Chapter 1062

"Is it the Shou Bing on both kidneys?" Charles is dissatisfied with Brock Lesnar's performance.

"Yes, yes." Brock Lesnar replied hurriedly.

Charles did not leave; he returned to his seat, sat with formal demeanor, and continued to watch the Shou Bing. Although he is old, his back is still straight.

Brock Lesnar had mixed feelings. He did not want the Doctor to have an accident, yet he wanted him to leave immediately.

Who knows if he really stays, dissatisfied somewhere, whether his project team will have its funding cut off.

The old man holds contempt for interventional surgery. Damn it, how could that bunch of idiots doing cardiac interventional cause such a big problem? Brock Lesnar cursed in his heart.

This is a very vexing matter.

But there's no way; Charles has already sat down, certainly can't just chase him away like that. If that were the case, it would truly be seeking death.

The Shou Bing continues; Professor Rudolf Wagner's renal artery stent Shou Bing is extremely perfect, whether in technique, selection of position, or every tiny detail, it is so.

But the stent Shou Bing was overlooked.

The screen switched back to surgical Shou Bing; the operator had already begun flushing, after checking for no active bleeding, closed the incision.

One side done, next is the other side.

During this period, the operator and assistant need to change the patient's position, re-disinfect, lay down the sheet, and dress, so this is a rare leisurely moment.

"Brock, what is the background of the operator inside?" Charles suddenly asked.

Brock Lesnar hurriedly bent over, respectfully answered in Charles's ear: "Doctor, yes. He is Doctor Zheng Ren, nominated for the Nobel Prize in Medicine this year, and together with Rudolf Wagner of Heidelberg, improved the TIPS Surgery."

"Interventional surgery has no future." Charles said stubbornly.

Brock Lesnar's smile froze, how embarrassing, yet he couldn't refute. This kind of thing... is really stifling.

But what can he do? Absolutely nothing.

Charles being able to exchange a few words with Yan Yuese is already particularly difficult.

"I think the operator is not old." Charles asked.

Brock Lesnar immediately gestured; his assistant understood, hurriedly fetched the information on Zheng Ren and handed it to him.

"He is Chinese, 29 years old. Previously he was a surgical doctor at a small hospital in China; only because of prostate interventional embolization at the end of last year did he become known to the world." Said Brock Lesnar, who also felt a little proud.

Look, when he was a surgical doctor he was unknown; after doing interventional surgery he gained recognition, yet you can still say interventional surgery has no future?

"Hmm." Charles nodded, not overthinking the implied meaning in Brock Lesnar's words. His attention was entirely on Zheng Ren, thinking about this young fellow.

The surgical Shou Bing is done so well, how could he lack fame?

From the large demonstration classroom, seeing him dissect animal livers, Charles could judge Zheng Ren's level of surgical Shou Bing.

Coming here, using a fifty-times Microscope to perform microscopic Shou Bing, he was not bothered by this.

Charles knows that microscopic Shou Bing, each increase in certain magnification causes great disturbance to the operator; it's not that the higher the magnification the better. He would certainly need much time to adapt; he originally thought if Zheng Ren is not accustomed, he could only switch back to an ordinary Microscope.

But unexpectedly, the operator did not refuse at all, but calmly put on the fifty-times Microscope and began the Shou Bing.

As for the Shou Bing... looking back now, even if I were to go up, I would likely make a huge mistake, leading to Shou Bing failure.

Those difficult points, for this young doctor, seem not to be a problem at all. He calmly cut the easily confused spot, then found the true renal sympathetic nerve.

Such outstanding surgical Shou Bing talent and keen intuition inspire awe.

Even Charles, who is called a genius, sighs in admiration.

Truly strong, the key is his age is still so young, his future is limitless.

Suddenly, Charles remembered what he had forgotten.

"This year's Nobel Prize Nomination?" Charles asked.

"Yes, it is said that the nomination came from Mei Ha'er of the Karolinska Institute in Stockholm." Brock Lesnar replied softly.

Bent over all the time, his spine feels a little uncomfortable. But enduring the discomfort of his spine is still better than angering Charles.

Just now his own performance, he himself felt rude; now he can only do some remedial work.

Brock Lesnar persisted, staying bent over, standing extremely respectfully beside Charles to answer questions and clear doubts.

"Does he not know that the Nobel Prize discriminates against surgical Shou Bing techniques? Mehari... Mehari apparently did a consultation at the cardiac center last year; I read the report, saying life could only be sustained for less than a year." Charles began to recall.

"Yes." Brock Lesnar immediately said: "Mei Ha'er's three coronary arteries were completely blocked last year, he had reached the end of his life. But Doctor Zheng Ren happened to be in Sweden then, wanting to make an effort for the Nobel Prize."

"Then what?"

"Mei Ha'er suffered cardiac arrest, after his rescue he revived. Later, with the consent of Mei Ha'er's wife, Doctor Zheng Ren performed interventional surgery on Mei Ha'er's coronary artery."

Interventional surgery, damn it, it's interventional surgery again!

"I've seen that film; Mehari's physical condition could not withstand coronary artery bypass graft surgery." Charles recalled the situation, saying incredulously.

"Doctor, it is interventional surgery, reportedly coronary artery grinding technique. After the procedure, Mei Ha'er recovered his health and is preparing to go to China soon to find this doctor for second-stage Shou Bing." Brock Lesnar said happily.

Interventional surgery has no future?

If it truly had no future, Mei Ha'er would have been done for long ago!

Charles calmly began to think; at this moment the preparations for the Shou Bing inside are complete, the dissection Shou Bing of the contralateral kidney begins.

He no longer thinks about other things, but starts to seriously watch the Shou Bing.

On the big screen, the Shou Bing unfolds before Charles's eyes. The Shou Bing remains steady, precise, neither too fast nor too slow.

The Shou Bing procedure is monotonous, but he does not find it boring.

Dissection, finding the renal sympathetic nerve—this segment is the essence of the entire Shou Bing; Charles watched it absorbed.

Brock Lesnar noticed the Doctor's fingers twitching slightly, as if he were holding a Microscope, standing on the operating table performing the Shou Bing.

Thirty-two minutes later, the renal artery stent went in, the patient's vital signs stabilized, and the entire Shou Bing procedure was declared complete.