Chapter 1164: 1134 Is this something a person would do?

1134 Is this something a person would do?

912, Head of Vascular Department Mao Chi watched the surgery of placing a thoracic aortic stent using double guidewire operation, as if drunk and enamored.

As for the microguidewire super-selective operation part, he didn't bother with it, and it had nothing to do with the Vascular Department.

But the thoracic aortic stent surgery is a procedure of the Vascular Department; the surgeon's performance was clean and swift. The surgery itself isn't actually difficult, but the surgeon's technique is extremely meticulous, with every minute detail showing a level that can be called outstanding.

The phone ring rang, interrupting Mao Chi's train of thought.

"Put the phone away!" Mao Chi shouted angrily; that sudden flash of inspiration being cut off was a very unpleasant thing.

Trying to recall it again, I no longer know when it happened.

He turned his head and saw Inpatient Chief Su Tianci. Mao Chi glared at Su Tianci fiercely and snapped, "Have you even watched the surgery? This is a teaching session; with your phone on, who gave you the guts?"

Su Tianci didn't dare to talk back; he sheepishly put away his phone, but after thinking, he still came to Mao Chi's side and whispered, "Director, Zheng Lao Ban has returned to Hai Cheng."

"I don't care who goes where; you now... huh? Who are you talking about?" Mao Chi finally realized what Su Tianci was saying and asked strangely.

"Zheng Lao Ban, Wang Liang said he returned to Hai Cheng last night and just performed a thrombectomy for a clone-like disease combined with superior mesenteric vein thrombosis." Su Tianci whispered.

Mao Chi's expression was somewhat strange.

Superior mesenteric vein thrombosis? That's quite rare. As for the thrombectomy, the difficulty can vary. … How did Zheng Lao Ban perform the surgery in Hai Cheng? If it were at 912, I'd love to just take a glance.

"Sigh." Mao Chi let out a sigh.

"Director, what's wrong?" Su Tianci asked.

"If only the surgery could be done here, going to Observation Platform would always be good." Mao Chi said with some regret.

"Um, I and Wang Liang requested the surgery video." Su Zong didn't mention the previous phone call; explaining now seemed like slapping the director in the face.

Just state the matter, no explanation.

"Pa~" Mao Chi's slap landed on Su Tianci's arm, startling him: "You have the video but don't hurry to play it, dawdling here!"

Su Tianci gave a wry smile; this isn't reporting to you, is it? Today the director knows not what evil he's committed, he watched a thoracic aortic stent surgery dozens of times, and still had everyone share their reflections.

Is that something a person would do? Reflections? Let's talk after a split personality.

Really, he didn't dare complain, hurriedly used his phone to receive the video. Data consumption was flying fast, a bit painful.

The surgery appeared on the projection screen.

Because it was recorded in the operating room, the preceding puncture steps were omitted; it went straight to angiography.

Portal vein puncture; angiography showed the patient had several locations of thrombosis in the superior mesenteric vein.

Performing this surgery is very difficult; Mao Chi's brows furrowed.

He imagined himself in the surgeon's position, lamenting the difficulty of this surgery.

Clots, the fresher the better to remove.

But it also directly relates to clot size; like the patient's clots before us, Mao Chi is confident he could remove the larger ones, while the smaller clots could not be removed at all.

However, it won't leave a major impact; as long as a catheter is placed for thrombolysis, after 24-48 hours the indwelling thrombolytic drug tube can be removed.

The surgery should be done this way, Mao Chi confirmed in his mind.

But the surgeon's level is indeed excellent. The surgery wasn't fast, yet very steady; the thrombectomy device entered directly and without hesitation pulled out a large clot.

Mao Chi nodded; if it were me, I should be fine too. Hmm, should be fine!

He thought that way, but a voice deep inside told him that if he were to do the surgery, he would definitely not be able to cleanly and swiftly remove the large clot.

At least he'd need to try three… no, probably around five times.

The surgery continued, still unhurried, steady to the point of making one's hair stand on end.

Several large clots were removed in succession; the surgery was about to end, Mao Chi thought. Next should be catheter thrombolysis, though I don't know what the surgeon is using…

Just as he thought that, Mao Chi saw the thrombectomy device enter the patient's superior mesenteric vein again.

After 12 seconds, a small clot was retrieved.

It was the same as before; it appeared completely unaffected by the clot's size on the surgeon's operation.

As the small clot was completely extracted, Mao Chi's body stiffened. He understood the operation, yet also didn't understand it.

The reason he understood it is because the intention of the operation is simple, just like before: lower the thrombectomy device and extract the clot.

And the reason he didn't understand it is because the surgeon's intention is too simple, yet the operation is extremely difficult. To even think of extracting such a small clot? The difficulty is not ordinary.

Even if Mao Chi refuses to admit it, he now has to face reality—this thrombectomy maneuver, he cannot perform.

It's rather frightening, and I don't know how high Zheng Lao Ban's success rate is in using the thrombectomy device to extract such small clots.

A hundred percent success? That's impossible. What the image shows and what the naked eye sees differ essentially. Every vascular loop and blood flow speed inside the vessel will greatly affect thrombectomy.

But Zheng Lao Ban's level is truly high; it seems I should find an opportunity to get close to him upon his return, Mao Chi thought.

His body seemed a bit softer, wanting to change posture to look. Being older, staying in one posture for a long time makes the waist uncomfortable.

But before he could move, the thrombectomy device again coldly entered the superior mesenteric vein. The tortuous vein gave the surgeon no confusion; the device, under minute operations, constantly changed direction, seemingly not touching the vessel wall, advancing straight to a tiny clot.

The thrombectomy device opened, clamped the clot, and withdrew it.

The whole process was extremely simple; Mao Chi stared, mouth agape.

Once might be luck, but what about twice? There are still more than ten small clots ahead; can the surgeon extract them all without mistake?

Heaven knows!

But after seeing this operation, Mao Chi's heart harbored a notion he himself could hardly believe.

He should be able to extract all the clots without any mishap.

The surgery continued; the demonstration room was quiet.

The surgeon's operation is very simple, with nothing hard to understand; they are textbook-standard, classic and basic maneuvers.

Yet saying that, among the many doctors performing it, none dare claim they could extract clots as smoothly as the surgeon. Even the largest few clots require several attempts.

Trying several more times might succeed. But the fresher the clot, the softer it is; if the force is off even slightly, it will immediately crumble.

Manipulating a thrombectomy device tens of centimeters long is completely different from manual surgical operation. The less trauma the patient suffers, the greater the surgical difficulty becomes.

This surgery performed, truly fucking inhuman, Su Tianci thought.