Chapter 1059

The renal artery stenosis was very obvious, the connective tissue adhesions were severe, and Brock Lesnar knew this was a complication after radiofrequency ablation.

It wasn't Doctor Charles Moore nitpicking; rather, this radiofrequency ablation was indeed poorly done due to some unknown reason.

It was just a radiofrequency ablation of the renal sympathetic nerves; why would it cause renal artery stenosis? Brock Lesnar has never figured out the reason.

Of course, things that can't be figured out can be considered accidental occurrences.

But Doctor Charles raised a question, and that became troublesome.

Brock Lesnar wanted to explain, but he wasn't sure how to put it. Should he say... forget it, the more he explained the worse it got; it might be better to stay silent.

From the perspective of basic knowledge and anatomical skill, Brock Lesnar knew he was vastly superior to ordinary doctors, but in front of Doctor Charles, he was found lacking.

Afraid of being scolded, the Doctor made a phone call and had his project team disbanded.

He was confused; his project had nothing to do with Doctor Charles Moore, so why did he come here to observe the surgery? This was simply a terrible day, couldn't be worse.

On the big screen, the surgery finally slowed down.

Unlike the initial bold dissection and cutting, the operator greeted briefly, and the nurse put a microscope on him.

If Doctor Charles hadn't come, Brock Lesnar would surely have rushed into the operating room to ask what was happening.

Why use a microscope? This kind of surgery doesn't need such equipment at all!

But now, Brock Lesnar could only suppress his Inner Mind anxiety and doubts, enduring while watching the surgery.

"Why is there no field of view under the microscope?" Doctor Charles Moore suddenly asked.

"Doctor Charles, the microscope was brought by the operator himself; it's an old model and can't transmit a signal." Brock explained.

"Tell the operator to pause the surgery temporarily." Doctor Charles said: "My cabinet has the latest model microscope; Mai Ke, go get it."

Doctor Charles's assistant immediately turned and trotted away.

Brock Lesnar also hurried into the operating room, saying: "Doctor Zheng, please pause the surgery."

Zheng Ren raised his head in puzzlement, looking at Brock Lesnar with a bewildered expression.

"Doctor Charles is observing the surgery; he wants to see the field of view under the microscope." Brock said.

"Who is Doctor Charles?" Zheng Ren asked while lowering his head, preparing to resume the surgery. In his view, who watches the surgery is irrelevant.

"Boss, that's the old man who just did the dissection with you." Su Yun said: "He was once a doctor at the pinnacle of surgical practice, later engaged in basic research, and won the Nobel Prize in Physiology or Medicine for the nucleic acid project."

Zheng Ren's hand paused for a moment, hesitated for a second, then he stopped the surgery.

Having taken the Nobel Prize, Zheng Ren didn't really grasp it, but the earlier exchange seemed to have brought an Enhancement to his surgical skill.

Zheng Ren held great respect for that old man.

Since he said it, waiting a few Minute seemed fine as well.

The Operating Field was covered with a warm saline gauze, and Brock Lesnar whispered: "Doctor Zheng, why did renal artery stenosis occur?"

"The radiofrequency frequency is wrong." Zheng Ren said: "That's what caused the renal artery stenosis."

"..." Brock Lesnar was stunned, then angry, about to retort and condemn this young doctor who fundamentally denied his hard work, but then he remembered Doctor Charles was still outside.

These words must absolutely not be heard by Doctor Charles, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable.

He sheepishly wanted to exchange a few words, but couldn't organize his language; moreover, because of Zheng Ren's words just now, his heart was full of anger toward Zheng Ren.

Soon, Doctor Charles's assistant ran back and handed the surgical microscope to the nurse.

They connected the signal, debugged it, and then the nurse put it on Zheng Ren.

The fifty-times microscope had a clarity that was countless times stronger than the ordinary model Zheng Ren had bought from the system.

Looking at the view through the lens, Zheng Ren sighed.

To adapt to this microscope, he seemingly still needed to spend a certain amount of Surgical Training Time.

Different instruments cause different Impacts on the operator. The microscope is equivalent to the operator's eyes, which is as important as the hands; without spending time to get used to and adapt, it's impossible.

But the difficulty exceeded Zheng Ren's expectations.

He actually "wasted" twenty-eight hours of Surgical Training Time before Zheng Ren could be said to have mastered how to apply Professor Charles's fifty-times microscope.

This is already considered fast; if replaced by a doctor with slightly lower skill, he might never be able to perform surgery with such a high-magnification microscope in his lifetime.

After twenty-eight consecutive hours of training, still microsurgery, Zheng Ren's brain vestibular nerve has overheated; he now really wants to rest a bit.

But after all the hard work, there is also a benefit——the Shou Bing completion degree from 98% Enhancement to 100%. That is to say, using this high-magnification Microscope, if the skill level can adapt, the Shou Bing can be brought to perfection.

Although for Zheng Ren, twenty-eight hours have passed, like a change of seas and fields; but in reality, Brock Lesnar has just turned around, preparing to leave. Su Yun is still curiously looking at the fifty-times magnification Microscope, wondering whether it can be used to help connect the heart's small Artery.

Shou Bing begins again.

The full-screen playback on the big screen of the Shou Bing process is the Operating Field under the Microscope.

The thick renal Artery is ruddy on one side, and the white fibrous strands look like some PVC pipes.

The usually familiar anatomical structure, under this magnification of the Microscope, completely changes appearance.

Charles also is somewhat curious; this magnification Microscope, although it can be an Enhancement to the quality of the Shou Bing, whether the operator can use it is another matter.

If it can, then it proves that this operator's Shou Bing level is already high, able to reach their current level.

But absolutely cannot compare with their past self; Charles is very confident about this.

Their past Shou Bing is the best in the world, without equal! All the way up to now, and even the foreseeable future, are like that.

Shou Bing continues.

Under the fifty-times magnification Microscope, all anatomical structures are enlarged. A tiny movement of the forceps may possibly move the entire Operating Field.

However, the microscopic hemostatic forceps still steadily appear in the microscopic Operating Field; each step of the operation is Clarity and clear, still is Blunt Dissection, movements gentle, Shou Bing damage almost none.

This is simply too unimaginable, Charles looking and looking also becomes bewildered.

This kind of Shou Bing, one definitely cannot do it now. After all, already a person over seventy years old, both hands cannot maintain this Stability.

But when one was young, could they do it?