Chapter 1094: 1067 Corrupted by the Boss

"Boss, you're absolutely amazing." Professor Rudolf Wagner said sincerely in the operating room.

"Pay attention to the surgery." Zheng Ren ignored the professor's words; he felt a bit dizzy, barely holding on.

Zheng Ren felt that after three days and nights of continuous surgery in Pengxi Township, his condition had been better than now.

From now on, the True Eye's skill must not be used casually.

Oh my goodness!

Zheng Ren suppressed the tightness in his chest, took a deep breath, continued the surgery, then inserted the guidewire and catheter into the existing stent.

After exchanging the stiff guidewire, Zheng Ren began using the balloon to dilate the true lumen of the thoracic aorta.

Professor Rudolf Wagner watched, his heart nearly jumping out of his throat.

In some spots, the patient's thoracic aortic true lumen vessel wall was already very thin; without force, the balloon couldn't be pushed up, but with force, it might rupture the entire vessel.

At this point, the operation relies entirely on the operator's feel.

When the balloon inflates, how high the pressure is and how much the vessel is lifted depend solely on the operator's moment; even if others stared blindly, they couldn't see the secret.

Professor Rudolf Wagner didn't even dare breathe, fearing any tiny movement would affect Zheng Ren's operation.

If the surgery fails, will those surgical instruments still be useful?

Performing an open-chest suture on site? That would be completely unfamiliar to the professor; he'd probably be of no help even if he tried.

As for the boss, he's also very skilled at surgery.

Although the boss has contingency plans, it's better not to need them. The professor prayed silently, hoping for success and that the boss wouldn't screw it up all at once.

Coming back with the boss, the professor had imagined a triumphant return, ready to smash Gai De·Mu Le with the hemostatic forceps.

But he encountered a patient with a surgical mishap, a complex and bizarre condition, high‑difficulty operation… even the professor secretly regretted that he must have learned bad habits from the boss during his time in China.

Such things should be avoided if possible. If this difficult surgery is botched, people will surely gossip. Who enjoys doing a TIPS procedure and then whacking Gai De·Mu Le's radial styloid with a hemostatic clamp for fun?

Really, it's definitely because he learned bad habits from the boss—seeing a patient makes him want to treat and operate, without considering anything beyond medicine.

"Pap—" Professor Rudolf Wagner was silently cursing Zheng Ren when suddenly a sharp pain shot from his left radial styloid.

Zheng Ren gripped the hemostatic forceps, cold light flashing, like a scalpel that could take a life.

"Um…" The professor stared for a moment; on the screen, the thoracic aorta had already been pushed open a channel by the balloon.

He quickly opened the sterile package of the thoracic aortic stent and handed it to Zheng Ren.

The stent slid along the guidewire, half inside the original stent, half in the true lumen of the abdominal aorta above the trunk. After it opened, Zheng Ren finally let out a breath.

Once this stent is deployed, the thoracic aorta is fine.

The farther from the heart, the lower the risk. If it ruptures, there's still time for surgery; but if the thoracic aorta bursts, one might have no more than ten seconds to live.

Then there would be a scramble; if one's energy were at its peak, it wouldn't be scary. But now, made dizzy and swollen‑headed by the True Eye, it's better to avoid extra trouble.

Once a stent is in place, the rest of the procedure goes smoothly, like laying pipe—one after another, simple and uneventful.

Professor Gai De·Mu Le watched outside, dumbfounded.

Frankly, he didn't understand the recent maneuver of pushing the balloon against the vessel lining; since that technique depends on the operator's feel, Professor Gai De·Mu Le didn't think his skill was lacking.

But as the stent‑placement procedure continued, he gradually fell into a state of confusion.

Stents placed side by side must follow certain rules; the gap between them absolutely cannot be large, otherwise a sudden 1 cm space could cause trouble in that vessel segment.

It's not a maybe—it will definitely cause problems.

However, placing stents according to imaging differs from actual practice; normally, depending on the operator's level, a gap of 0.1–0.2 cm remains.

That's only a millimeter‑scale gap, so it's not a big issue.

But Professor Gai De·Mu Le saw on the screen that the stents were flush against each other, with no gap at all—like the blue‑stone floor of a cathedral, tight and seamless, revealing superb craftsmanship.

Seeing this, he could only admit that his surgical skill was far inferior to that young doctor's.

The fact is right before his eyes, leaving Professor Gai De·Mu Le no room to deny; if he were up there, he could never deploy the stents in that flawless, gap‑free manner.

How did Rudolf Wagner find such a guy? Professor Gai De·Mu Le felt bewildered—could the legend be true? Is that young doctor really blessed with hands kissed by Heaven?

Certainly so; otherwise, not mentioning TIPS surgery, just this operation, he definitely wouldn't have performed it so perfectly.

Thinking that he had lost to hands kissed by Heaven, Professor Gai De·Mu Le felt much better.

This is divine power, a miracle—not his fault. And Rudolf Wagner? He was just lucky.

The surgery continued, stents being placed one after another; Feng Xu Hui's supply of Longwind Micro‑creation stents ran out, so they switched to Heidelberg's own Boco stents.

The brands differed, the feel differed, but the end result of inserting them was the same.

Different stent brands seemed to cause Zheng Ren no trouble; only the True Eye could bring him distress.

The surgery ended, and the final angiography began.

Perfusion of the visceral and renal arteries increased; the surgery was successful.

In the upper‑right corner of Zheng Ren's vision, the system displayed a procedure completion of 96%.

"Too low…" Zheng Ren felt helpless, withdrew the guidewire and catheter, then stepped down from the platform.

Besides his astonishment, the professor saw that Zheng Ren's brows and eyes were not calm but showed dejection and regret, so he asked, "Boss, what's wrong with you?"

Zheng Ren opened the airtight lead door, turned back, and said, "The surgery wasn't ideal; if there's a next time, our cooperation will be better and the completion rate will be a bit higher."

The professor cried.

In his view the surgery was nearly flawless, yet the boss saw flaws? It wasn't just a flaw—it was a problem.

His skill level couldn't even handle being an assistant?

Professor Rudolf Wagner pressed the femoral artery while conducting a deep self‑examination.

This won't do; if he can't even manage as an assistant, he loses his worth. His own surgical standard must still be improved, so he isn't left far behind by the boss.

The professor silently thought to himself.