating patients was a natural instinct.

If there was somebody to bear the responsibility, there was no harm in trying.

There was a vast difference between a 1% and 50% chance of survival.

Even if the patient had a 50% survival rate, there was the other 50% of death. This was an incredibly high-risk surgery.

He picked up the phone immediately to contact the chief of the medical administrative division and the executive deputy director who was the head of clinical operations.

He filled them in on the current situation and emphasized the surgical method’s novelty.

A few hours later, the hospital contacted the family members and acquired their consent.

Like that, a “new” surgical method began in Class Two Grade A Hospital in Horqin Right Middle Banner of Inner Mongolia.

The interventional doctor was so excited, his hands were shaking.

Nevertheless, he quickly calmed himself and operated the micro-guide wire with simple instruments, superselection, radiography, and embolization.

He completed the series of procedures in a single sitting without any hesitation.

The surgery from the broadcasting room had been replaying in his mind countless times.

All of the procedures were “branded” into his mind.

The only thing that disappointed him was that the recording function in the live surgery broadcasting room was canceled. Otherwise, he could have replayed the recording to his colleagues in general surgery, allowing them to better understand the subsequent surgical process and thus minimizing its risks.

He was not prepared beforehand and did not think to pre-recorde the surgery. The next time, he needed to record the live surgery broadcast.

Even though he regretted it, he still had to proceed with the surgery.

Of course, there was one more thing—the embolization surgery took 1 hour and 6 minutes, which was much longer than the surgeon from the broadcasting room.

Nonetheless, the interventional doctor was not affected by it. It was normal to have a gap between him and the world’s top professor, right?

It would be weird if they had the same level of skill.

After completing the embolization, the general surgeon went to the operating table.

He performed a laparotomy, searched for the intestines, and covered them with gauze soaked in warm saline.

The surgery proceeded with much difficulty under constant instructions from the interventional doctor.

Half an hour later, the intestines showed defined boundaries after changing the warm saline gauze several times.

The necrotic intestine was around 40cm. They removed the necrotic parts and stitched them back together. After ensuring that there was no more bleeding, they closed up the stomach too.

The patient’s vitals were stable and the surgery was a success.

Even the chief of general surgery who completed the surgery was a bit surprised. He had encountered more than a hundred cases like this over the past few decades as a doctor.

Most patients died quickly, even those with family members who strongly pushed for surgery. There was almost…no one who managed to survive at the operating table, much less recover.

However, the chief of general surgery was quite certain that this patient would be able to survive if there were no serious postoperative complications in the ICU!

This…

He heard from the interventional doctor that the Xinglin Garden broadcasting room would have a live surgery broadcast at irregular times, presumably performed by a top surgeon from the Montreal Medical Center in Canada.

He did not know about Xinglin Garden. There were not many users on this kind of professional website. Most of them gravitated toward first-tier cities such as Imperial Capital, Sorcery Capital, and Shenzhen.

If the remaining users were averaged across the country, it would be lucky if there were one person per city to follow Xinglin Garden all year round.

A thought struck him; he would ask one of his residents to download the app for him after he got out of the operating theatre. He also wanted to watch world-class surgeries.

There were times that a simple thought could decide the fate of someone’s life.

Canada was the homeland of Dwight L. Moody. To be able to organize live surgery broadcasts regularly, how great did their medical skills have to be?

The patient was transferred to the ICU. The interventional doctor was still drenched in sweat.

Even though he was physically exhausted, he was still riding on an adrenaline high.

The surgery succeeded! This meant that the surgery he observed in the Xinglin Garden broadcasting room was replicable!

This also meant that more patients could receive such treatment!

The interventional doctor was touched. The broadcasting room’s merits really held no bounds. At the very least, the patient who had just received surgery just now would have died if not for the broadcasting room.

…

Zheng Ren was unaware of what was happening in Horqin. He probably did not know where Horqin was.

His afternoon was filled with reading and texting Xie Yiren.

Sometime past 3 o’clock in the afternoon, his office phone rang.

He answered the call, it was from the orthopedic department.