Chapter 1309: with translation of chapter title

Pengcheng, Development Zone People's Hospital.

Mu Tao stood beside Wu Lao, saying: "Teacher, Xinglin Yuan has an announcement; today Zheng Lao Ban will do a live broadcast to perform heart interventional surgery on Doctor Mehari."

"Huh? Is Doctor Mehari from the Karolinska Institute in Sweden?" Wu Lao pushed his reading glasses, saying lightly.

"Yes."

"How is Zheng Lao Ban's heart interventional surgery skill? The risk of the live broadcast is still great, right?" Wu Lao had some doubts, asking.

Although they are all interventional, liver intervention and blood vessel intervention are completely different from heart intervention. Heart interventional procedures, if not careful, will produce various complications, requiring drug injection, and the live broadcast also gives a different feeling to people.

Mu Tao remained silent for a few seconds, then said: "It's the best I've ever seen."

"Oh?"

At Pengxi Township Hospital, the director of the Intervention Department, Jiang, had a myocardial infarction and was too busy to notice. Zheng Lao Ban gave an early diagnosis and directly performed a Thrombectomy Shou Bing on the operating table. Mu Tao said, "At that time, equipment and supplies were insufficient; I didn't expect it to go so smoothly."

"In that case, Doctor Zheng's level in vascular interventional surgery is high; there's no need to worry." Wu Lao gave a very fair assessment.

"Teacher, this time is different." Mu Tao held his phone; the announcement on it still made him unable to believe.

"How?"

"Doctor Mehari not only wants a surgery live broadcast, but he also wants to act as an assistant."

"Oh, he's older than me, wanting to be an assistant... huh? Is Doctor Mehari going to perform the surgery, or..." As he spoke, Wu Lao got dizzy from his own winding words.

In an instant, Wu Lao still thought he had misheard.

Mu Tao quickly said: "Doctor Mehari is the patient; last December, his three coronary arteries were completely blocked, and Zheng Lao Ban performed an atherectomy on him. This time, due to a clotting mechanism issue, we need to redo thrombectomy and place another stent."

"He's the patient, yet he wants to be an assistant?" Wu Lao stared at Mu Tao in astonishment, deep wrinkles on his face, each fold seeming to shout.

That's impossible!

"Teacher, look." Mu Tao handed over his phone.

Wu Lao didn't take it; he believed Mu Tao wouldn't lie about this.

"A Few Years Ago, Old Lin from the Chinese Academy of Sciences actually guided his own doctoral student to perform radiofrequency ablation on his own heart." Wu Lao said: "It was just guidance; during the procedure, several sudden events occurred, all rescued by emergency care. Afterward, he regained consciousness and continued guiding the surgery."

Mu Tao stood with hands at his sides beside Wu Lao, listening quietly.

"But if he's to be an assistant, that's no joke! How could Doctor Zheng agree to such a request!" Wu Lao's emotions became somewhat agitated; a slight pain in his chest, Mu Tao noticed his hand just lifted, and immediately took out Nitroglycerin for him to place under the tongue.

After a few minutes, Wu Lao regained calm.

He wryly smiled: "Emotions really shouldn't fluctuate; Mu Tao, go contact Doctor Zheng and advise him. The surgery live broadcast is fine; I trust his skill. But having the patient act as assistant, the risk is too great."

"Teacher, I've already contacted his assistant." Mu Tao said: "Su Yun said that Doctor Mehari wants to study with Zheng Lao Ban the problem of turbulent blood flow in blood vessels."

"Turbulence?" Wu Lao murmured this obscure term.

His level can only vaguely sense that the guidewire moves in the blood vessel, subject to many forces' constraints and limitations, but he lacks a clear understanding of turbulence.

Mu Tao also felt helpless; his level hasn't reached that either.

"Really, am I getting old? Is Doctor Zheng's level truly that high?" Wu Lao paused for a long time, seemingly soothing his inner turmoil, murmuring.

"Teacher, the turbulence problem, I think it's unsolvable. But recalling Zheng Lao Ban's surgery, I finally realized what I had overlooked before." Mu Tao said seriously: "Zheng Lao Ban's surgery looks simple and swift, but these operations are based on his understanding of blood turbulence. Hemodynamics... this is too advanced."

"Impossible." Wu Lao said firmly: "If Doctor Zheng could solve the turbulence problem... even if he just proposed a plausible hypothesis, he'd win the Nobel Prize in Physics, with absolutely no competition."

Mu Tao gave a wry smile.

Wu Lao also fell silent.

Though that's what was said, recalling each of Zheng Ren's interventional surgery live broadcasts, they were clean and swift; the guidewire seemed to consciously avoid something, constantly making minute adjustments.

But no matter what he does, the guidewire still hits the blood vessel wall.

In the 912 broadcast it was like this; in the Mayo Clinic and Heidelberg broadcasts it was the same.

Wrong!

Recalling the interventional surgery live broadcast process, today morning's surgery, although it was a teaching surgery, was absolutely different from previous ones.

"Call up the live broadcast of this morning's teaching surgery; I'll take another look." Wu Lao said in a low voice.

"Hmm." Mu Tao hurriedly connected the projector, found the recording of this morning's teaching surgery, and the master and apprentice began to ponder.

Indeed, it's different, because the TIPS Surgery live broadcast has always focused on selecting the puncture point, so both Wu Lao and Mu Tao overlooked the step of the guidewire moving through the blood vessel.

They watched frame by frame, taking a full hour, and finally both fell silent.

Not mentioning Zheng Lao Ban, even the surgeon receiving guidance today has a considerable understanding of turbulence.

Many details show that he is consciously avoiding the effect of blood turbulence on the guidewire.

Only his technique is still a bit unfamiliar, not as proficient as Zheng Lao Ban's.

Wu Lao doesn't understand how, besides Zheng Lao Ban, anyone else could reach this level.

Mu Tao knows this must be Su Yun performing the surgery. That guy seems never to have taken it seriously, yet no matter how hard I try, he easily catches up and surpasses me without mercy.

Pengxi Xiang, the three-day-three-night surgery, not only gave Mu Tao a sense of frustration from Zheng Ren; the stronger frustration came from Su Yun!

I never expected he would have touched an unknown realm even earlier than I.

But Mu Tao never forgot that this surgery, the Su Yun who is stronger than me, is merely the person assigned to supervise the surgery.

Having researched the new TIPS surgery, that's not enough; does Zheng Lao Ban actually intend to push interventional surgery forward another step by himself?

In his view, this step is a small one.

But for all of humanity's medicine, it is absolutely a great leap!

If it can be successfully promoted, how many new procedures will emerge in just a few years? Mu Tao dares not imagine; for the medical industry, it would absolutely have a disruptive significance.

He stared at the screen, at Zheng Ren's surgery, and gradually lost himself.

Should I still make a trip to Di Du to undergo another baptism by the Hemostatic Forceps?,