Chapter 1055: 1030 Intervention Has No Future (Silver Alliance 37 Interactive Entertainment Li Yifei Bonus Chapter 6)

Half an hour later, Zheng Ren finally finished dissecting the left half of the liver, combined with nuclear magnetic resonance diffusion, and pinpointed the location.

The puncture kit was in the portal vein; that point which had once puzzled people and been impossible to find is now clarity, obvious—at a glance you can see exactly where it is and how to find it in the future.

"Basically, that's it. If there are still questions about the second-stage Shou Bing, you can just place one more stent; as long as you pay more attention to postoperative hepatic encephalopathy in patients, that'll be fine." Zheng Ren added.

"Papapap~~~" applause sounded.

At first, only one person clapped, like the sound of sparse drizzle hitting the roof, carrying a hint of autumn.

But soon, more and more applause sounded.

Zheng Ren stood on the podium, initially somewhat puzzled; he hadn't imagined anyone would applaud him. He gave a slight smile, a bit embarrassed, like the big boy next door.

Doctor Charles Moore was the first to clap; he then stood up, looking at the young man before him, his eyes filled with faint appreciation.

He is not an interventional doctor, but he can understand the dissection.

On the podium, the parenchymal portion of the left half of the animal liver in the white sterile tray had been teased out thread by thread, leaving only the fibrous, cord‑like structure of the arteries and veins.

Doctor Charles Moore knew that someone who could dissect to this extent would also be extremely strong in Shou Bing; in this young man he saw a reflection of his former self.

A genius, clever, his hands seemed to have received Heaven's blessing, full of spirituality.

The applause in the demonstration room lasted one minute, and as Doctor Charles Moore walked onto the podium, it gradually faded.

Everyone researching TIPS Surgery, including Doctor Smith, now understood how the Shou Bing should be done.

Success was just a sheet of paper away; pierce it and you'd understand.

At this moment, some people were already itching to try, preparing for the Shou Bing.

"Doctor Smith, wait for the instruments to arrive, and I will perform a teaching Shou Bing." Zheng Ren said softly: "There are still a few key points to understand, and then it'll be fine."

Doctor Smith nodded repeatedly.

"Young man, this is one of the most splendid dissections I have ever seen." Doctor Charles Moore smiled and said: "Are you a doctor from China?"

"Yes."

"Interventional surgery has great limitations and no future; I think, given your level, you'd be better off focusing all your attention on Gan Dan Wai Ke." Doctor Charles Moore said.

The entire demonstration room fell silent.

Doctor Charles Moore held a bias against Interventional surgery, and everyone at Mayo Clinic knew this. So when he had just entered, Doctor Smith broke out in a sweat, fearing the old man would scold him away.

Indeed, after the applause and praise, Doctor Charles Moore truly put forward his view. He valued Zheng Ren's dissection skill, not any TIPS Surgery technique.

Zheng Ren glanced at Doctor Charles Moore; the system panel glowed faintly red, the red not intense, but the diagnosis was extremely rare—coronary artery dilation.

Normally, Coronary Heart Disease is a condition caused by narrowing of the coronary arteries and insufficient myocardial blood supply.

But coronary artery dilation can also cause persistent angina symptoms and is highly prone to aneurysms, leading to sudden patient death.

However, it wasn't serious; Zheng Ren smiled and paid no heed to Doctor Charles Moore's words.

"Your dissection has a few minor issues." Doctor Charles Moore walked over to Zheng Ren, picked up a scalpel, its blade sharp, pointing directly at the hepatic vein.

"Here, your hand moved slightly to the left. If this were a normal Shou Bing, there would be……"

Zheng Ren immediately gave an explanation, picking up a pair of Hemostatic Forceps, and together with Doctor Charles Moore began to review the dissection just done.

Oblivious to everyone else, one could perhaps describe the two—one old, one young.

Su Yun sat in the chair of the demonstration room, uneasy.

Is my Boss really that strong? He had asked himself this countless times, but for various reasons the answer was always that, as long as he made an effort, he could soon catch up.

Yet, at Mayo Clinic, before the legendary Doctor Charles Moore, the Boss still held his own in discussing dissection matters.

A three‑dimensional hepatic dissection structure appeared in Su Yun's mind; he could follow the two's discussion. But as the dissection grew deeper, and with Doctor Charles Moore rejecting the classification of the liver into eight segments, the seminar turned into a heated argument.

The theory of the liver's eight segments originated with Wu Lao, the founder of Gan Dan Wai Ke in China; his original proposal was five lobes, four segments, later refined and subdivided into five lobes, eight segments.

From the moment Zheng Ren first encountered the General Surgery Department, he learned the liver's five lobes, eight segments; this counts as one of his basic understandings of Gan Dan Wai Ke—even the Big Pig Trotter raised no objection.

Thus, facing Doctor Charles Moore's skepticism and the Disagreement in their exchange, Zheng Ren did not endure or retreat but directly countered.

Watching the two begin to dissect the right half of the liver, that extremely striking technique—half a liver, two pairs of hands, two blades, dissecting while fiercely discussing and arguing—caused a rare seriousness to appear on Su Yun's face.

Dissection skill can be regarded as the foundation of Shou Bing skill; back then, Wu Lao personally crafted over a hundred specimens of partial liver dissection before establishing the five‑lobe, four‑segment theory.

And now…

He felt no excitement, no sigh, merely watching silently.

Zheng Ren's mood, which had just calmed, gradually began to excite again.

The manner of the TIPS Surgery previously discussed, with its extravagant consumables, had already boosted his excitement; then Doctor Charles Moore began raising questions, which Zheng Ren answered one by one.

Doctor Charles Moore's level is so high it draws sideways glances; especially in dissection technique, it differs greatly from what Zheng Ren has learned.

It's not a matter of who's better or worse, but rather two different schools' methods of dissection and Shou Bing.

As the saying goes, "a stone from another mountain can polish jade"; Zheng Ren, while answering Doctor Charles Moore's questions with dissection, was desperately studying.

Within the System Space, he could only figure things out on his own.

Zheng Ren stumbled his way up to the level of a master in the General Surgery Department; the road ahead was extremely rugged, precisely needing the guidance and intellectual clash of a peak surgery doctor.

Such a clash's spark is very precious, lighting the road ahead.

Doctor Charles Moore also felt exhilarated; it had been years since he last wielded a blade, and the sensation of holding a scalpel was truly wonderful.

While performing the dissection, he suddenly felt Uncomfortable. He sighed, then had to put down the scalpel and reach out; the assistant beside him produced medicine and a bottle of water and handed them to him.

He paused for a moment, Zheng Ren asked gently: "Are you taking Warfarin and painkillers?"