Chapter 134: Special Reward

Sun Jishi said nothing; after the Nurse finished her work and left, he closed the Airtight Lead Door, sat steadily before the computer, and began his own work.

The DSA Machine also has an operating system inside the operating room, but the reason a technician is needed is to save the operator some trouble.

He, too, is a part of the surgery.

The technician focused, bringing all his skills to bear.

Everything was done just right; one second before the operator needed it, the machine was adjusted into position.

Ji Xiang was satisfied, yet also not satisfied.

He stood in the assistant's position, helping Zhao Xiangming, his gaze like a torch fixed on Zhao Xiangming's movements.

"Here, pay attention to your hand posture. Soften your wrist a bit more; don't just shove it in, be gentle." Ji Xiang's voice was not loud, kept very low, not like a lecture in an operating room.

Zhao Xiangming's gestures were indeed stiff; with the old Doctor who used to make him fear like a tiger standing beside him, how could he not be afraid?

Ji Xiang was also helpless.

Actually, Doctor Zhao's surgical level was quite good, at least at the LV5-LV6 level; with the guidance of a "master teacher" like himself, it was estimated that his surgery could improve significantly in a short time.

However, the side effects after the 【Gaze of the Superior Doctor】 skill leveled up were too great; it was obvious that Doctor Zhao was as stiff as a puppet, and he had already failed twice at the simple step of advancing the Guide Wire from the Abdominal Aorta into the Renal Artery.

When performing Arterial Super-selective Catheterization from the Level 2 Renal Artery into the Level 3 Segmental Renal Artery, Zhao Xiangming made another mistake.

With a "Clack—", the Hemostatic Forceps struck his Radial styloid process without mercy.

"What did I just tell you!" Ji Xiang's voice was low, but extremely stern.

The bone-deep pain did not stun Doctor Zhao; instead, he sobered up a little.

"Doctor, I'm sorry." Zhao Xiangming stopped his hand movements, took a deep breath, and focused on recalling what the "old Doctor" had just said.

Crack—

That transparent technical ceiling emitted a faint sound of shattering.

This ceiling had troubled Doctor Zhao for many years, and he had never been able to advance an inch. Although his technical level was sufficient at the level of the Second Affiliated Hospital, who wouldn't want to be higher, faster, and stronger?

Especially back when the Four Great Vajras of the Interventional Department were competing against each other, everyone was pushing themselves hard.

But the existence of a technical ceiling is related to everyone's talent; hard work can only let one touch the ceiling faster, but it cannot break it.

To break through the wall, one needs fate, guidance, and... luck.

As the ceiling shattered, the techniques the "old Doctor" had just explained shot down like a beam of light.

Zhao Xiangming focused for a few seconds, his heart clear, his emotions stable, and he began the surgery again.

His right thumb twisted the Micro-guidewire resting on his index and middle fingers, moving slowly forward against the vessel wall.

At this moment, Zhao Xiangming could even accurately see the atherosclerotic plaque on the DSA Machine screen opposite him.

Avoiding the plaque, the operation made Zhao Xiangming proud.

But that tiger was right beside him; it was good enough not to be scolded, and Zhao Xiangming had no time to show off, striving to bring his technical level to the extreme.

He no longer wanted to show off; he only wanted to complete the surgery steadily to avoid the old Doctor berating him.

Renal Artery super-selection into the Segmental Renal Artery, accomplished in one go.

The Micro-guidewire moved forward within the Segmental Renal Artery; further ahead were the blood vessels feeding the Tumor.

Super-select again!

This time Zhao Xiangming's operation failed; the super-selection from a Level 3 Artery to a Level 4 Blood Vessel had already exceeded his technical ability.

It's over, the old Doctor is definitely going to be furious.

In an instant, Zhao Xiangming was prepared for his Radial styloid process to be struck by the Hemostatic Forceps once again.

But!

Everything he imagined did not happen; a gentle voice of praise came from beside him.

"The previous operation was done well; although the last move didn't succeed, one can already see the progress."

"!!!"

"Before super-selecting, lower your wrist. Look at my hand posture; lower it here, and the Guide Wire will press down and tip upward."

"Then..."

On the operating table, Ji Xiang began to explain the details of super-selection to Doctor Zhao.

His voice was very low, avoiding any emotional fluctuations in the Patient.

Crack—

Crack~~

Crack~~~

The solid ice shattered.

The invisible shackles from before loosened and broke.

Zhao Xiangming felt as if he understood, yet also as if he didn't; he didn't know if the technical ceiling had truly broken, but he knew what it was that had been shackling him all these years.

Was it really this simple?

How could it be this simple!

Pressing his wrist down, a slight force was transmitted along the Micro-guidewire; the tip of the Micro-guidewire pressed down, and the head tilted slightly upward.

With a light twist of his fingers, the Micro-guidewire was exceptionally obedient today, entering the Level 4 Blood Vessel very smoothly from the Segmental Renal Artery.

"It worked!" Zhao Xiangming exclaimed in excitement.

"Clack—"

The Hemostatic Forceps, though late, arrived nonetheless.

"Perform the surgery properly." Ji Xiang said coldly, "Isn't this what you're supposed to do?"

Supposed to do...

Zhao Xiangming was moved to tears.

In the past, the reason he did not choose to perform super-selection on Level 4 blood vessels during surgery was indeed due to insufficient technical skill; even when it was necessary to find a Level 4 blood vessel, he would try countless times, and every single time it was just a matter of relying on Luck.

If Luck was good, he got in.

If Luck was bad, then he would talk about it next time.

Only this time just now, Zhao Xiangming knew not only the result but also the reason behind it.

But his excitement was shattered instantly, and he honestly continued the surgery.

Micro-spring Coils were injected into the three Level 4 blood vessels supplying the Tumor, and the vessels were blocked off.

Angiography performed, the surgical result was satisfactory, surgery concluded.

"Ding-dong~"

【System Task: Mission: Preaching, teaching, and resolving doubts completed.

Task content: Improve the Interventional Surgery level of Zhao Zhuren of the Interventional Department.

Task duration: 3 hours and 12 minutes.

Task rewards: Random Attribute Points +3, Experience Points +20,000, Surgical Points +20.

Special reward: Lucky draw.】

Ji Xiang had not expected that the first stage of a one-month task would be completed so easily; it seemed his Luck value was high, and Zhao Xiangming had already been at a bottleneck for a long time after decades of technical accumulation.

His own guidance had merely poked through that layer of window paper.

But what was the special reward? Seeing the words "lucky draw," Ji Xiang hesitated for a moment and did not click it, deciding to wait until a bit later.

The task was completed just like that.

Ji Xiang let out a breath and, without hesitation, added all the Random Attribute Points to his Luck value at once.

After the surgery was finished, Zhao Xiangming felt proud; just like Ji Xiang, he had not expected that he would actually have a breakthrough during the surgery.

A surgery of ultra-high difficulty was completed in less than 30 minutes; this was simply a miracle!

Zhao Xiangming wanted to look up to the sky and laugh wildly; that regret which had been bottled up for countless years and which he had been prepared to take into his urn was actually gone!

Although one barrier had been broken and there were still more to come, his technical level had improved after all, and the regret was just a little bit less.

Zhao Xiangming was all smiles as he turned to step down from the operating table.

Suddenly, he saw the person beside him also making the same movement.

"......"

Zhao Xiangming stopped abruptly and said humbly, "Director, please go down and rest first."

"Director, you go down first; I will handle the compression hemostasis."

Ji Xiang narrowed his eyes slightly and said politely.

(End of this chapter)