Chapter 115: Crashing the Party (Alliance Leader Zhang Linmin's Extra Update ×1)

Ding Yifan sat in the front row, watching his own surgery, and even he himself found it pleasing to the eye.

Super-selection to a Level 3 Artery is very difficult; many years ago, 912 explored a New Surgical Technique, performing Prostate Embolization to treat Prostatic Hypertrophy, but because it is very difficult to super-select vessels with a caliber similar to Level 3 and 4 arteries, this project ended up coming to nothing after many years.

Now that the technical level has improved, he never expected that there would come a time when he could catch up to and surpass 912.

Feeling smug in his heart, Ding Yifan thought that if he took this surgical recording to participate in the Shanghai competition, it should at least be in the top five.

Top five in the country, heh!

Ding Yifan felt smug in his heart.

Suddenly, a commotion came from behind; the sound was not loud, but Ding Yifan could discern the suppressed gasps.

Right, this is exactly the effect.

If they really shouted out loud, it would be a bit fake. After watching his surgical recording, the directors of the lower-level hospitals wanted to gasp but felt embarrassed, so the stifled, involuntary cries were the most effective, the most vivid.

A look of satisfaction that reached his very bones appeared on Ding Yifan's face.

But a few seconds later, he sensed that something was wrong.

Looking back, he saw several people gathered around a nameless little director from Yongcheng; they were looking at something on a laptop and were not watching his surgery.

Ding Yifan suddenly became annoyed.

"Hey you, what are you doing?" Ding Yifan stood up, hands behind his back, and asked in a cold voice.

"Ah!"

One director knew Ding Yifan; he could feel that Ding Yifan was unhappy, and he also knew that being distracted on such an occasion was somewhat impolite.

He wanted to leave, but his eyes were unknowingly "hooked" by the video on Sui Zhuren's computer.

That little enchantress was so alluring that it made him linger and forget to return. As for Ding Yifan...

"Director Ding, sorry, sorry, Director Sui has a surgery here, I'm taking a look." The man gave a thoughtless, random explanation.

Ding Yifan frowned, feeling particularly unhappy inside.

What is this, this damn thing is called crashing the party!

An Er Jia Yiyuan in Yongcheng, which didn't even have an Interventional Department before; it seems a doctor who came from the north started the Interventional Department from scratch.

Doctors like this without a pedigree are the most looked down upon in Ding Yifan's world.

Let alone grassroots schools, at Xiehe Hospital, graduates and Doctors of Philosophy from Huaxi are all seen as having impure bloodlines and are held in great contempt.

What the hell is this.

Ding Yifan cursed in his heart, but a gentle smile appeared on his face.

He learned this from his own boss; although the form was similar but the spirit was not, Ding Yifan felt it was particularly cool.

He walked over with his hands behind his back, and the people around the computer saw this scene and tactfully moved aside. However, Ding Yifan noticed that their eyes remained fixed on the computer screen, unwilling to leave for even a second.

What kind of amazing technique could a doctor have who couldn't even make a living in the north and could only go to an Er Jia Yiyuan in Yongcheng to perform surgeries? Ding Yifan decided to give him a taste of his own medicine.

"This is... that... met once, you are Director Sui, right?" Ding Yifan finally remembered Director Sui's name.

"Director Ding, sorry, I'm really sorry." Director Sui apologized hurriedly.

"If there's a surgery, just play it." Ding Yifan said indifferently, suppressing the unhappiness in his heart, "The Committee sent you an invitation, right? Although we are competing, the main purpose is for everyone to exchange what they have, learn from each other, promote, and improve."

"It's not very good for you to hold a private meeting here in the audience."

Director Sui was helpless; he blamed his own itchy hands. Since the competition was over and the next part was the review, he was in a hurry to see what exactly Lao Zhao was showing off to him.

As a result, he attracted Ding Yifan.

"Director Ding, it's not..."

"What is or isn't, play it for everyone to see together." Ding Yifan smiled, "It's a surgery, right?"

"Yes, hemostatic embolization for bleeding after Renal Partial Nephrectomy."

"Play it!" Ding Yifan waved his hand, "How can you see clearly on a laptop."

"Director Ding, I didn't mean that..."

Director Sui wanted to explain, but under Ding Yifan's stern gaze, he sheepishly stopped his explanation.

"Play it for everyone to see together." Ding Yifan feigned generosity, while calculating in his heart how to pick faults in the surgery later.

Since he dared to come and kick the door down, he should be prepared to be smashed to pieces.

At the very least, he had to ruin this guy who didn't know the immensity of heaven and earth within the academic circle.

The infighting in the academic circle has always been cruel, and Ding Yifan didn't think there was anything wrong with it. His own boss was such a domineering person, and Ding Yifan learned everything exactly the same way.

Director Sui was helpless. The staff came to take the laptop, and he also felt that the laptop screen was a bit small and some technical details couldn't be seen clearly; a high-definition projector would be better.

So Director Sui, still oblivious, helped out.

This scene, in Ding Yifan's eyes, turned into Director Sui having carefully prepared a surgical recording, but not uploading it through formal channels, instead using tricks to attract others' attention.

In Ding Yifan's view, this behavior could simply be called base and despicable.

Soon, without anyone introducing the doctor who submitted the surgery, the surgical video began to play.

"Huh?"

Just as it started, Ding Yifan suddenly let out a "huh."

