Chapter 1001: 980 Most Unsophisticated Operation

"Go?" Zou Yu had been backed into a corner by Su Yun's seemingly plausible yet indisputable words, feeling a bit dazed, and she instinctively asked.

From childhood to adulthood, no one had ever spoken to her like that.

But the young man before her, who made her heart flutter at a glance, gave her endless surprise. He wasn't a shrew scolding in the street; instead, he cited classics and looked down on her, using learning to suppress her.

As for those Liu Wentai types not recorded in official histories, Zou Yu had no doubt that if she dared to question them, even more rebuttals would await her.

Young, handsome, knowledgeable, high IQ—such a person must be flawless, right?

Zou Yu's heart had already melted, but her father had just died suddenly and been revived; she couldn't indulge in spring feelings yet, first she had to attend to business.

Zou Jia Hua said nothing, just quietly watching Su Yun leave.

As for the lackeys outside holding cash-filled suitcases, Zou Jia Hua didn't even give them a chance to come in.

Wu Lao seemed asleep, from start to finish just watching Su Yun's sharp tongue like a gun, leaving the Zou father and daughter speechless.

This kid, really not bad—Wu Lao almost laughed out loud in his heart.

After a long while, Zou Jia Hua asked, "Old Wu, what's the background of this Su Sheng? Do you know?"

"A few years ago, when he was still a graduate student, he was hailed as the rising star of Di Du's Cardiothoracic Surgery." Wu Lao said, "Autologous stem cell 3D-printed heart transplantation—animal experiments have already been completed. To us old-timers, this technology truly sounds like Arabian Nights."

Wu Lao said this, also feeling somewhat emotional.

Heart transplants, nationwide successful cases numbered only a few dozen. Decades ago, the Second Fu Yuan of Northern Province Medical University completed the nation's first heart transplant surgery, and he too rejoiced.

But in less than thirty years, we can now 3D-print a heart from autologous stem cells, maximizing avoidance of postoperative immune rejection.

The progress of technology is truly astonishing.

Zou Jia Hua's brows twitched slightly.

"This kid, due to certain matters, didn't continue a first-phase clinical trial. I actually hope he can pick it up again; after all, I'm old too—if we could print a heart identical to one's own cells and transplant it, I might live another ten years."

Wu Lao merely said this in a calm tone about his own situation.

But these words were like a silent hint to Zou Jia Hua.

Whether it's power or money, the more one has, the more one fears death. Thus, a doctor who masters core technology and can extend lifespan naturally becomes a priceless commodity.

Compared to this technology, which can almost be called a life-extending measure, the allure of money has dropped to an unbelievably low degree.

If the Phase III trial passes, one can imagine how many people will wave checkbooks to seek Su Yun. By then, Zou Jia Hua's assets would only count as middle-class; wanting surgery would mean waiting at least a year.

Moreover, it's estimated that by then, no one could even be found.

Zou Jia Hua pondered for a long time, then slowly asked, "Such an outstanding young person—how could they be content to be merely an assistant?"

"Because his boss is stronger." Wu Lao's eyes flickered; he thought, "This Mr. Zou before me is really addled—the logic of this is crystal clear; his mind must already be in chaos."

……

The surgery went very smoothly; Mu Tao, through accumulated expertise, effortlessly mastered the new TIPS Surgery method.

During the surgery, following the stent's entry route, Zheng Ren, based on local anatomy, explained to Mu Tao how to remove the second-stage stent almost without damage.

Since Mu Tao's skills had reached the hall of mastery, a brief reminder sufficed.

This is a teaching method Zheng Ren distilled after experiencing the Zhu Liangchen incident in Di Du's Hepatobiliary department.

Applied to Mu Tao, it seemed quite fitting. After all, among domestic "trainees," Mu Tao's skill level is one of the few that can be counted on one's fingers.

The last two procedures were live surgeries; Hu Yan Hui had already prepared the broadcasting equipment, just waiting for the surgery to go live.

Professor Rudolf Wagner was already eager to give it a try.

After finishing the fourth surgery, the young doctor sent the patient away; Mu Tao did not take off his lead clothing, but instead walked slowly to the operating chamber, smiling as he consulted with Professor Rudolf Wagner.

"Fugui'er, for the next surgery, shall I set up a station for Boss Zheng?"

"Ha?" the professor glared.

With that expression, the next sentence would be "What are you looking at?"

"I just had some insight and want to deepen it," Mu Tao explained gently.

"Fugui'er, let Mu Tao go up; you rest today, and by the way, teach Lao Mu's people the details of the Nobel Prize paperwork." Zheng Ren, looking at the patient's images in the Operating Room, said.

The professor glared at Mu Tao, then ceased arguing.

Mu Tao felt a little relieved, smiled gratefully, and went to scrub his hands.

When he himself performed surgery, it was one way; watching Zheng Ren perform surgery, especially from the assistant's perspective, was another.

Mu Tao held the guidewire, his mind filled with thoughts of how he should act as the operator.

In Mu Tao's view, Boss Zheng's surgery was the most "unsophisticated" kind.

From start to finish it was just basic operations—no flashy tricks, no extremely difficult techniques, no novel procedures that would catch one's eye.

Everything was peaceful and ordinary, simple and low-key.

Like a novice doctor who just learned surgery, he knows no advanced techniques, only able to complete the simplest surgery with the most rudimentary methods.

But,

it's precisely these most basic methods,

that, when accumulated together,

they dismantle the Intervention Department's most difficult surgery.

Simple puncture, blind selection, angiography, with an built-in puncture kit—once in position, no hesitation, just puncture directly.

Then two stents are lowered in, and the surgery ends.

So unsophisticated that Mu Tao found nothing noteworthy—simple, crude, and direct.

This was the first time Mu Tao, from the assistant's perspective, watched Zheng Ren perform TIPS Surgery, and he realized Zheng Ren's surgery was exactly as he had imagined—truly too unsophisticated.

However, Mu Tao did not mock Zheng Ren; the excitement he had felt after thinking he had mastered TIPS Surgery quickly turned into confusion.

Because Mu Tao knew that lifting heavy as if light is one level, lifting light as if heavy is another stage of surgery.

He himself had just entered the field, not even reaching the point of lifting heavy as if light; whereas Boss Zheng had already reduced complexity to simplicity, returning to the basics.

The gap is really huge, Mu Tao felt moved.

However, watching Zheng Ren personally perform Shou Bing, there is one advantage—Mu Tao's Understanding of certain details has become deeper.

Just now I only got hit by the Hemostatic Forceps once, but this is not because the Shou Bing was perfect. On the contrary, compared to Zheng Ren's Shou Bing, Mu Tao discovered more places for Improvement.

Looking at it this way, the Hemostatic Forceps did not strike my radial styloid, because the errors were relatively small. Although not perfect, it hardly had any Impact on the Shou Bing.

Moreover, Zheng Lao Ban was also taking care of his own emotions, too lazy to correct everything one by one.

Thinking of this, Mu Tao's heart felt a little confused.