Chapter 1058: with translation of chapter title

Su Yun's temper, aside from a few respected department heads, she rarely indulges anyone. Even at the Mayo Clinic, it's the same.

After some argument, surgery only began with the agreement of Big Boss Brock Lesnar.

This project is overseen by Brock Lesnar, who is deeply worried about its overall progress, even to the point of anxiety.

The project has clearly reached a dead end, especially as the patient before us has developed complicated complications. In a sense, the project can be declared a failure and the team disbanded.

However, once the team disbands, Brock Lesnar will have a failure marked on his résumé, after which he will no longer be able to secure sponsorship.

Such a life would be dim and without prospects, which Brock Lesnar does not want.

Originally it was just a shot in the dark, sending consultation requests to many experts and professors worldwide. But in the end, the only one with a clear solution was this Chinese doctor, Zheng Ren.

Brock Lesnar also hesitated over this for a long time.

But the project team could never find the source of the patient's refractory hypertension after radiofrequency ablation, and even trying to push further yielded no good solution. Not only was there no good way, but the only option left was surgical treatment.

He hesitated for a long time, and even after Zheng Ren agreed to perform the surgery, Brock Lesnar still couldn't make up his mind.

But in the end, he still agreed.

Although Zheng Ren's diagnosis sounds like fantasy, it is the only solution, and because his project received a Nobel Prize nomination, he counts as a doctor of some standing in the medical field—not some nobody making reckless guesses.

So Brock Lesnar could only agree to give it a try.

After signing the agreement, they prepared for surgery.

The laboratory was equipped with an operating room, and its overall environment and conditions were far superior to those of a typical hospital operating room.

One could simply push from one room to another, and Zheng Ren also expressed envy at that.

If he had this environment in 912, wouldn't his surgical volume increase greatly? Three thousand successful TIPS surgeries would seem no problem, Zheng Ren thought.

There's no need to be as troublesome as now, scattering seeds everywhere; it would be enough if he just did it himself. Doing a dozen surgeries a day would be too easy.

"Boss, be more careful." Su Yun whispered while scrubbing in.

"Mm, I will." Zheng Ren took it as Su Yun's usual reminder and didn't think much of it.

"I feel this project team is about to be shut down; if we do poorly, we might take the blame." Su Yun voiced her suspicion, "It could even affect the Nobel Prize project."

"Mm." Zheng Ren knew the situation, but it didn't affect his acknowledgment of Su Yun's judgment; he nodded seriously and returned to the operating room with his hands raised.

Su Yun began disinfecting, Zheng Ren laid out the sterile drapes, and the two worked together with perfect tacit understanding.

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Brock Lesnar did not enter the operating room.

At the Mayo Clinic, entering the operating room to observe surgery is considered very impolite. Moreover, it's unnecessary.

A 360-degree, blind-spot-free operating field appeared on the huge screen; he sat in the chair, feeling uneasy.

Although this is a way to solve the problem, if the surgery fails, what will the project team do next?

Declare the research on radiofrequency ablation for renal hypertension a failure?

To Brock Lesnar, this is like purgatory, utterly unacceptable.

At this moment, he began to feel some regret.

The large screen was divided into four parts, different angles, and was about to show every detail of the surgery from various perspectives.

General anesthesia and disinfection completed, surgery began.

Without hesitation, the scalpel cut down.

Brock Lesnar's heart suddenly tightened, his waist faintly ached, as if this cut was not made on the patient but on himself.

There was little bleeding, after electrocautery hemostasis, blunt dissection. The tissue layers were very clear and distinct. Although not a surgeon, Brock Lesnar could still see clearly.

Just then, someone walked in.

A slight clamor arose, making Brock Lesnar irritable and distracted.

"Silence!" Brock Lesnar said angrily. His eyes never left the screen, fixed on the surgery.

"Is that Chinese doctor performing the surgery?" an elderly voice called out. As the big boss here, Brock Lesnar was thoroughly displeased; he had just demanded silence, yet someone was speaking.

Just as he was about to scold the speaker, he suddenly realized the voice was very familiar, triggering deep-seated fear in his inner mind.

It was him!

Brock Lesnar froze for a moment, then stood up. Because he rose too quickly, the wheeled chair shot backward, and he nearly fell.

"Doctor Charles, how did you come here?" Brock Lesnar forced a smile, trying to ease the awkwardness of having just scolded the elderly man.

"Watching the surgery, do you also have to watch you place stents and do interventional surgery?" Doctor Charles Moore said lightly.

His disdain for interventional surgery is deep-rooted, and everyone here knows it. Brock Lesnar's legs have begun to tremble.

His investor, the one funding him, is a medical supplies company; its parent corporation has close ties to Doctor Charles Moore.

A single word from him could make the entire project team vanish like smoke.

Brock Lesnar could no longer suppress the panic in his inner mind; his legs shook so badly he could barely stand. It's over—why did Doctor Charles come here? His lab is in the rear basic experiment building, far from here, and he has deep-rooted disdain for interventional surgery; he really shouldn't be here.

Charles Moore completely ignored Brock Lesnar, instead sitting directly in the central chair and began watching the surgery.

The surgery was quick and steady. Doctor Charles Moore merely watched silently, and even when he saw the kidney, it was just a routine surgical approach.

Even so, Doctor Charles watched with great interest.

It's not only major surgery that can showcase a surgeon's skill; even ordinary, mundane operations can display exquisite technique.

There was little bleeding, and most of the operations were blunt dissection, which causes the least harm to the patient and allows the fastest postoperative recovery.

The operator's blunt dissection was highly skilled, avoiding the vast majority of blood vessels. Only occasionally did a small capillary rupture, which was immediately coagulated by electrocautery, leaving the operating field clean.

After seeing the kidney, the operator began to dissect the surrounding connective tissue.

Brock Lesnar stood to the side, not daring to sit.

This is what he cared about most and found most puzzling. When he saw the narrowed segment of the renal artery, Doctor Charles Moore suddenly said: "Is this what you call minimally invasive interventional surgery? You've burned the viscera into a lump!"