Chapter 1900

Zhao Yunlong stood on the operating table, remaining silent.

In the 912 Hospital, among those of Inpatient Chief rank, he was the most likely to become a Team-leading Professor.

Because his surgeries were good, Zhao Yunlong could already perform elephant trunk surgery two years ago; as for the beating-heart bypass surgery, he could already complete it during his graduate studies.

But only today did Zhao Yunlong realize he still had a long way to go.

This surgery demonstrated an extremely extreme case of the Bentall procedure, its difficulty countless times greater than a ordinary Bentall.

Yet Zheng Lao Ban still appeared to complete it lightly and easily, even placing a stent in the patient while he and Su Yun searched for the bleeding point.

This was not a routine surgery; Zheng Lao Ban was in a state of doing as he pleased. As long as he wanted, nothing was impossible, Zhao Yunlong thought to himself.

Zhao Yunlong felt both moved and helpless, but seeing Su Yun bend her head, fully focused on searching for the bleeding point, he recalled that the usually talkative Su Yun had not spoken a word throughout the entire surgery.

I couldn't do it, and Su Yun couldn't either.

This was Zheng Lao Ban's domain,

This was the Surgery Room King's domain!

"I'm done on this side." Zheng Ren suddenly said.

"I'm ready to close the chest on this side." Su Yun raised her head, twisted her neck.

Her cervical vertebrae cracked.

Zheng Ren glanced at the ventilator, monitor, and echocardiogram data, saying: "No problem, close the chest."

"Boss, is there a surgery recording?" Su Yun asked.

"Probably." Zheng Ren glanced at the recording equipment on the shadowless lamp and said.

"I need to watch it twice back home, the surgery was simply too complex." Su Yun reached out, took the steel wire and forceps, preparing to close the chest. Only then did he hear the faint melody of Good Luck Come drifting in his ears.

"Lao He, you even play this lousy song abroad during surgery?" Su Yun complained.

"Hehe, Yun Ge'er, this isn't actually my fault." Lao He also relaxed, defending: "People hit middle age, and more and more new stars they haven't heard of; to stay young they still have to pretend to know them. Your hobbies, I really can't keep up with the rhythm."

"Tch." Su Yun glanced disdainfully at Lao He, thinking: whenever the boss says the latest Billboard single sounds good, Lao He will hurriedly go download it.

Not keeping up with the times, not following trends—all nonsense, all just because the boss doesn't like it.

But with the surgery turning out this way, choosing his favorite song as background music is completely normal.

This is the surgeon's right, this is the glory brought by technical superiority.

Still, technical progress is needed; Su Yun exhaled, tightening the steel wire to close the sternum while pondering, this surgery he'd need to watch at least twice to learn.

"Fugui'er, you may leave." Zheng Ren said.

"Okay." Professor Rudolf Wagner showed no annoyance at having flown halfway around the globe only to be an assistant.

The surgery completed successfully; he cheerfully responded, tore off his sterile gown, removed his lead clothing, and stepped down from the operating table.

"Boss, any post-op precautions?" Lao He asked.

"The ICU level at King's Hospital should be strong; after the surgery, no need to worry." Zheng Ren smiled: "Still, coming out to do surgery is more relaxing."

"Boss, don't forget to tell this side, see if we can invite a doctor over to perform a normothermic liver transplant." Su Yun reminded.

"Normothermic might be enough." Zheng Ren said: "Their technical barrier has only existed a few years. If we go to 912 for a normothermic liver transplant, we might soon be able to launch it ourselves."

"Not that easy; we still don't grasp the basic principle." Su Yun said.

"Huh? You don't get it after one look?" Zheng Ren lowered his gaze to the surgical area, intently watching Su Yun and Zhao Yunlong close the chest, saying: "No worries, if you don't understand, I'm still here."

"..."

If it were someone else, Su Yun's hemostatic forceps would surely have smashed his head.

But... forget it, skill inferior to others, saying anything is useless.

Under the cheerful background music of Good Luck Come, the surgery ended.

The airtight lead door opened, Zheng Ren walked out.

In the operating gallery, from Zheng Ren's angle, it was just a bunch of mosaics.

Among those mosaics, only one familiar face was so clear.

Applause sounded; Doctor Charles lightly clapped.

The sound wasn't loud, yet full of praise and anticipation. Following Doctor Charles's applause, others also began to clap.

"Doctor, greetings, we meet again." Zheng Ren extended his hand, very friendly, very enthusiastic.

"Zheng, I'm delighted to see your surgical skill has improved again. Truly a fine young fellow, you've progressed so quickly." Doctor Charles laughed.

"Not bad." Zheng Ren said.

"Any post-op expectations for the surgery?" Doctor Charles inquired.

This is also what Rudy and the others most want to know.

"The surgery went smoothly; the patient is expected to wake up in 6-7 hours post-op, and the endotracheal tube can be removed around 24 hours later.

If the nervous and motor systems have no complications, standard treatment.

Discharge possible in about two weeks post-op, needing a CTA follow-up."

"You're very confident in your surgery." Doctor Charles laughed.

"The surgery went fairly smoothly, extracorporeal circulation time was short, no thrombus formation seen in monitoring." Zheng Ren said: "Post-op review, consider the ascending aortic arch and aortic arch artificial vessel blood flow smooth, the stent 'elephant trunk' segment of the descending aortic aneurysm completely disappeared, aortic wall structure restored. At the distal end of the stent 'elephant trunk', the true lumen of the descending aorta is noticeably enlarged compared to pre-op, the false lumen shrunken."

"Can you now confirm the post-op imaging?" Dr. Lina muttered behind Doctor Charles. At this moment, he could only mutter: "Skill inferior to others, what's there to say."

"Hmm." Zheng Ren felt nothing, a bunch of mosaics talking, he needn't take it too seriously: "The surgery was done reassuringly, the probable post-op situation can be inferred. Of course, this is based on King's Hospital having sufficient ICU strength. I think, for King's Hospital, this shouldn't be a problem."

Rudy, Gai De, and the ICU doctors didn't stay in the operating gallery, but entered the operating room, began lifting the patient off the table.

"Zheng, are the surgical instruments I gave you still easy to use?" Doctor Charles asked with a smile.

"Excellent; at first some instruments were hard to adapt to, but after getting used, I increasingly felt the benefits of this set. This is the best gift I've received, without equal." Zheng Ren said.

"I'm glad these young folks could meet you." Doctor Charles said: "The operating table is their best home. Zheng, I believe you can lead them to conquer one high-difficulty surgery after another."