Chapter 2554: with translation of chapter title

Su Yun used the Microscope to carefully observe, learning every step of his own Boss's operation. Looking at it, it seemed not that difficult, but Su Yun knew this was the highest-end surgical method, a fusion of Interventional surgery and surgical Shou Bing.

Before, when watching his own Boss do general Shou Bing, he had doubts: is Cardiothoracic Surgery actually better than what was shown? Previously it didn't appear that good, because there was no need.

Once necessary, the Boss naturally can enhance level, and smoothly perform the Shou Bing.

Upon looking today, it indeed is so.

Su Yun felt two heavy stones in his heart: one is that the Nobel Prize call hasn't come, meaning he might not win the Nobel Prize this year; the second stone is how his own Boss's Shou Bing level is so high.

After the second stone appeared, the gloom about the Nobel Prize had already dissipated.

Not winning the Nobel Prize for a year is no big deal; there's still the future, Su Yun has confidence he will live to see the day he wins the Nobel Prize.

But why is his own Boss's Shou Bing level so high, so high that he can hardly see his shadow?

He suddenly recalled a saying: 'If the master walks, I walk; if the master hurries, I hurry; if the master runs, I run; the master rushes ahead, leaving dust behind, while I lag far behind.'

How the hell can't I catch up to him?

Under Zheng Ren's meticulous technique, the Shou Bing slowly advanced. Remove the diseased aortic valve, clear the subvalvular abscess, see the abscess erosion deep.

Su Yun didn't lament that the patient's valve infection was actually this severe; his mood was heavy, and his own Boss's figure seemed even farther away.

Zheng Ren removed the root of the affected anterior leaflet of the mitral valve and part of the aortic wall and the connected left atrial roof. The overall Shou Bing didn't lose much blood; even slightly larger Capillary bleeding was preemptively prevented by Zheng Ren.

Then Zheng Ren took autologous pericardium treated with glutaraldehyde, repaired the anterior leaflet of the mitral valve, also repaired the left atrial roof, and continued to repair the defective aortic wall.

2-0 Teflon with pledget interrupted sutures implanted a 23# Medtronic biological aortic valve. 4-0 Prolene continued suturing the autologous pericardium, enlarging the repair of the aortic root incision.

The Shou Bing was clean and neat; Zhao Yunlong's gauze had only specks of blood, the whole operation used only one piece of gauze.

Is that it? Both Zhao Yunlong and Su Yun were quite surprised.

Rewarming, opening the aortic occlusion, one 30 joule-second electric defibrillation, Zheng Ren also placed a temporary epicardial pacing lead in the right ventricle for caution, pacing the heart rate at 90 beats per minute.

Assisted circulation, after balancing temperature and volume, slowly stopped extracorporeal circulation. Removed the cardiac cannula, neutralized heparin.

"Close the chest, the Shou Bing is finished." Zheng Ren said softly.

The Shou Bing could be called perfect!

Before closing the chest, the Shou Bing completion degree had already reached 98%. Zheng Ren was not like usual, after reaching this step he turned and left the stage.

He was very curious what changes would appear when the Shou Bing completion degree reached 100%, plus the 10% Shou Bing completion degree bonus from the 'Scholar' title.

Irrigation, close the chest, twist the steel wire.

For the few people standing on the Operating table, these are things that couldn't be simpler.

Su Yun fell silent, Zhao Yunlong also fell silent, and Professor Chen standing behind Zheng Ren was even more speechless.

Zheng Lao Ban's Shou Bing actually got this good?!

It's hard to imagine someone doing heart surgery, first doing coronary angiography, and while referencing the images completing this high-difficulty Shou Bing.

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Director Yan sat in the office, he didn't go home, nor did he go to the large conference room.

He watched the lights of the Operating Room, on the computer in front of him the Surgery live broadcast was playing.

Zheng Lao Ban's mindset is really good, Director Yan thought. The Nobel Prize slipping away seemed to have no impact on him.

Should do Shou Bing, do Shou Bing; should do emergency rescue, do emergency rescue. From the Shou Bing process, there was completely no mistake, even better than Director Yan's expectation.

He recalled that pause at the beginning of the Shou Bing; originally he thought Zheng Lao Ban was uneasy in mood, this Shou Bing would fail. But he didn't expect that soon the screen switched, and it became live coronary angiography.

This is a doubt; Director Yan immediately called relevant doctors, but no one knew why a coronary angiography was needed before a second valve replacement Shou Bing.

However after watching the Surgery live broadcast, Director Yan could somewhat understand the reasoning.

Zheng Lao Ban wanted to find the Capillaries of the coronary artery branches, to avoid damage as much as possible, which is beneficial to the patient's recovery. The reasoning is easy to understand, everyone gets it, but it's too hard to actually do.

Really…… a pity.

Director Yan saw the valve replacement Shou Bing completed; in the live broadcast Zheng Lao Ban was doing irrigation, he sighed, looking out the window at the dimly lit night where the Operating Room was brightly lit.

The distance is far, the angle not ideal; faintly one can see figures moving in the Operating Room, but not knowing whether they are or aren't in the Shujian where Zheng Lao Ban is.

The Shou Bing was done this well; if there were also a Nobel Prize added, likely for the next twenty years in the domestic medical circle Zheng Lao Ban's position would be unshakable.

Thinking, Director Yan chuckled. What's wrong with me? Not winning isn't that abnormal, right? How many years did Teacher Tu Youyou take to become a Nobel Prize laureate?

Or maybe just too greedy.

Director Yan still remembers when Director Kong introduced Zheng Ren, Doctor Zheng of Hai Cheng; at that time the identity of Nobel Prize Nominee was enough to let him be parachuted into 912. His own choice back then was truly wise.

He picked up his phone, his right thumb lightly sliding on the dark screen, as if thinking about something.

After a few seconds, Director Yan opened his phone and dialed Director Kong.

"Director Kong, are you in the Operating Room?"

"Any news?"

"Hmm, I see."

After briefly understanding the situation, Director Yan hung up the phone and softly sighed.

Two and a half hours ago, aside from the winners of the Biology and Medicine prizes, all other laureates had received the call.

But in these two hours, there was no news about who won the Biology and Medicine prizes. Director Yan originally held a sliver of hope, but Director Kong said his side also had no news.

It seemed Director Kong still wanted to say something, but Director Yan was feeling a bit off, also too lazy to listen, and directly hung up the phone.

"Old Yuan, go to the conference room to receive the media, I'm feeling a bit unwell." Since Zheng Lao Ban didn't win the Nobel Prize, Director Yan also didn't want to appear, he used the landline to call Vice President Yuan.

At this point, the relevant hospital leaders hadn't gone home, just as Director Yan had guessed. They all stayed in their own offices, waiting eagerly.

To Director Yan, this was a disappointing night.

He began to slowly close the computer, already twisting the steel wire, nothing worth watching further. The patient's vital signs were stable, the Shou Bing succeeded. Zheng Lao Ban's personally done Shou Bing, success shouldn't be expected?

He chuckled, then sighed again. The Shou Bing done well, still useless; the Nobel Prize hasn't been awarded to clinical physicians for half a century. Zheng Lao Ban's such strong Shou Bing technique, the improved TIPS Surgery technique… forget it, even organ transplantation hasn't won a Nobel Prize, Zheng Lao Ban not winning is also understandable.

Director Yan closed the interface of the Surgery live broadcast, feeling a sense of loss in his heart.