Chapter 2653: with translation of title line (the Chinese title given)

2554.2457 99% progress bar (Alliance Leader quietly watches flowers bloom and fall, extra chapter 4)

Tangxiu felt he was as annoying as a fly, waved his hand, wanting to drive him away.

Wei Feng also didn't continue explaining; he calmly stood at the ward door observing everything, occasionally taking out his phone to refresh the Nobel Prize official website.

Once the website releases the most authoritative information, I will definitely rush over at First Time, asking that hypocritical guy what he's thinking!

Wei Feng sneered.

Fake is fake; no matter how realistic you make it, it's still fake—it can't become real!

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Zheng Ren frowned at the film; communication with the patient's authorized signatory doesn't need him to do. What he needs to complete is an extremely high-difficulty surgery.

Heart surgery itself is difficult; plus it's a reoperation, normal anatomical structure is gone, local adhesions and organization are severe, everything must be adapted on the fly.

Moreover, the patient's valve infection has lasted a long time, the abscess has deepened into the left atrial roof and aortic wall, further increasing the difficulty.

Going to the System Operating Room for training, after doing dozens of surgeries, the success rate is only about 80%.

No matter how meticulous, there always ends up being some kind of problem; especially the position where the abscess erodes the aortic wall—if not careful, it will cause aortic rupture and bleeding.

Because it's too close to the left atrium, a stent also cannot completely block it; Gao Shaojie's suggestion can only be used as temporary emergency—if the rupture range is too large, even if sutured, after the patient's heart resumes beating it will bleed again, causing death.

If the Nobel Prize task could be completed, that would be great; Zheng Ren helplessly looks at the system task, at the task reward, feeling some longing.

As for the 99% progress bar, it remains as steady as a rock; the last bit of progress doesn't budge—why is it so hard to move even a little? Zheng Ren muttered to himself.

If surgery isn't done, the vegetation on the patient's aortic valve will soon detach and embolize into the blood vessels of the brain and other vital organs.

Zheng Ren has already confirmed this in surgical training.

Surgery must not only be done, but done immediately; once the vegetation detaches, even if this girl survives, she will spend the rest of her life paralyzed.

Fortunately, the Fame Under Heaven fourth-stage task gave Zheng Ren a vast amount of surgical training time, allowing him to train in the System Operating Room without worry.

But the master-level cardiothoracic surgery skill is still somewhat insufficient; Zheng Ren finds that no matter how many times he does it, when dissecting the aortic wall abscess there is always a certain probability of problems.

He can only pin his hopes on Luck Value; Zheng Ren finally thought helplessly.

"Boss, the patient is already on the table." Su Yun put down his phone and said beside Zheng Ren.

"Let's go." Zheng Ren took the film from the viewer, put it into the film bag, and strode out carrying the bag.

Passing the Xinglin Yuan lawyer, he asked: "Have you all signed?"

"The entrusted party still has doubts; we are explaining." The Xinglin Yuan lawyer was explaining to the middle-aged woman, he said helplessly.

Zheng Ren nodded: "Pre-op signatures are all done, right?"

"Signed." Su Yun said.

This middle-aged woman is the shop owner's wife of the patient's store, and she is quite responsible; Zheng Ren speaks highly of her. In Hai Cheng, he has experienced many times a group of relatives and friends bringing patients to the hospital, but as soon as surgery consent is mentioned, they all disappear.

Those patients' conditions cannot even be compared to this preoperative valve replacement patient before us, yet the shop owner where the patient works signs without hesitation—one cannot deny that people are still different.

Her hesitation about the surgery live broadcast is understandable; Zheng Ren doesn't mind this.

"Boss, have you received the call?" Su Yun asked.

Zheng Ren shook his head.

Su Yun lowered his head and lightly sighed; the black hair on his forehead weakly swayed. He couldn't figure out why he still hasn't received the call.

In all previous predictions, Su Yun felt the chance of winning the award was quite high. But facts are facts—no news at all, likely the chance is very low.

Even if he cannot obtain the Nobel Prize, the surgery still needs to be done.

No need to consider other things; even if the surgery fails, he still has a prepared fund on hand, can fully compensate the patient, digesting a major medical dispute invisibly.

Thinking of this, Su Yun smiled helplessly.

Performing surgery, especially this life-or-death surgery, still requires the medical team to prepare funds to digest the consequences of surgical failure—how absurd this is, that's how absurd it is.

But if they don't attempt the surgery, the patient will certainly die.

Forget it, people always have to bow before life; unable to change the world, just do the little things at hand well.

Just the Nobel Prize... it's really a pity; next time he meets Ke Li, he will surely scold him badly, Su Yun thought.

While rushing to the operating room, Su Yun took out his phone; several people have left him messages, the winners of certain awards have already been decided.

The boss still hasn't received the call; the possibility of obtaining the Nobel Prize is already nearly zero.

Everyone came to the operating room, changed clothes as quickly as possible, entered the Hybrid Operating Room.

"How are the preparations?" Zheng Ren asked.

To the tune of Good Luck Come, Lao He was checking the extracorporeal circulation machine; he turned his head and gave a slight nod.

"Scrub hands, open the table!" Zheng Ren said solemnly.

Professor Chen of cardiothoracic glanced at Zhao Yunlong; Zhao Yunlong said: "I'll go up."

He quickly followed behind Zheng Ren, running to scrub his hands.

Xie Yiren already stood at the instrument table, began lightly tapping instruments with the circulating nurse; amidst the busyness yet orderly, to save a life, everyone is working selflessly.

A ringtone sounded in his hand; Su Yun startled. It's his own phone; he now hates the Nobel Prize phone notification segment. These days he's been hoping for the call, to the point of developing some allergic symptoms.

What era is this—sending an email won't do? Must make a phone call! That bunch of unprogressive old fogies!

Tradition—this is bullshit tradition, completely unaware of keeping up with the times.

Su Yun muttered inwardly, then answered the phone.

"Has the consignor agreed?"

"She wants to look, let her look; it's fine, the lawyer has an account, right?"

"Okay, let Xiao Hu hurry up and come; the boss's side is preparing to open the table."

After saying that, Su Yun hung up, put the phone on the operating table, and glanced at Lin Ge.

Lin Ge nodded slightly nervously, indicating he understood. Su Yun let out a long sigh, turned to go scrub his hands.

The patient assumes a supine position, Zhao Yunlong begins disinfection and lays the first sterile drape, Zheng Ren directly puts on his clothes and lays the second sterile drape.

The situation is urgent; saving a bit of time is gaining a bit of time.

After the drapes are laid, Zheng Ren stands in the surgeon's position, Su Yun stands in the first assistant's position; Zhao Yunlong then acts as the second assistant, Hu Yan Hui puts the live-stream eye on Zheng Ren, after adjusting extends thumb, and cheers Zheng Ren on.

The airtight lead door closes slowly, and the Shou Bing begins.