Chapter 231: 0226 Licking the Screen (3/3)

He went back on stage, but Shen Boshi's position had already been taken by Su Yun.

"Sorry, the upcoming operation is more difficult; I'll use my assistant, which I'm more accustomed to." Zheng Ren said politely, but after only explaining that one sentence, he continued the operation.

"My assistant," this remark left Shen Boshi even more bewildered.

Director Kong seemingly never has a fixed assistant, so how does this young doctor have his own assistant?

Shen Boshi stepped down gloomily, standing helplessly in the operating room, occasionally glancing furtively at Director Kong, afraid he would get angry and loudly scold him.

After a few minutes, Director Kong never looked at Shen Boshi, focusing entirely on Zheng Ren and Su Yun performing the operation. Shen Boshi grew increasingly worried.

Could this be the calm before the storm?

"Come over and take a good look." Just then, Director Kong suddenly said.

"..." Shen Boshi froze for a moment; this wasn't Director Kong's style.

I've made a big mistake today; shouldn't I be getting a stern scolding? Yet Director Kong not only didn't scold me, but had me come over to watch the operation closely?

What's going on?

"Don't be dissatisfied." Director Kong, rare in his gentle demeanor, asked, "Do you know who this assistant is?"

"Assistant?" Isn't he just a good-looking guy who looks like a woman? Could he be the son of some big boss?

"I don't know." Shen Boshi dared not voice his inner thoughts directly, answering honestly.

"Two years ago, he performed a heart transplant on a lab mouse and published the paper in *The Lancet*." Director Kong said.

"What?!" Upon hearing the name *The Lancet*, Shen Boshi was shocked.

To graduate with my doctorate, I must publish a paper on SCI. Actually doing a project and getting published is not easy; otherwise, I could only buy an SCI paper.

Just thinking about buying a higher-tier paper costing at least fifty thousand yuan made Shen Boshi's heart ache.

And that effeminate guy actually published a paper in *The Lancet* two years ago?

A single *The Lancet* paper, if you factor in its impact factor, could let how many people graduate smoothly?

"What are they doing?" Director Kong sat sprawled in front of the operating room screen, eyes fixed tightly on the display.

"What are they doing?" Shen Boshi only then came to his senses, carefully examining the image on the screen.

The thrombolysis had some effect, but not very noticeable; on the imaging system the contrast agent had moved forward less than 1 cm.

What are they doing? What else could they do at this point?

No, why is the microcatheter so thick? Could my eyes be playing tricks? Shen Boshi rubbed his glasses and involuntarily leaned forward.

"You don't understand?" Director Kong's words became markedly harsher.

Shen Boshi's heart gave a twinge; not being able to do it might be forgivable, but if he couldn't even understand what he was seeing... Director Kong would probably kick him out of the operating room any second.

Sweat burst forth on his forehead, and a chill ran down Shen Boshi's back, as if a knife were pressed to his neck.

"Is this a thick catheter?" After a few seconds Shen Boshi finally figured it out.

"What is he using the thick catheter for?" Subsequently, Shen Boshi was startled by his own thought and blurted out the question.

"Look for yourself!" Director Kong, dissatisfied with Shen Boshi, spoke ever more coarsely.

Shen Boshi had already been crying, his inner self scarred deeply.

How the hell would I know what they're doing with a thick catheter inside such a tiny blood vessel!

But he didn't dare say that to Director Kong; as long as he retained a shred of sanity, he didn't want to be refuted to death.

On the screen, the thick catheter advanced slowly, each step cautious. Gradually, the blood vessel filled up.

The vessel's endothelium would surely be damaged; if the vessel were squeezed open, there would be bleeding.

Although not fatal, the patient would inevitably develop a local hematoma; severe cases could see the hematoma travel via the ophthalmic artery to form below the eye socket, compressing intracranial nerves.

What meaning could there be in Director Kong letting me watch this dangerous operation?

Countless thoughts raced through his mind; being able to earn a doctorate under Director Kong already made him a standout among peers. With such exceptional memory, otherwise he wouldn't have carved a bloody path through thousands of troops.

He recalled every book he had read, every surgery he had seen.

Yet none of those surgeries matched the procedure before him.

He couldn't understand; instinctively he moved closer to the screen, as if that would let him see more carefully.

The distance grew near, but his heart felt farther away.

The thick catheter trudged difficultly through the tiny artery, very cautious yet especially resolute, with not even a hint of wanting to stop.

Is this a suicide mission?

Surely not; if it were suicidal, why wouldn't Director Kong stop it?

Shen Boshi immediately began recalling the entire course of the surgery, only to discover with astonishment that he had missed the segment after the thrombolysis.

During that time, what exactly were they doing? Why insert a thick catheter?

After asking himself several times, Shen Boshi grew agitated, instinctively moving forward a few centimeters, staring fixedly at the screen, at the thick catheter slowly advancing in the anterior segment of the ophthalmic artery.

"Hyaluronic acid macromolecules are clogging it; using a microcatheter to aspirate lacks sufficient force and can't draw them out. So we're trying a thick catheter, hoping it will work." Director Kong, knowing Shen Boshi didn't understand, explained.

Uh...

"Aspirate?" Using a thick catheter to suck out the hyaluronic acid macromolecules blocking the ophthalmic artery?

That idea was too bizarre; Shen Boshi froze instantly, hands braced on the operating table, staring blankly at the screen.

Although the thick catheter's advance was slow, the distance wasn't long; after a few minutes it finally approached the blocked segment of the ophthalmic artery.

Immediately, the thick catheter halted its advance; in the operating room, Zheng Ren held the catheter steady. Su Yun attached an open syringe to the thick catheter and began aspirating.

The resistance was great; Su Yun's hand struggled to move the syringe.

Everyone's hearts were lifted.

Three hours had already passed; this attempt was practically the last chance for Lin JiaoJiao's right eye to regain sight.

It must succeed! Director Kong's hands had somehow clenched into fists, his palms drenched in sweat.

Shen Boshi was also very tense; after Director Kong's explanation, he managed to 'connect' the surgical process. Frankly, he did not approve of Zheng Ren's current maneuver.

But after thinking it over, it seemed that Zheng Ren's operation was the only feasible plan.

It has to succeed! Shen Boshi began to feel Tension, his hands braced on the table, and his eyes moved forward a bit.

"You go into the screen." Director Kong's cold voice came from behind Shen Boshi.

Only then did Shen Boshi realize that his face was almost touching the screen.

Is this fucking licking the screen?

This really is licking the screen…

At the same time, the sound of a phone camera went off. The little nurse next to him didn't understand Shou Bing, but found Shen Boshi's pose interesting, so she took a picture.

"Hey, Brother Shen, your screen‑licking pose is really cool!"

Shen Boshi shuddered at Director Kong's scolding, completely missed the little nurse's teasing, and immediately straightened up.

At the instant his gaze left the screen, there seemed to be a tiny change in the eye artery inside the screen, and it twitched!!

Director Kong couldn't tell either; he lifted his head and saw Su Yun had already put down the 50ml syringe, and began connecting the high-pressure syringe to the thick catheter.

Did it succeed?

Maybe.

Now we have to see the effect of the angiography.