Chapter 492: An Operation Like Ascending to Heaven in Broad Daylight

Under Ling Tian's gaze, Ji Xiang twisted the micro-guidewire in his hand to continue the super-selection.

He

He!

He!!

He is going to super-select one level deeper into the blood vessel!

Ling Tian's eyes widened, and a bloodshot line crawled and spread rapidly across his eyeball.

Super-selection of a Level 4 Blood Vessel already belongs to the forbidden zone level; there are only three digits of doctors in the entire country who can reach this level.

And even saying they can do it, some can finish in half an hour, while others take 3-4 hours, entering the super-selection many times before "guessing" their way in once.

The gap between being able to do it and being able to do it is enormous.

Yet even Ling Tian had absolutely never thought that one could perform another super-selection below a Level 4 Blood Vessel.

As the guidewire used the force of a collision against the vessel wall at a right-angle bend in a narrow space to rebound, and the guidewire entered the right-angle bend, another bloodshot line appeared in Ling Tian's eyes.

The bloodshot lines spread; it seemed that in just an instant, both of his eyes turned red.

Blood flooded his pupils, and his blood pressure was so high it felt like it could burst out from the top of his head at any moment. The veins on his temples bulged, thumping with every heartbeat.

Ling Tian did not notice the changes in his own body; he stared intently at the screen, and perhaps due to his rising blood pressure, his face was somewhat flushed.

The operation before his eyes was even more unbearable for Ling Tian than when Ji Xiang had pointed at his nose and scolded him in front of many industry experts.

The latter belonged to a battle in the academic world, while the former was a difference in capability.

For a doctor to admit that their own level is not good enough is an extremely shameful thing, let alone for a doctor of Ling Tian's level.

Ji Xiang's surgery was indeed very strong, but Ling Tian had not expected it to be strong to such a degree.

An invisible pair of hands gripped Ling Tian's throat, making even breathing feel extremely difficult.

And those hands were Ji Xiang's technical level.

His own boss wanted to take Ji Xiang as a closed-door disciple; previously, Ling Tian thought this was Ji Xiang's good fortune, and that his refusal, or even the disputes at the conference, were self-destructive to his future.

Even when watching the previous episode of the program a few days ago, Ling Tian had thoughts of withdrawing, and he had thought the same then.

But now, the technical means Ji Xiang displayed on the program silently told Ling Tian—Qin's invitation was wishful thinking, a case of climbing a high branch.

It was just that the high branch was unwilling, which led to the subsequent story.

This was a thought he had never dared to imagine before, a ridiculous notion, but in the face of Ji Xiang's meticulous super-selection, all of this had become fact.

It was as if all the strength in Ling Tian's body had been drained away invisibly; he slumped in his chair, his eyes staring at the pitch-black ceiling, devoid of luster.

The office lights were off, and the flickering light from his phone screen looked exactly like Ling Tian's mood at this moment.

Human joys and sorrows are never shared.

Ling Tian finally knew the answer to the question that had puzzled him for so long.

It was clearly a heaven-sent opportunity, so why did Ji Xiang give it up without hesitation, and even stand on the opposite side of his boss?

It turned out his technical level had long since reached the pinnacle.

It is hard to imagine,

It is hard to believe,

But Ji Xiang presented all of this to everyone in an inconceivable way.

The layman watches the spectacle,

Only an insider like Ling Tian can see the technique.

His heart was cold and desolate, his hands trembling, beyond his own control.

……

……

"How is it, how is it?" After dealing with an emergency patient, Meng Qingfei ran back to the Duty Room in a rush.

The Emergency Internal Medicine Doctor had a great shift today with nothing going on; he said with a chuckle, "The director over there finished the surgery and is letting your precious Ji Xiang learn the operation."

Ji Xiang……

What the hell is a precious treasure……

Meng Qingfei almost spat a mouthful of old blood onto the Emergency Internal Medicine Doctor's face.

However, he didn't dwell on that point and asked suspiciously, "Learning the operation? What operation?"

"I can't understand it," the Emergency Internal Medicine Doctor said quite frankly.

Interventional Surgery is considered a niche department even in a Grade A Tertiary Hospital; not understanding or not knowing how to do it is not a shameful thing.

Meng Qingfei stared intently at the screen, and a few seconds later, he raised his hand and "slapped" it onto the Emergency Internal Medicine Doctor's back.

"What the hell are you saying!"

"What's wrong?"

"……" For a moment, Meng Qingfei didn't know how to explain it either.

The story was too long, and too shocking, so Meng Qingfei fell silent.

He knew Ji Xiang was very capable and very skilled, and whether it was small suturing or some strange treatments, like Cavernous Body Puncture, for which Ji Xiang had obtained clinical experience from who knows where, he could always make a show of it.

But Meng Qingfei never expected Ji Xiang to be this strong.

A super-selection after a Level 4 Blood Vessel is equivalent to taking a step further from the top of a hundred-foot pole; is Ji Xiang crazy? Is he trying to step on his own left foot with his right and ascend to heaven in broad daylight?!

……

……

Zhao Tianjiao could not understand Interventional Surgery, and also believed that Ji Xiang had obtained an opportunity to try it under the program team's requirements.

However, the moment the guidewire hit the right-angle branch of the small artery and the super-selection succeeded, a crisp cracking sound came through.

The old man dropped his teacup on the floor; the teacup shattered into pieces, and the steam from the tea rose up.

To be precise, it wasn't a fall; rather, his hands lost strength unconsciously, and the teacup dropped to the floor.

"Dad..." Zhao Tianjiao called out.

Zhao Yuanzhang remained motionless, as if the teacup shattering had never happened, his eyes fixed intently on the screen.

"Dad!" Zhao Tianjiao raised his voice and called out again.

Zhao Yuanzhang still did not move; only after the entire process of embolization and angiography was complete did he slump back into the sofa and close his eyes, looking very tired.

"Dad, what's wrong?" Zhao Tianjiao asked while cleaning up the mess on the floor with his mother.

"You didn't understand it, did you."

"Understand what?" Zhao Tianjiao asked blankly.

"Many years ago, the best among the first group of people in our hospital to perform Interventional Surgery was named Wang Gang." Zhao Yuanzhang's tone had calmed down, and he said indifferently, "That year, we also encountered a similar Patient with lower Gastrointestinal Bleeding."

"At the time, the Family Member begged to try, wanting any method as long as there was hope, not wanting to give up. The Patient's hemoglobin had already dropped to 45g; if it continued like that, even if they didn't bleed to death, they would develop DIC."

"No one dared to perform the destructive surgery, but Wang Gang, not knowing what he was thinking, went into surgery. The embolization was successful, and General Surgery opened the table... it was still called General Surgery back then, before it split up."

After a brief digression, Zhao Yuanzhang continued, "The director of General Surgery went on the table and removed nearly 80cm of the intestine. The Patient did stop bleeding, but they didn't last many days after the surgery before they were gone."

"Did the Family Member sue?" Zhao Tianjiao asked.

"There aren't that many unreasonable Family Members; most people are still reasonable. After the person died, the Family Member was extremely grateful."

"But Wang Gang couldn't accept the fact. He told me it was his lack of technical skill that led to the large amount of intestine removed, and that the Patient couldn't withstand the surgical trauma, which is why they passed away."

"..." Zhao Tianjiao was stunned, not knowing why the old man was telling this story.

(End of this chapter)