The Surgeon's Studio

It seemed like Dr. Zheng was not up to their standards, Dr. Zhou judged silently.

It was fine as long as he could get the job done because he did not know how to perform the surgery himself.

Dr. Zhou had a kind personality. Even though he had never done any research on interventional surgery, he did not complain when Zheng Ren took longer than expected. Instead, he thought of how tough it must be for Zheng Ren.

In a third-tier or fourth-city like Sea City… It was considered lucky to have someone who knew how to perform interventional surgery. If Zheng Ren was not here, they might not have been able to invite the professor from Imperial Capital.

Who would want to risk having their patient bleed out 5 to 6 liters of blood after surgery?

He took his phone and started communicating with Professor Tian from Imperial Capital.

Dr. Zhou described the situation to him, saying that the surgery had been going on for more than an hour.

The professor from Imperial Capital told him not to worry. For a rural area to be able to handle interventional surgery, it meant that they were coping very well.

Suddenly, a thought emerged in Dr. Zhou’s mind. This professor from Imperial Capital was his mentor while he was pursuing his further studies. He vaguely remembered hearing him mention of Heidelberg University.

He hesitated for a moment before sending out a text.

[Professor Tian, I remember that you told me that you studied in Germany before?]

[Yes, I have a PhD from Heidelberg University.]

Professor Tian from Imperial Capital replied.

Dr. Zhou shuddered internally. No wonder Heidelberg University sounded so familiar to him. Professor Tian had graduated from there.

No wonder.

Another question came to his mind. It was not his intention to embarrass Zheng Ren but merely out of curiosity.

[Professor Tian, do you know Professor Rudolf Wagner from Heidelberg University?]

He messaged him without hoping for an answer.

A world-class university would have countless professors. Professor Tian was just a postgraduate student, so how many professors would he have gotten to know then?

However, he got a reply shortly after sending the text out.

[Of course I know him. He’s the world’s top interventional professor. I even studied interventional surgery under him for a period of time. Lumbar artery embolization may seem easy on the surface but is very technical.]

Dr. Zhou was completely stunned…

Could it be? The name that Chief Zheng had mentioned… Had he heard wrongly?

It was definitely impossible. Why would a professor from Heidelberg University who had taught Professor Tian surgery come all the way to Sea City?

Dr. Zhou mocked his own ridiculous imagination.

[Professor Rudolf Wagner only needs 5 minutes to perform a lumbar artery embolization. He works at an incredibly fast pace.]

Professor Tian replied to Dr. Zhou with another text.

Dr. Zhou chuckled. He must have heard the name wrongly. An hour and a half had passed and the surgery was still not finished.

Dr. Zhou kept his phone after arranging to pick up the professor from the airport tomorrow morning.

The broadcasting room in Xinglin Garden was very quiet. All the orthopedic surgeons were in a daze, and even the interventional doctors were dumbfounded.

The surgery was extremely intricate.

In comparison to the surgeon’s operation, the lumbar artery embolization performed by the orthopedics surgeon…was rubbish.

Could theirs even be considered surgery?

Look at how he was doing it!

The orthopedics surgeon watched the usual arteries and new ones get embolization one after the other. They put themselves into the surgeon’s shoes and were surprised by the magnitude of blood loss that could be prevented.

Of course, those who managed to come up with this conclusion were all skilled surgeons.

For instance, doctors like Dr. Zhou, who could only rely on inviting other professors to perform the vertebral resection, had no idea what Zheng Ren was doing.

All the interventional doctors were in awe. Looking at the hair-like arteries and capillaries being embolized one after another, there was only a single thought in their minds—this surgeon was truly amazing.

The ones who failed to understand did not know how to comment, while the ones who did were so shocked that they were at a loss for words.

There was rare silence in the Xinglin Garden’s broadcasting room.

Another half an hour had passed and the surgery was finally completed. A stream of comments like bullets started filling the screen for almost 10 minutes after the broadcast had ended.

[My goodness… That was f*cking incredible!]

[That was the best partner an orthopedic surgeon could get. If our hospital has an interventional doctor like him, I’m up for resectioning any part of the vertebra!]

[I estimate that the bleeding would be less than 1 liter. This is a figure that no one has dared to hope for. It’s a miracle.]

[1 liter? Are you joking? How bad are your skills? I think it would be capped at 600 mL.]

[This is a surgery that’ll leave female doctors in tears and male doctors speechless. I’m really jealous. I think our hospital is offering a fellowship in Canada. I must fight for it this time.]

[Host, please send my regards to the surgeon. I’m looking forward to seeing you in the broadcasting room.]

[Stop dreaming, do you think you can get onto the live surgery broadcast as an exchange student? Have you seen the surgeon’s assistant? Regardless of general surgery or interventional surgery, all his assistants have shining credentials.]

[You make me feel hopeless…]

Comments rained on like bullets. The interventional doctor from Horqin Right Middle Banner remained silent.

All enthusiasm and excitement from succeeding in the mesenteric artery embolization surgery was gone.

What he had just witnessed was the vast distance between him and the surgeon, devastating his pride.

However… What else could he do? The surgeon had the skills of a world-class physician! It was understandable that he could not compare.

Chief Han from the orthopedic department also had no idea what was going on in the live surgery broadcast. He gave a few glances and proceeded to start a drinking competition with the general surgery chief.

The interventional doctor was disappointed as they did not know how to appreciate the top-class surgery presented right in front of them.

He felt so depressed, it was as if all the air had been sucked out of his lungs. This was not the way of becoming a doctor!

Nevertheless, he seemed so out of place in an environment like this.

He had no one to blame if he got sidelined and bullied.

Should he spend all his time at social events to entertain others? If he did, would he have any time left to study?

The interventional doctor was lost in his dilemma.

…

In the emergency operating room of Sea City General Hospital, Zheng Ren removed his sterile gown and kept his lead vest into the System before entering the operating console room.

“Brother Zhou, the surgery is done.”

“Thanks for the trouble.”

“No worries. There shouldn’t be much bleeding tomorrow,” Zheng Ren said confidently.

“Hmm?” Dr. Zhou was a little surprised. “I’ve prepared 20 units of red blood cells and plasma.”

“Just hold on to it. There’s no hurry to retrieve them. I was thinking that if the professor from Imperial Capital has the skills that I expected from him, the patient would only lose around 500 mL of blood and might not even need a transfusion,” Zheng Ren said.

“…” Dr. Zhou noticed that Chief Zheng was really good at being boastful.

The global standard for the bleeding volume of a vertebral resection was under 2 liters. It was already remarkable if one could keep it under the standard volume.

Did he just say 500 mL?

Was he out of his mind?

However, Dr. Zhou had always been very feminine and gentle, so the smile on his face never faltered.

He just smiled politely after hearing Zheng Ren’s “boasts”.

After all, Zheng Ren had willingly stayed behind to help him with the surgery.

He could not look down on him due to his gloating post-surgery.