Chapter 1093

"There's no other way; you need to operate on your side as quickly as possible, but don't be nervous—I'll cooperate with you." Zheng Ren smiled and had already begun the femoral artery puncture.

The professor's emotions were still hard to calm; he glanced again at the distance between Zheng Renhe and the screen, finding it hard to imagine how Zheng Ren would manage to see the image on the screen soon.

"Pa~" The hemostatic forceps tapped the professor's radial styloid process.

"Focus a bit, this is an emergency surgery." Zheng Ren's smile disappeared; he said coldly while performing surgery.

Standing on the operating table, Zheng Ren was like a machine, completely devoid of emotion. The gentleness and honesty he usually showed beneath the operating table had vanished.

The professor immediately realized his boss had finished the puncture. Lowering his head, he saw sweat pouring down his own forehead—his guess was correct. In the moment he spaced out, the boss had completed the puncture and was now guiding the guidewire inside.

He hurriedly began the puncture of the right femoral artery.

The surgery officially began.

Professor Gai De· Mu Le stood outside, looking through the lead glass at the unprecedented surgical mode inside—two operators… he dazed.

Two operators—how is this surgery supposed to be done!

Moreover, the young man standing opposite Professor Rudolf Wagner appeared full of confidence, steady as the Alps.

He couldn't even see the image—where did that confidence come from? Professor Gai De· Mu Le couldn't fathom it.

Silently watching the two people in the operating room, wondering what they were communicating. Suddenly, the hemostatic forceps tapped Professor Rudolf Wagner's radial styloid process without hesitation.

Professor Gai De· Mu Le's eye corner twitched. Like a stone tossed into a pool, sending out countless ripples, the fluctuation at his eye corner spread outward in waves across his face.

This really is a teaching surgery!

Could Professor Rudolf Wagner not be angry? He has a notoriously short temper. In Professor Gai De· Mu Le's imagination, even if he himself got clipped with a forceps, he'd surely be displeased—let alone Rudolf.

Yet, he saw a scene he would never forget in his lifetime.

The once lion-like Professor Rudolf Wagner now behaved like a docile lamb, seemingly mumbling an apology before beginning the puncture.

If he hadn't witnessed it himself, Professor Gai De· Mu Le would surely not believe it was true.

Good heavens, is the Rudolf performing the surgery really the Rudolf I know? The Rudolf famed for irritability and arrogance would also act like a lamb, lowering his noble head?

The blind selection ended, and Professor Rudolf Wagner began to follow the line. The screen in the operating area lit up; Professor Gai De· Mu Le lowered his head and began to scrutinize the operation.

Guidewire position, perfect!

Whether it was Professor Rudolf Wagner or the young Chinese doctor, the blind selection was nearly flawless. If one had to point out a problem, Rudolf's blind selection seemed off by a few centimeters.

Wait, is it really that Rudolf's blind selection was off by a few centimeters, while the young doctor's blind selection was perfect?

Professor Gai De· Mu Le examined closely, hoping to find a flaw to prove his skill was actually not inferior to Rudolf's.

But as he looked at the screen, a possibility he had never considered suddenly arose—his level was actually somewhat inferior to Professor Rudolf Wagner's. As for the young doctor… he could not even compare himself to him.

This is simply unbelievable!

It must be a guess, Professor Gai De· Mu Le thought.

Besides good luck, receiving Heaven's favor and the goddess of fortune's blessing, Professor Gai De· Mu Le could think of no better reason.

While he was dazed, the surgery continued.

Soon they reached the difficult point Zheng Ren had mentioned.

Professor Rudolf Wagner was manipulating the stiff guidewire, preparing to penetrate the intimal flap between the true and false lumens.

His hand trembled slightly; this operation was crucial.

The vascular intima is tough and slippery; using a stiff needle would certainly be fine. But he was handling a 95‑cm stiff guidewire, and to pierce the intimal flap seemed, in the professor's view, an almost impossible task.

"Wrist, watch the direction." Zheng Ren said flatly: "Upward, about 15 degrees."

Professor Rudolf Wagner instinctively adjusted his wrist angle according to Zheng Ren's words, causing a barely noticeable micro‑change in the angle of the guidewire's tip 95 cm out.

Zheng Ren glanced at the screen, at the level of his left shoulder.

"Lower the wrist a bit more."

"Yes, third quadrant, 6 degrees."

"Good, right here—push!"

Professor Rudolf Wagner became a robot, entirely obeying Zheng Ren's commands.

At the instant the stiff guidewire pierced the intimal flap, a sense of breaking through space traveled along the wire. Although buffered by 95 cm, it remained remarkably clear and vivid.

His task was done, but what about the snare?

The professor's expression grew hazy; the maneuver was so subtle that, without Zheng Ren's guidance, he doubted he could succeed even after trying ten or more times.

Well, merely possible.

The greater likelihood was that he couldn't complete the maneuver at all, and the surgery would end in failure.

Professor Gai De· Mu Le stood outside, watching the stiff guidewire gradually adjust its position to a point. He couldn't say what was special about it, but it felt right.

Just a feeling—Professor Gai De· Mu Le also couldn't explain why.

The stiff guidewire went through in one thrust, directly piercing the vascular intima from the true lumen into the false lumen. At the same moment, the snare happened to be waiting right there.

With no difficulty at all, the guidewire slipped into the snare in one smooth motion.

Many doctors beside Professor Gai De· Mu Le failed to notice the difficulty, thinking it was simply to be expected.

It appeared to be mere luck, containing little technical skill.

But Professor Gai De· Mu Le knew exactly how difficult this maneuver was. The young doctor in the second‑operator position would at least have to calculate where Professor Rudolf Wagner should puncture to succeed, then manipulate the snare so it waited exactly there.

That amount of calculation… is simply too high. Professor Gai De· Mu Le, after just reviewing it, felt a bit dizzy.

Is he really that strong?

Professor Gai De· Mu Le felt a bit guilty. Earlier he had still been looking for a flaw, wanting to compare himself with Rudolf Wagner.

But after this operation, he no longer harbored that thought.

If it were him stepping up, he would surely fail to complete this maneuver—at the very least, he wouldn't find it so easy and effortless.

How could an operation that succeeds after ten attempts be the same as one that looks lucky and is completed outright?

One time is good luck, two times is good luck—could it be that the whole Shou Bing is just good luck?

That does not exist.

The only reasonable explanation is——the young doctor's Shou Bing level must be at least one geometric level higher than my own!