Ding Yifan was familiar with Emergency Rescue for bleeding after Renal Partial Nephrectomy, and he often cooperated with the Urology Department to help them clean up their messes.

The familiar Micro-guidewire traveled through the blood vessel; ahead was the bifurcation point, branching off into the Renal Artery.

But the Micro-guidewire didn't make preparations in advance; it looked as if it were going straight to the liver.

Ding Yifan thought this was simply ridiculous.

What kind of work is this? He can't even perform the simplest operation of entering the Renal Artery from the Abdominal Aorta, and this is it?

That is why he let out a "huh."

But a few seconds later, Ding Yifan froze.

The Micro-guidewire ignored the influence of the surging blood flow of the Abdominal Aorta, made no preparations in advance, flicked as it turned, and entered the affected Renal Artery.

Holy crap!

Seeing the small to know the big, just based on this move, Ding Yifan became serious.

The Micro-guidewire continued to advance, placing the catheter, performing Angiography, and after finding the bleeding blood vessel, the Micro-guidewire moved forward again.

Super-selection from the Renal Artery to the Segmental Renal Artery was still not difficult for the operator; it was accomplished in one go, as if driving on a six-lane highway, unobstructed.

Most of the Doctors in attendance did not know what had happened, but after seeing such a brilliant operation, thunderous applause broke out.

Being able to succeed in a similar Super-selection on the first try meant the operator's level was extremely high.

Some Doctors had even begun to guess that this must be a "bonus egg" surgery secretly left for everyone by the Committee.

The best was saved for last, even meant to overshadow the surgery of General Manager Ding Yifan.

The surgery should have ended here, placing a Spring Coil to embolize the bleeding artery. Although at least 20% of the Kidney function would be lost, it was better than losing a life.

But!

The surgery was still continuing.

The Micro-guidewire continued to move downward.

Ding Yifan seemed to be staring directly at the sun; his pupils constricted instantly, as if he had been given an intravenous push of an excessive dose of barbiturates.

Still moving downward? What is he trying to do?

Further down was a Level 4 Blood Vessel, with a diameter about the same as a 0.18 Guide Wire.

Ding Yifan could not guess what the operator intended to do next; if it were him performing the surgery, this would be enough—it was already perfect.

The venue went quiet.

Everyone felt that something was wrong with their vision.

Those present were all mature operators; even if they hadn't performed similar surgeries, they had seen them.

This step of Super-selection was not impossible to do, but one had to balance the Patient's blood vessel, which was gushing like a turned-on faucet, with the need to strive for perfection.

This was irresponsible to the Patient!

Compared to losing 20% of Kidney function versus Hemorrhagic Shock and the Patient's death, which was more important?

Similar super-selections usually take at least 3-5 attempts to succeed, "wasting" 20-30 minutes.

The Patient was highly likely to die due to the bleeding during this time.

However, the operator manipulated the Micro-guidewire to continue downward, entering the next-level blood vessel smoothly at the branch of the Segmental Renal Artery, without the slightest bit of difficulty.

Holy crap!

This was a recorded surgery; surgeries selected for submission were all carefully chosen, not the kind of live-streamed videos full of accidents.

Everyone could guess that it would certainly succeed, but no one expected it to succeed on the first try.

The venue was silent, but soon someone realized that the recorded surgery must have been edited; they hadn't noticed the time just now.

Ding Yifan thought the same, his gaze shifting to the time in the top left corner.

Another injection of barbiturates was pushed into the vein; the drug diffused rapidly, inhibiting Ding Yifan's polysynaptic reflexes, weakening facilitation while simultaneously enhancing inhibition.

With the opening of Cl- channels, his Cl- permeability was increased instantly, causing the cell membrane to hyperpolarize.

At the same time, the excitatory response caused by glutamate acting on corresponding receptors was blocked, inducing central inhibition.

Ding Yifan's bilateral pupils constricted to pinpoints.

This is fucking impossible!

The time clearly showed that from the start of the surgery to the Super-selection into the next-level artery of the Segmental Renal Artery, it only took 8′12″!

In other words, the Super-selection just now was a one-time success, not something achieved through editing.

Whose surgery is this damn good!

It was a fluke, it must have been a fluke—this thought surfaced in the minds of everyone, including Ding Yifan.

Even Sui Zhuren thought the same.

The operator from yesterday seemed to have traveled through time; in the subsequent surgery, he used practical actions to slap everyone in the face, one slap after another.

After the Super-selection was finished, a Spring Coil was inserted to embolize a branch of the bleeding artery, and then the Micro-guidewire performed Super-selection again.

Still a success on the first try!

This time, many people were paying attention to the time, staring without blinking to see if there were any traces of editing.

Very "regrettably," the surgery was done in one breath, without a single trace of editing.

The next branch under the Segmental Renal Artery was successfully super-selected again, the Spring Coil was inserted, and the bleeding was stopped.

An Emergency Rescue surgery that was originally extremely difficult was actually made to feel boring by the operator.

It was as simple as removing a lipoma.

This feeling of effortless mastery made Ding Yifan feel it was very unreal.

After the surgery ended, a professor from the Committee went on stage and clicked to replay it.

Such high-level surgeries were rare; one truly could not watch them enough times.

After a brief moment of emotion, Ding Yifan suddenly calmed down; this was here to wreck the show! It must be!!

(End of this chapter)