Chapter 1051: then translation of chapter title

1026 Really that strong!

Su Yun didn't even look at the Shou Bing, but was talking with Doctor Smith about matters concerning TIPS Surgery teaching.

Doctor Smith was absent-minded, his eyes always fixed on the screen on this side, watching.

Su Yun did not understand.

In his opinion, Zheng Ren's Shou Bing was indeed good, but that's all it was. If it weren't because I have little interest in Interventional surgery, catching up with him would just be a matter of minutes... one or two years.

Or rather, the popularization of TIPS Surgery is more crucial for winning the Nobel Prize.

But, after one minute, the Shou Bing screen lit up for less than ten seconds, and Doctor Smith's gaze, upon accidentally seeing the screen, could not be moved away.

He forgot that he was discussing TIPS Surgery with Su Yun, and with a sudden jerk he stood up, his upper body as thin as a sheet of paper swaying, on the verge of collapsing, almost breaking.

He strode up to the screen, silent and speechless.

Su Yun felt it strange; Zheng Ren's Shou Bing was good, but not enough to make the big shots at Mayo Clinic so surprised.

As for Doctor Smith, Su Yun had some understanding.

Because of the TIPS Surgery project, one link in the review process requires people from the Interventional Medicine Discipline to conduct evaluation and recommendation.

Of course, it's just a few top people in the Interventional Medicine Discipline worldwide, and Doctor Smith is among them.

His level is still a bit higher than Professor Rudolf Wagner's.

What's going on? Su Yun stood up dubiously, looking at the screen.

The Microcatheter was advancing smoothly, as if those curved small arteries didn't exist at all.

Not bad, Su Yun thought.

Higher than the level shown in 912, this guy also knows how to keep secrets; Su Yun wasn't unhappy, but rather felt relieved.

Teaching others TIPS Surgery hands-on could possibly lead to the fate of starving the master after teaching the apprentice.

Su Yun and Zheng Ren have discussed this matter.

Zheng Ren's view is that no matter how high others' level, they can only reach Su Yun's standard; it's no big deal.

Su Yun was angry but couldn't refute; while praising himself, he also lifted Zheng Ren higher, which Su Yun thought was a way of showing off.

Now looking... it really is like that.

Where exactly is this guy's limit? Su Yun also felt a bit dazed, but he immediately smiled; the technique now displayed should be Zheng Ren's limit.

This was forced out by the Mayo Clinic medical centre; occasionally a flash of inspiration.

His guess was correct, but after unintentionally glancing twice, he also fell silent.

Zheng Ren's Microcatheter, under his control, stopped at a strange position, neither forward nor backward, looking especially absurd.

And right here, the Professor began to inject the embolizing agent.

Why? Su Yun began to construct a three-dimensional structure of the patient's liver based on the images. His brain raced, the black hair on his forehead pressed by the Sterile Cap couldn't help dissipate heat, and Su Yun felt somewhat troubled.

Not knowing how much time had passed, Su Yun's heart only then had a hint of Ming understanding.

That spot is the most suitable.

If we go higher, it would embolize a lot of undamaged liver tissue; if we go lower, the hemostatic range would be small.

Could this be the experience learned from going to Di Du for liver and gallbladder rescue? Su Yun suddenly realized that while he was constructing, Zheng Ren's Shou Bing operation hadn't stopped. He ignored the Shou Bing, focusing all his effort on figuring out why.

Not knowing how much time had passed, anyway Zheng Ren's Shou Bing had already begun to wrap up.

Holy shit... Su Yun's heart was astonished.

The level differs so much? Impossible!

He dubiously lifted his head, not continuing to watch the Shou Bing, but looking at Zheng Ren inside through the Lead glass.

With Professor Rudolf Wagner blocking the view, Su Yun could only see part of Zheng Ren's figure.

So focused and serious, his hands almost made no movement. He knew this was a manifestation of having manipulated the Microguidewire and Microcatheter to an extremely fine degree.

Originally the gap really was that big; Su Yun exhaled, the Sterile Cap pressing half his hair, the black hair on his forehead could only feebly flutter a few times.

And the entire operating room was dead silent.

A doctor who had previously objected to Zheng Ren taking over the Shou Bing also stared at the screen, dumbfounded, like a statue, motionless.

This is learning the Shou Bing, Su Yun knows.

I've thought for so long to figure it out, can you guys also understand? Su Yun laughed, turned around, found a chair, and sat down casually.

If the Shou Bing is done well, future matters will be easy to discuss.

This is Mayo Clinic; patients are as many as needed, whatever patient source, Bed Position, doctor, nursing, various factors need not be considered.

They can become world number one because they have deep foundations. Every number one has its necessary rationale, not just achievable by luck.

One Mayo Clinic's Shou Bing volume can match that of three to five Di Du liver and gallbladder centers.

Thinking of this, Su Yun felt at ease.

Originally thought to be an impossible task, the Nobel Prize Shou Bing volume now seems possible to achieve.

Truly fortunate, he sighed in his heart.

After sighing, Su Yun was stunned for a moment.

Fortune, is Zheng Ren really this fortunate? All the way smooth sailing, not even a slight setback.

He self-mockingly laughed, maybe yes, maybe no, who knows. Anyway, the most important now is to complete the Nobel Prize Shou Bing volume, promote TIPS Surgery, other things can be left for later.

14 minutes 23 seconds, the Shou Bing ended.

Just like performing a pelvic fracture embolization hemostasis Shou Bing, the most time-consuming operation is not Zheng Ren's Super-selective but the Professor's embolization.

Injecting the embolizing drug involves no particular technique; wanting to shorten the time is basically impossible.

In other words, this Shou Bing has already reached the limit of humanity.

After the hemostasis and embolization Shou Bing ended, Zheng Ren removed the membrane-covered stent, extremely light, without causing secondary liver damage.

He then turned and stepped down, the Professor taking care of all the final work.

Walk out of Shujian, Zheng Ren discovered that those gazes were not looking at him at all, but were staring at the screen.

He thought, 'It must have been shocked by the peak-level Interventional surgery.' Not only them, even he himself was shocked.

Originally, the gap between master level and peak level was so huge that it could not be described in words.

If it weren't for relying on the peak card, but instead truly possessing this level, how great that would be.

Zheng Renye also felt moved.

There was still some time; Zheng Ren simply found a spot to sit down, closed his eyes, and began to recall every detail of the Shou Bing.

In a vague sense, that transparent ceiling layer separating from the peak began to loosen.

But Zheng Ren felt nothing; he seized the moment to retain the memory of the peak state in his mind and body, letting his muscles form memory, to see if it could help his own Interventional surgery.

In the System Space, the Skill Tree of Interventional surgery grew wildly, and a broken sound faintly came from midair.

The creaking sound made one's teeth ache and ears feel gritty.