Chapter 1060: with translation of chapter title

This level is fine, ah, Charles quietly watched.

The Operating Field is so familiar, if I were doing it…… he watched while imagining what he would do if he were performing the Shou Bing.

Although the approach is slightly different, it always solves the problem.

Starting from the thoracolumbar vertebra, dissecting the tissue around the renal sympathetic nerve, the anatomical structure is Clarity obvious, unhurried, moving down bit by bit, Charles felt refreshed and delighted.

Gradually downward, the sympathetic nerve begins to run alongside the renal artery, and appears near the Blood Vessel outer layer.

Dissecting the Blood Vessel outer layer, yet it does not Impact the Blood Vessel itself, only a hair's breadth away, but each time there is danger without incident, the Blood Vessel suffers no Impact at all.

Soon, the Operating Field of the Shou Bing followed the sympathetic nerve to the renal narrowed segment.

This is the key point of the entire Shou Bing.

At this point, Brock Lesnar Doctor gradually realized that Zheng Ren's diagnosis seemed correct.

No matter how much he wanted to deny it, at this point he could only reluctantly admit that the Radiofrequency ablation had indeed encountered a problem.

Unlike previous speculations, this is a surgical procedure, allowing one to clearly see the patient's physiological and anatomical structures.

If anything could convince someone, anatomy would undoubtedly be the most intuitive.

Seeing the renal sympathetic nerve plunge into the renal artery narrowed segment, Brock Lesnar Doctor's heart leapt to his throat.

It is here that the problem occurred; no wonder after placing a stent in the renal artery, the patient's blood pressure kept rising, accompanied by various heart diseases.

This proves that the renal sympathetic denervation RDN Shou Bing failed.

The renal sympathetic nerve still exists, and because the renal artery narrowed segment has relatively hard scar tissue, causing the renal artery to be expanded by the stent, the renal sympathetic nerve is compressed, resulting in all the subsequent symptoms.

Research on RDN had failed…… Brock Lesnar Doctor grew more and more disheartened as he watched.

It is no longer speculation, but a solid 'seen with one's own eyes.' This point cannot be refuted, nor can it be countered.

This is not the main issue; Brock simply couldn't understand why this situation arose.

The rest is merely whether the Shou Bing succeeds or fails, and Brock Lesnar Doctor doesn't really care about that.

He stood to the side, head down and discouraged, the light and shadow on the big screen flickering, casting on his face, uncertain.

Other doctors also gradually realized this; what was originally a splendid Shou Bing, the doctors researching RDN wished they could grab something and smash the screen to vent their frustration.

Nobody wants to fail, especially researchers.

One failure, in a sense, might mean a lifetime of effort goes to waste; whether there will be new projects and what role one might play in a new project team is uncertain.

It can be said that future prospects are bleak, extremely bleak.

Although they had many thoughts in their minds, the Shou Bing on the screen proceeded like a natural law unaffected by human will, unhurried.

A thick-looking sympathetic nerve had already been dissected free; Charles knew the Shou Bing could basically be declared successful.

Although he does not like Interventional surgery, and the doctor performing this Shou Bing is an Interventional surgery doctor, it does not affect his admiration for such a nearly perfect Shou Bing.

In Charles's view, this Shou Bing is simply a work of art, a flawless work of art!

This is a textbook classic Shou Bing; the operator's skill and technique have approached the level of his own peak period.

Charles cast an appreciative glance; when that thick-looking renal sympathetic nerve under the fifty-times Microscope was dissected free, he stood up.

«After the Shou Bing is done, let this doctor go to my Experiment to find me. » Charles Professor said: «Also, make a copy of the Shou Bing recording for me. »

Brock Lesnar Doctor nodded repeatedly, daring not to raise an objection.

As long as he can be sent away, Brock is willing to do anything.

But just as Charles was about to turn around, an abrupt change occurred.

On the screen, a black shadow fell, as if the sky were collapsing, nearly covering half the screen.

Charles stared for a moment, his body slightly tensed, he frowned and looked.

The hemostatic clamp under the fifty-times lens looked so thick, like a black dragon, roaring, it bit down on the just-dissected renal sympathetic nerve.

Eh……

Everyone present was stunned; Charles raised his hand, trembling as he pointed at the screen, one could feel the old man was furious, to the point he could not speak.

This Shou Bing was originally a flawless work of art, but because of the operator's reckless maneuver, it was all ruined!

It was all ruined! Charles was furious to the point of speechlessness.

Brock feared that Charles would have an accident in his lab; after all, the old man had a bad heart, if he died in Brock's lab, not to mention the project, he might not even be able to stay at the Mayo Clinic.

Even whether he could stay or not is no longer a matter; whether he can still stand in academia is a problem.

He hurriedly supported Charles, trying to soften his voice, but before he could speak, Charles shook off his hand forcefully.

Although the old man is old and weak, how could Brock dare to use force.

«Nonsense! » Charles said angrily; he was so furious that the veins on his forehead and the back of his hand bulged.

Brock was frightened out of his wits; the old man's blood pressure surged, this is a sign of trouble.

«Damn bastard! » Brock cursed Zheng Ren in his heart, hastily supporting Charles, afraid he would go limp and collapse into his arms.

If something happens, send him away immediately; at worst, send him to the ICU, no matter what, he must not die in my lab.

However, the next second, Charles's furious expression froze, his arm stiffened, pointing at the big screen, motionless.

Brock Lesnar Doctor's heart sank instantly.

Done for, this is a cerebral infarction…… or maybe a cerebral hemorrhage.

His hand weakly supporting Charles began to tremble; Brock Lesnar wanted to regain control, his mind racing, thinking about which department to send the Doctor to.

Must send him away, must send him away; Brock struggled to control his Tension, yet his body had unknowingly become stiff, like a puppet, unable to make any movement.

Faintly, Brock could hear the creaking of his joints, so loud, so piercing.

Charles must not be allowed to fall; I must hold him up.

A few seconds later, a sound reached Brock's ears—«Is the ECG Monitor malfunctioning? »