Chapter 1863: with translation of title

"Bleeding?!" Chief Shao exclaimed in surprise, then pressed the intercom, "Don't step on the line, I'll go in and do Shou Bing immediately."

"Chief Shao, wait outside." Su Yun said: "Boss has already opened, Boss, have you found the aneurysm's location?"

"Brought, brought." Chief Shao was drenched in cold sweat; he originally thought there was no need to bring any aneurysm clips.

But last time Zheng Lao Ban came for a neurosurgery consultation, he directly brought a female student with a temporal head injury onto the stage and performed Shou Bing, and he began to have a mysterious confidence in Zheng Lao Ban.

Confidence cannot be accumulated or enhanced through street rumors; it must rely on contact, and only by seeing it firsthand will it arise.

"Su Yun, let Chief Shao come in." Zheng Ren's voice floated out.

"Boss, praise you! You are simply too capable, from interventional to neurosurgery, then to General Surgery Department; as long as the guidewire can reach the position, you can solve everything with Shou Bing!" Professor Rudolf Wagner took advantage of Su Yun stopping stepping on the line and said loudly.

"Fugui'er, you came late." Su Yun smiled at the professor outside the Lead glass and said, "You will be punished."

"Yun Ge'er, I don't blame you. I came rushing over despite being sideways and tilted, already fast enough!" Professor Rudolf Wagner complained.

"Boss won't care how far you live or how blocked the road is." Su Yun said: "Just now Boss said, he wants to remove your name from the Nobel Prize list."

"What the heck!" Although knowing Su Yun was joking, Professor Rudolf Wagner was still startled.

"Su Yun, don't mess around." Zheng Ren said, "Fugui'er will scrub in and go on stage; Su Yun, you come and assist me in doing the middle cerebral artery bypass."

"Boss, I am a Thoracic doctor." Su Yun turned and stepped down, tearing off the sterile gown, still arguing in his mouth.

"Just lend a hand, Zeiss's Microscope is good, you don't want to come take a look?" Zheng Ren said steadily.

Hearing Zheng Ren's tone ease somewhat, Su Yun felt relieved.

Probably no problem.

"Lao He, everything okay?" Su Yun asked.

Lao He made a V hand gesture and said: "Extracorporeal membrane oxygenation reduces the patient's cardiac burden; now the condition is much better. Zheng Lao Ban solved the problem of aneurysm bleeding, I estimate she can live."

"No need to estimate, she will definitely live." Zheng Ren said firmly.

"Boss, you say, when you do Shou Bing, can you listen to what music is played?" Su Yun turned to go scrub in, muttering as he walked.

Zheng Ren said nothing, continuing to do Shou Bing under the Microscope.

Lao He laughed; Zheng Lao Ban pretending to be deaf and dumb is still somewhat affected, but his attitude of not speaking already shows his stance.

Good Luck Come, right? Not playing this song during Shou Bing, do we have to play funeral music instead?

Good Luck Come?, when doing surgery, not playing this kind of song—do we have to play funeral music?

"Zheng Lao Ban, can you do it?" Chief Shao entered, seeing Su Yun go scrub in, he asked quietly.

"Should be no problem, just a tiny intracranial aneurysm." Zheng Ren said.

Just…… intracranial…… tiny aneurysm……

Chief Shao was speechless.

Before the rise of Interventional surgery, intracranial aneurysm Shou Bing was the watershed distinguishing whether a neurosurgeon's Shou Bing level was bragging or genuine.

A truly capable neurosurgeon's most important feat is conquering aneurysms; next comes dealing with relatively rare diseases like gliomas.

"Zheng Lao Ban, may I take a look?" Chief Shao handed the clip to the circulating nurse and asked quietly.

"Xinglin Yuan live broadcast, the Operating Field is much better than what you see here." Zheng Ren laughed: "Go get your phone to watch."

Uh…… live broadcast of aneurysm rupture, Smog Disease Bypass Surgery?

Chief Shao shuddered and immediately ran out.

