Chapter 1061: 1035 This Is All an Illusion (Alliance Leader Da Bao Passing By, Extra Chapter 2)

Monitor?

Brock Lesnar was stunned.

He glanced at the patient's blood pressure, heart rate, and other vital signs displayed in the lower-right corner of the big screen; they were normal, with no change.

Hmm, the ECG was a bit different, but the change was very slight; probably the surgery still stimulated the renal sympathetic nerve, though this stimulation wasn't obvious, so there was no need to worry about it.

Wait……

What did Doctor Charles mean?

Just now, it seemed the sympathetic nerve had been clamped and cut. Brock Lesnar was in a dazed state, and only then did he react.

Impossible!

Once the renal sympathetic nerve is cut, it requires special handling. At the very least, one must deal with changes in blood pressure, heart rate, cardiac contractions, etc., and use drugs to maintain vital signs.

And now the patient's vital signs are very stable, especially stable.

Could the ECG monitor be broken?

The thought that came to Brock Lesnar's mind was the same as Doctor Charles's, just much later.

He gradually loosened his grip on Doctor Charles's hand, and his finger joints kept making creaking, sore sounds.

Suddenly, an unrelated, eerie thought popped into Brock Lesnar's mind—could emotional changes really reduce the fluid inside joint cavities?

If so, could we regulate the fluid amount in joint cavities, so we wouldn't need to inject hyaluronic acid into the knee joint anymore?

This thought appeared, then disappeared.

Brock Lesnar was angry that, at this point, he was still thinking about such things.

"Go check the monitor." Brock Lesnar told his assistant.

He himself, however, dared not leave Doctor Charles's side.

Things seem fine now, but who knows if something will happen later. Having the old man come to my lab is really a hassle.

On the big screen, the surgery was still ongoing.

The surgeon didn't know what was happening outside, merely performing the surgery steadily and precisely with a fifty-times microscope.

After cutting the "renal sympathetic nerve," he continued using microforceps to dissect the underlying connective tissue.

Because of the radiofrequency ablation, this segment of connective tissue is relatively tough, making it difficult to separate.

But it's obvious the surgeon's skill is high, and he's very familiar with the scar tissue formed by this kind of radiofrequency ablation.

A textbook-perfect dissection unfolded before everyone's eyes.

Doctor Charles's hand dropped limply, like a city conquered by enemies, its central flag snapping in the wind before being kicked down.

But he didn't go back to sit; instead, he stood in place, staring intently at the surgery's progress.

Bit by bit, he dissected and excised the scar tissue from the radiofrequency ablation, then shifted the field and began searching again from the liberated renal sympathetic nerve and its vascular accompanying segment.

A few minutes later, a fresh surgical field appeared before everyone.

What everyone had thought was the "renal sympathetic nerve" was actually just connective tissue; for some unknown reason, it extended from the nerve, closely resembling the renal sympathetic nerve that runs alongside the renal artery.

But the true nerve wasn't that thick and remained hidden beneath the scar tissue.

Watching the surgeon carefully finally free the renal sympathetic nerve, it seemed as if the huge LCD screen itself emitted a strange aura.

This can't be possible!

Whether it was all the researching doctors, the project's Big Boss Brock Lesnar, or even Doctor Charles, they all had this thought.

And this thought was especially strong in Doctor Charles's mind.

Because of his anatomical knowledge and surgical skill, he understands this better than anyone present. Even looking worldwide, plus the old man not having done surgery for decades, few surgeons would dare claim they're stronger than him.

Yet such a surgery appeared right before his eyes, alive and real. Doctor Charles wondered, how could this be? Is his vision failing?

Or is it that, after abandoning surgery for decades, his skills have leapt forward, advancing rapidly, and he can no longer keep up with the times?

No, this is all an illusion.

Although he engages in basic research, he still finds time to watch surgeries. This is a little personal hobby he's retained, and it's been that way for decades.

In recent decades, surgery hasn't fundamentally changed. Laparoscopic surgery may have some variations, but it's merely using instruments to make the wound smaller.

Doctor Charles feels laparoscopic surgery can only solve simple problems, and the operative procedure is no different from the surgery he knows.

If he were still doing clinical surgery, he would certainly be at the very peak.

Hmm, that old guy from Johns Hopkins Hospital doesn't count.

But this surgery before his eyes shattered Doctor Charles's worldview, leaving him unable to pick up the pieces, and even if he did, they wouldn't fit together.

Before the dissection ended, Professor Rudolf Wagner began scrubbing his hands.

He then put on his clothes, and with a nurse's help disinfected the femoral artery in the thigh, starting the renal artery stent procedure.

Brock Lesnar's heart leapt up to his throat.

Whether the previous surgery succeeded or failed, the sole criterion for evaluation is whether inserting the renal artery stent will still cause so many uncontrollable complications.

Soon, the professor went on stage, the sealed lead door closed. On the big screen, the stopped surgical field was switched to the interventional surgery field.

Super-selective, angiography, confirmation—a stent was deployed.

At the moment the stent expanded, Brock Lesnar felt his heart almost stop.

He struggled to stay conscious, watching the ECG monitor in the lower-right corner of the screen, where the vital signs kept changing like lively sprites.

No change,

No change,

No change!

The surgery succeeded!

The surgery actually succeeded? Is this real?

Brock Lesnar stood frozen before the big screen. Without anyone saying it, he also knew Zheng Ren's judgment was correct. It truly was the radiofrequency ablation causing the renal sympathetic nerve to fuse with the blood vessel, producing this change.

Knowing what happened would allow the Experiment's progress to be pushed forward by a large amount.

I never expected that such a thing could actually happen!

「Is it the double kidney Shou Bing? 」Charles suddenly asked, his voice hoarse, like the wind sobbing far away on the horizon.

Brock Lesnar seemed not to have heard Charles's words, but instead stared blankly at the ECG Monitor on the screen.

「How utterly rude! 」Charles's assistant scolded: 「Doctor is asking you, Brock! 」

Er...

「What did you ask? 」Brock Lesnar asked absentmindedly, completely unaware that he was speaking with Charles.