Chapter 1092: with translation of chapter title

Operating the stiff guidewire through the intimal flap between the true and false lumens—this operation demands extreme precision; isn't that still not difficult?

Moreover, this is not the most difficult part; Professors Rudolf Wagner and Gai De·Mu Le both know that the final step—using a balloon to expand the weak vessel wall—is the most difficult step; a slight oversight would cause vessel wall rupture, leading to patient death.

The professor felt it was unbelievable, yet he was full of confidence in Zheng Ren. This confidence was cultivated by one successful surgery after another, not by blind obedience.

"Boss, I…… might find it difficult to operate the stiff guidewire through the intimal flap and locate the snare." The professor said without hiding anything.

The professor knew his own level well; after working with Zheng Ren for a long time, there was no need to hide it. He thought that Zheng Ren, the boss, probably understood it even better than he did.

"No problem; when the time comes, I will operate the snare to match your operation." Zheng Ren already had a complete plan, with a solution and countermeasure for each difficulty.

"My God, this is pure fantasy!" Gai De·Mu Le professor exclaimed exaggeratedly: "Such an operation exists only in imagination!"

"Gai De, do you still want to learn TIPS surgery?" Professor Rudolf Wagner said coldly.

Professor Gai De·Mu Le was instantly silenced.

Learning the new technique pioneered by Rudolf? If there were any other possibility, Professor Gai De·Mu Le would not want to study under this tyrant before him.

However, the TIPS procedure for portal hypertension is the crown jewel of interventional surgery, touted as the most difficult operation in the interventional discipline, not even conquered by the Mayo Clinic.

Professor Gai De·Mu Le had tried the new technique but made no progress. That is why he invited Professor Rudolf Wagner back to perform several TIPS procedures so he could learn from them.

Though not explicitly said, once learned, one would never again be able to hold one's head up in front of that rash, detestable fellow Rudolf.

But if he did not learn, others would, and his academic standing would plummet. Thus Professor Gai De·Mu Le was torn, and finally he reluctantly agreed.

Although he had made the decision, he always felt uneasy inside, wanting to find evidence that Rudolf and that young Chinese doctor were merely coincidental.

As for his actual level, it is not higher than mine.

Yes, even in imagination, Professor Gai De·Mu Le dare not say his level is higher than Professor Rudolf Wagner's, and vice versa.

At this moment, after being snapped at by Professor Rudolf Wagner, Professor Gai De·Mu Le fell silent.

Zheng Ren mentioned two difficult points; an average person would hardly understand what he was saying. But Professor Gai De·Mu Le had already fully outlined the entire surgical procedure.

One cannot but say that this young Chinese doctor's creative ideas about surgery are truly astonishing.

Yet those two difficult points he mentioned are so hard to overcome. In Professor Gai De·Mu Le's view, the possibility of failure for this surgery is extremely high, almost impossible to accomplish.

Really, how could that rash fellow Rudolf agree to perform such a procedure? Professor Gai De·Mu Le was somewhat surprised.

However, he said nothing, merely standing to the side, using silence as a form of protest.

"Any other problems?" Zheng Ren asked in a low voice.

His head still felt uncomfortable, with dizziness, headache, and nausea, but Zheng Ren forcibly endured it without showing it.

The surgery was about to begin; his sympathetic nervous system was excited, dopamine secreted in large amounts, ATP high-energy phosphate bonds were breaking and releasing energy. With the energy supply, Zheng Ren felt somewhat refreshed.

"Boss, no, I will work hard." Professor Rudolf Wagner replied immediately, like a loyal and devoted Templar knight.

"Go disinfect." Zheng Ren said.

Professor Gai De·Mu Le then saw the usually unruly, show-off‑loving Professor Rudolf Wagner go to scrub his hands and disinfect.

The entire operating room fell silent; everyone watched the professor making preoperative preparations, looking bewildered.

Truly strange—could he have been possessed by a devil? Professor Gai De·Mu Le was utterly astonished.

Going up to perform the surgery is no big deal; this operation is of a rescue nature, and even if the patient died, one could easily blame the doctor who made the surgical mistake at the community hospital.

But how could he go up on stage to disinfect! That is purely the sort of task a junior doctor would do.

According to Professor Gai De·Mu Le's thinking, in the past Rudolf would stand below, watching little Oliver disinfect and lay out the drapes, until the vascular sheath was placed, only then would he leisurely scrub his hands and go up on stage.

As for the surgery time, who would care.

But now…… the young Chinese doctor instead remained in the operating area like an old doctor, while Rudolf dutifully performed the tasks little Oliver used to do—disinfecting and laying out sterile drapes.

Truly strange, thought Professor Gai De·Mu Le.

"Right!"

Zheng Ren suddenly thought of something and called out to Feng Xu Hui: 'Little Feng, you didn't bring the relevant equipment, did you?'

Feng Xu Hui had come to the hospital together with the professor earlier, and happened to encounter this patient; he hid in a corner and had not spoken. Hearing Zheng Ren call him, he limped over, somewhat timidly asking: 'Any special ones? I brought a set of ordinary embolization devices and stents.'

Zheng Ren glanced at him; Feng Xu Hui looked bewildered, obviously not understanding what he and the professor were saying. His mouth slightly open, his teeth very white.

"Enough, there definitely is no snare, so we will use……"

"I also brought a snare." Feng Xu Hui felt a bit awkward, unsure whether interrupting Zheng Ren's words was appropriate.

"Huh? The snare is a rarely used consumable; can Feng Xu Hui's trolley case hold all that stuff?"

Zheng Ren opened the case, examined each consumable in turn, stood up, and patted Feng Xu Hui on the shoulder.

In an instant, Feng Xu Hui felt that all his hardships along the way were worth it.

Changfeng's domestic guidewire is somewhat stiff; normally it cannot compare to imported guidewires. But in this situation, a slightly stiffer guidewire actually operates better.

Zheng Ren never expected that Feng Xu Hui would actually carry many interventional consumables on his person, even patches for valvular heart disease.

No wonder his trolley case is so large and heavy. Opportunity favors the prepared—this saying is truly true.

"Boss, hands scrubbed." Soon Professor Rudolf Wagner shouted.

Zheng Ren turned to put on the lead gown, scrub his hands, and go up on stage.

At that moment, Professor Rudolf Wagner standing on the operating table and Professor Gai De·Mu Le in the operating area simultaneously realized there was a problem that neither had noticed before.

The operator standing on the left side cannot see the image on the screen!

Good heavens, is he preparing to operate blind? Professor Gai De·Mu Le's inner shock was beyond compare.

Or is he just joking?

The screen is on Zheng Ren's left; if he turns his head, he will see the screen's image at an extremely narrow angle.

The image seen at that angle is essentially different from a head‑on view; although not pure blind operation, it is hardly any different from blind operation.

"Boss, can you do it?" Professor Rudolf Wagner asked in surprise.

Although the professor had already developed a feeling of blind obedience toward Zheng Ren, when faced with such a bizarre surgical posture he still could not help but ask.