Because it is a Hybrid Operating Room, there is completely no signal. The signal in the operation area is only half good outside; Chief Shao greeted, saying to call him if something came up, then ran to the Gengyishi to watch the live broadcast.

Soon Su Yun finished scrubbing, put on clothes again, and the airtight Lead door closed.

Professor Zhang Jiaoshou stood alone in the operation area, with only Feng Xu Hui and Liu Xiao Jie whispering nearby.

"Chief Zheng can do aneurysm Shou Bing; go back and remind me to prepare a few surgical clips." Feng Xu Hui said.

"How many?" Liu Xiao Jie asked in surprise.

"Hmm, estimate not many will be needed. This situation is too special; normally, Chief Zheng's Interventional surgery would just block the aneurysm, no need to cut open." Feng Xu Hui did not scold Liu Xiao Jie, just briefly explained.

Hmm, estimated it won't take much. This situation is too special; normally, Chief Zheng's interventional surgery would just block the arterial aneurysm, no need to cut open.

"Ah, didn't we just say that we need to do a middle cerebral artery bypass to treat Smog Disease?" Feng Xu Hui did not scold Liu Xiao Jie, just briefly explained.

Sigh, didn't we just say that we need to do a middle cerebral artery bypass surgery to treat Smog Disease? Feng Xu Hui didn't scold Liu Xiao Jie, he just briefly explained.

Does neurosurgery also need to venture into? Zheng Lao Ban's speed of contacting other disciplines is much faster than my own learning speed.

Is neurosurgery also something to venture into? Zheng Lao Ban's speed in contacting other disciplines is much faster than my own learning speed.

It seems the big box in front is not big enough again; maybe we need to change to a bigger box?

Professor Zhang Jiaoshou stared blankly as the aneurysm was clamped, bleeding stopped, the airtight Lead door opened, and Professor Rudolf Wagner and Liu Zewei came out.

He couldn't understand why Zheng Lao Ban could do any Shou Bing.

In the operation area, one cannot see the Shou Bing, only the patient's ECG Monitor.

Heart rate 102 beats per minute, sinus, very stable, unchanged for over thirty minutes.

Extracorporeal membrane oxygenation let the patient's fragile heart get rest; overall, the patient's condition is gradually improving.

"Old Zhang, what are you doing?" Lin Ge walked in, patted Professor Zhang Jiaoshou's shoulder and asked.

"Uh..." Professor Zhang Jiaoshou concluded.

How should I answer? Could it be that I'm saying I worship Zheng Lao Ban here?

However, Lin Ge just greeted him, with no expectation that Professor Zhang Jiaoshou would speak. Even if Professor Zhang Jiaoshou said something, he wouldn't hear it.

Lin Ge walked straight into the Operating Room: "Zheng Lao Ban, all legal documents have been signed, very smooth."

"Director Lin, the Shou Bing is also very smooth." Lao He sat on a round stool, wearing Lead clothing while looking at the various indicators of the Extracorporeal membrane oxygenation.

"It will definitely be smooth, no need to think." Lin Ge's hearty laugh mixed with the Good Luck Come song; Professor Zhang Jiaoshou heard it as somewhat grating.

"How far have we done?" Lin Ge then asked: "The drawback of neurosurgery Shou Bing is just that the operating field is too small."

"How far have you gotten?" Lin Ge asked afterwards, "The neurosurgery Shou Bing has this flaw: the operative field is too small."

"Boss is performing the temporal superficial artery branch residual end at M4 segment artery type end-to-side anastomosis." Su Yun said lightly.

Unfortunately, Lin Ge didn't understand what the M4 segment anastomosis meant.

He just smiled, and from Su Yun's tone, the Shou Bing should be almost done.

"Doctor Su, have you also studied neurosurgery Shou Bing?" Lin Ge asked.

"No, I've just watched a few Shou Bing." Su Yun seriously assisted, this is a live Shou Bing, must show off his strongest Shou Bing technique.