Chapter 212: 0207 That day, that night, that person (4/5)

0207 That day, that night, that person (4/5)

Mu Tao was stunned for a moment, but then realized; having finished his own surgery, the focus would surely be on the doctor who hadn't finished surgery yet.

In the demonstration room, the projected view showed the screen opposite the surgery; the guidewire was undergoing Super-selective catheterization, and the technique looked extremely skilled.

This technique…… looks very familiar.

Mu Tao felt a bit dazed, went over to Wu Lao's side, and accidentally bumped his knee against the chair, making him grimace in pain.

"How old are you, still so fidgety and careless?" Wu Lao glanced at him and whispered a reprimand.

Mu Tao seemed not to have heard, watching the surgery before him, feeling surprised. Could it be that the professors weren't watching the surgery, but were all watching the Surgery Livestream Room at Xinglin Yuan?

"Sit down and watch properly." Wu Lao continued watching the broadcast, speaking softly.

Mu Tao knew Wu Lao very well; from his tone, Mu Tao realized the teacher was on the verge of losing his temper.

When Wu Lao was young, he had a bad temper, but as he aged he learned to control himself, and now he rarely loses his temper.

He quickly sat down, not daring to provoke the teacher, lest he suffer.

"Teacher, are we watching the Xinglin Yuan livestream?" Mu Tao asked softly.

"What livestream? This is the surgery being performed." Wu Lao said.

"……" Mu Tao stared for a moment, then looked closely.

The images grew more familiar; Mu Tao tried to recall, and after a few seconds he slapped his thigh—this wasn't that night, the video of the self‑styled "Boss" from a remote city in Hai Cheng, a small doctor whom he had seen on CT?

"What the hell!" Wu Lao was startled and shouted.

"Teacher, I know this person." Mu Tao quickly said, soothing the teacher's anger.

"Professor Pei introduced him; of course I know him."

"No, I saw him that night when I went to do 3D reconstruction, in the 64‑slice CT room."

"Huh?" Wu Lao became interested.

"At the time he was just looking at the images; I didn't see him doing reconstruction."

"He surely did it afterward; every vessel he super‑selected had purpose and was accurate." Wu Lao said calmly: "And that's not the point; the point is he used some method to differentiate liver cirrhosis nodules from small liver cancer nodules."

Mu Tao remained silent.

That day, that night, that image.

Impossible!

That's absolutely impossible!

Mu Tao suddenly felt dazed.

CT 3D reconstruction is still possible for large solid tumors.

But the image I saw that night showed the liver diffusely dotted with countless cirrhosis nodules and suspicious tissue resembling tumors and nodular changes.

Those suspicious tiny nodules—with 64‑slice 3D reconstruction a single sweep passes over them; how could one retrograde‑trace the vessels, let alone distinguish benign from malignant nodules?

This isn't a joke, is it? Reconstructing everything? The workload would be enormous. And selecting suspicious lesion nodules? In Mu Tao's view, there are over a hundred that look suspicious; reconstructing them would also be quite difficult.

Even if it were him, he might not finish it in two days.

But Mu Tao soon saw that several lesion points had been successfully embolized.

The perfection of the embolization was not that of an average doctor merely spraying iodized oil throughout the liver; it was exquisite, embolizing each lesion individually to the utmost degree.

He fell silent.

His earlier pride and smugness now looked utterly ignorant.

Hai Cheng, that little place—when did it acquire such a formidable interventional doctor?

Wu Lao, he's practically an academician‑level senior professor, one of the earliest in the country to get into interventional radiology. Even his own teacher, Wu Haishi, shouldn't be at this level—so who is performing the surgery?

That guy who can't even remember his own face, with rock‑bottom emotional intelligence, who calls himself "Boss"—that little doctor?

Impossible, absolutely impossible!

Mu Tao's spirits sank; the gap before and after was huge, impossible to bridge.

After angiography, the eight abnormal images appeared, each one embolized in turn—delicate and exquisite, like an artist completing a masterpiece.

When the last tiny nodule‑like tumor had been embolized, the operator performed another angiogram; the whole liver showed no abnormal images.

In the demonstration room, there was an uproar of applause; the senior professors lavished praise and applause, all directed at the operator in the video.

Amazing! After coming to his senses, Mu Tao joined in the applause.

"I think we should let him perform the surgery." Wu Lao spoke first.

The others all voiced their agreement.

Mu Tao felt a bit depressed, but he could see the reasoning.

Although that young doctor works more slowly, he managed to do what I couldn't; no matter how fast I work, it's still not enough.

It seems that, after pushing my surgical speed to the limit, I still need to slow down—that's the right approach, Mu Tao thought.

"Just watching one surgery? Wouldn't that be hasty?" Jin Yao Wu's voice came from behind.

He had just finished his selected patient, and only saw the final angiography step.

When everyone agreed to choose this operator as the executor of the research surgery, Jin Yao Wu was the first to raise doubts.

"Yao Wu, come sit." Professor Pei patted the chair beside him and said.

Jin Yao Wu strode over to Professor Pei's side; his earlier courage and indignation had vanished under the professors' odd glances, the closer he got the more nervous he became, his head lowering, not daring to meet Professor Pei's gaze.

"Yao Wu, this is the operator's seventh surgery." Professor Pei said calmly.

"……" Jin Yao Wu froze.

Not only him, but Mu Tao also froze.

Seventh surgery? In the time it takes me to do three surgeries, that person has already done seven.

This sounds like an Arabian night tale.

Mu Tao's psychological preparation, which he had just finished, instantly collapsed again.

Their Shou Bing isn't slow, but rather fast and accurate...

How come I've never heard of such a person before?

Could they have just popped out of a crack in some stone?

"The remaining Shou Bing must be completed carefully; there absolutely cannot be any responsibility issues." said an old professor solemnly, "Give me a copy of the Shou Bing recording; I'll watch it again when I go back."

Having found the person they were looking for, the professors present didn't disperse but instead whispered among themselves.

Although the operator they selected lost in the competition, it's not a matter of gaining face. But their attention is clearly not here; the operator's ability to accurately distinguish the benign or malignant nature of small liver nodules attracts their attention even more.

"Let's study it more when we go back." Wu Lao lingered, taking a glance at the final angiographic image in the video, and said lightly.

"Teacher, do you think his technique is like the one in the Xinglin Yuan video?" Mu Tao lowered his voice and asked softly.

"Somewhat similar, but it probably isn't that operator's." Wu Lao pondered, then said: "Doctor Zheng's operation in Hai Cheng gives me a slightly raw feeling; some details aren't handled particularly well. However, just like you, he has mastered the 64-slice 3D reconstruction technique, and he has gone further than you."

After hearing Wu Lao's analysis, Mu Tao suddenly understood.

This is a brand-new technique; the early adopters have their advantage, but I have a better platform and a higher-level Teacher, so my future must certainly be better than that of Zheng Lao Ban, right?

"Is Zheng Ren here?" Just as Mu Tao was about to leave, an elderly voice came from the doorway.