Chapter 2131: 2058 Applause Begins

Lao He's heart almost stopped beating.

Xie Ning couldn't understand this segment of Shou Bing, but he didn't ask Lao He either. Seeing Lao He looking tense staring at the screen, eager to try, he felt it quite funny.

I'm a layperson, just watching for the excitement.

How the Shou Bing is done, where the difficulty lies, is not important to me.

What Lao He said earlier, I basically already know; just recounting it from a professional angle will be a great help for future Negotiation.

Novel technique, live broadcast of high-difficulty Shou Bing—these are all heavy weights.

This cheap son-in-law of mine is quite capable—he even brought me a pillow when I was dozing off.

I bet they're also watching the Surgery live broadcast over there; if it succeeds, wouldn't their face turn green like a leaf?

Will the Shou Bing fail?

Xie Ning didn't know.

He doesn't understand Shou Bing, but he understands people.

At the moment Su Yun heard the news, his slightly flustered expression, in Xie Ning's view, was not panic but a hint of excitement and eagerness.

No tension, no anxiety; no worry or fear about the Shou Bing possibly failing.

Su Yun simply wanted to participate in such a Shou Bing, and then leave his name on the page of the first successful Intracardiac Intervention Surgery for congenital heart disease in Asia.

This mindset and expression, Xie Ning saw clearly.

And this anesthesiologist before us, it's said that he's called for any major surgery. He blurted out that Zheng Ren's Shou Bing would definitely be 100% successful; such absurd words, Xie Ning finds it hard to imagine coming from a professional doctor's mouth.

Like Su Yun, Lao He has never doubted whether Zheng Lao Ban would fail.

Xie Ning chuckled, not looking at the live broadcast screen.

Above, I couldn't even see the operating area; I could only see the ultrasound machine's screen following Zheng Ren's line of sight.

The chaotic image—even professionals might not necessarily understand it, let alone me.

Lao He was watching the Surgery live broadcast, while Xie Ning was gazing at Lao He with a smile.

By observing Lao He's every move, he could tell the progress of the Shou Bing.

These medical folks seem to have little scheming, which is also a good thing. Although Xie Ning was watching Lao He, he was thinking of Zheng Ren in his heart.

Better keep it simple, no need to make it so complicated for no reason.

Just Lao He's facial muscles were a bit ferocious; he was obviously tense, his right hand unconsciously feeling for something.

It seemed like medication, or perhaps changing some mode of the ventilator, or maybe adjusting the speed at which the micro-pump infuses medication.

But he had nothing at hand, and Lao He didn't notice.

Xie Ning found it interesting; this Lao He's waist was always bent, somewhat humble but not affected. It seems over the years he's always been like this, long since become second nature.

After 1′22″, Lao He seemed somewhat dazed, standing before the screen, his whole face bathed in the screen's light, colorful.

Soon, even his expression became dazed.

Xie Ning found it interesting, he observed Lao He's expression, couldn't help asking: 'Teacher He, what step of the Shou Bing have we reached?'

Lao He didn't speak; he had been deliberately bending his waist at 5°, which gradually straightened.

After 3′23″, Lao He gripped a laser pen and swung it forcefully in the air.

With such force, Xie Ning doubted whether Lao He's this guy's arm would dislocate.

'Successful?' Xie Ning asked lightly.

'Done!' Lao He instinctively turned, preparing to adjust the anesthetic drug concentration.

But only after he moved did he realize this wasn't the Operating Room, but……

Um…… what did I just do?

Zheng Lao Ban's father-in-law probably won't have any objections, right?

Really, how did I get so absorbed in watching the Shou Bing? Lao He blamed himself inwardly, quickly putting on a smile, wanting to explain something.

Seeing Lao He's embarrassed face, Xie Ning smiled slightly and said, 'Teacher He, sit down and tell me, what's going on with the Shou Bing?'

Lao He's waist bent again, 10°.

'Ning Shu, it's like this. The especially difficult parts of the Shou Bing are many; in my view, mainly it's ultrasound-guided puncture below, entering the almond-sized fetal heart, and locating the narrowed position of the Artery.'

'For Zheng Lao Ban's level, this isn't difficult at all; there will absolutely be no mistake.'

'Another key point is how much pressure the fetal heart can withstand. It's the final issue of how much pressure to give when using a balloon to dilate the narrowed Artery valve. Too little, no effect; too much, the fetal heart stops, and we must perform a cesarean to extract the fetus.'

'I've looked through many materials, but found no similar explanation.'

'When Zheng Lao Ban inflated the balloon, I felt several times the force was a bit excessive. But judging by the fetal heart's response, everything was just right.'

'Finally, the Artery valve pressure gradient dropped from 88 mmHg to 34 mmHg. Although the normal pressure gradient for a fetus at this stage should be around 22–25 mmHg, this value of 34 is still acceptable.'

Lao He babbled on about the Shou Bing's procedure, his face beaming with an expression of reverence.

'No, it's not just acceptable, it's a perfect choice!' Lao He immediately corrected himself, 'After all, the problem appeared during development, so it won't reach the same level as a normal fetus.'

Xie Ning nodded and asked, 'The Shou Bing was successful, right?'

'Hmm.' Lao He nodded firmly, 'Ning Shu, we shouldn't say successful; it should be perfect!'

Xie Ning laughed.

Perfect?

In that case, it seems we could press the price down further.

The vast blue ocean, although still just a pie in the sky, with no one performing the Shou Bing, any blue ocean is nonsense.

But Zheng Ren this kid dares to do a live-broadcast Shou Bing; there are countless meanings here.

One of them is——this Shou Bing has matured, the failure risk dropping from 50% to a hair-raising degree.

After that…… Xie Ning's smile didn't change a bit, his scheming deep; others couldn't see the slightest hint from his face.

……

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Applause sounded.

In the operating room, Hu Yan Hui removed Zheng Ren's live-stream glasses; at the moment he turned and stepped down from the stage, applause broke out without reservation.

Zheng Ren smiled, bowed slightly, and responded to the praise of many doctors at the Women and Children's Hospital.

"Boss, there was 4 ml of bleeding during the surgery." Su Yun, holding the ultrasound probe, scanned carefully and told Zheng Ren.

Lin Yuan cleared the operating table, handed the medical waste to Xie Yiren, and prepared to move the patient away.

"Zheng Lao Ban, impressive!" Director Wang gave a thumbs up and said sincerely.

"You're welcome." Although his view was just a mosaic, Zheng Ren knew this was an old director worthy of his respect.

He bowed slightly and spoke politely.

"I never expected it; from the start of anesthesia, the entire surgery took less than 20 minutes." Director Wang remarked.

"17'23"." Su Yun put away the ultrasound machine, adding.