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2559.2462 Really…… it's a pity (Alliance Leader Yanshang Cangyue extra chapter 1)

2559.2462 Really…… it's a pity (Alliance Leader Yanshang Cangyue extra chapter 1)

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Su Yun used the microscope to carefully observe, learning every step of his boss's operation. Looking at it, it seemed not that difficult, but Su Yun knew this was the highest-end surgical method that is the fusion of interventional surgery and surgery.

Before, when watching his boss do general surgery, 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 there is a need, the boss naturally can raise his level and smoothly complete the surgery.

Looking today, indeed it is so.

Su Yun felt two heavy stones weighing on his heart: one was that the Nobel Prize call hadn't come, meaning he might not win the Nobel Prize this year; the second stone was how his boss's surgical skill could be so high.

Once 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, and Su Yun has confidence he will live to see the day he wins the Nobel Prize.

But why is his boss's surgical skill so high, to the point that he can hardly see his boss's shadow?

He suddenly recalled a saying: 'If the master walks, I walk; if the master hurries, I hurry; if the master gallops, I gallop; the master rushes ahead, leaving dust behind, while I can only stare at his trailing dust.'

How the hell can I not catch up to him?

Under Zheng Ren's meticulous technique, the surgery slowly progressed. He excised the diseased aortic valve, cleared the subvalvular abscess, and saw that the abscess had eroded deeply.

Su Yun did not lament that the patient's valve infection was actually so severe; his mood was heavy, and his boss's figure seemed even farther away.

Zheng Ren removed the root of the affected anterior leaflet of the mitral valve, part of the aortic wall, and the connected atrial roof. The overall surgery did not involve much blood loss; even bleeding from slightly larger capillaries had been preemptively prevented by Zheng Ren.

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

2-0 Teflon pledget interrupted sutures were used to implant a 23# Medtronic biological aortic valve. 4-0 Prolene continuous sutures were used to suture the autologous pericardium, expanding the repair of the aortic root opening.

The surgery was clean and swift; Zhao Yunlong's gauze had only specks of blood, and the entire operation used only one piece of gauze.

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

Rewarming, opening the aortic cross-clamp, one 30 joule-second defibrillation; Zheng Ren, to be cautious, also placed a temporary epicardial pacing lead in the right ventricle, pacing the heart rate at 90 beats per minute.

After assisted circulation, balancing temperature and volume, the cardiopulmonary bypass was slowly stopped. The cardiac cannula was removed, and heparin was neutralized.

"Close the chest, the surgery is over." Zheng Ren said softly.

The surgery could be called perfect!

Before closing the chest, the surgery's completion had already reached 98%. Zheng Ren was not like usual; after reaching this point he did not turn and step down.

He was very curious what changes would occur if the surgery completion reached 100%, plus the 10% completion bonus from the 'Scholar' title.

Irrigation, closing the chest, twisting 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 silent and speechless.

Zheng Lao Ban's surgery turned out to be this good?!

It's hard to imagine that someone would perform heart surgery, first doing coronary angiography, and while referencing the images complete this highly difficult surgery.

……

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Director Yan sat in his office; he did not go home, nor did he go to the large conference room.

He watched the lights of the operating room; on the computer before him was playing the surgery live broadcast.

Zheng Lao Ban's mindset is truly good, Director Yan thought. The Nobel Prize eluding him seemed to have no effect on him.

When it's time to do surgery, do surgery; when it's time for emergency rescue, do emergency rescue. Looking at the surgical process, there were no mistakes at all, and it was even better than Director Yan had expected.

He recalled the pause at the very start of the surgery; he had thought Zheng Lao Ban was uneasy and the surgery would collapse. But he didn't expect that soon the screen switched, and it became a live coronary angiography.

This was a point of doubt; Director Yan immediately called the relevant doctors, but no one knew why a coronary angiography was needed before a second valve replacement surgery.

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 branches, to minimize damage as much as possible, which would aid the patient's recovery. The reasoning is easy to grasp; everyone understands it, but it's just too hard to achieve.

Truly…… a pity.

Seeing the valve replacement surgery completed, Director Yan saw Zheng Lao Ban in the live broadcast performing irrigation; he sighed and looked out the window at the dimly lit night, where the operating room lights shone brightly.

The distance was far, the angle not ideal; one could faintly see shadows moving in the operating room, but couldn't tell whether they were or were not in the same operating suite as Zheng Lao Ban.

The surgery was done so well; if there were also a Nobel Prize added, Zheng Lao Ban's position in the domestic medical community over the next twenty years would be unshakable.

Thinking this, Director Yan smiled. What's wrong with me? Isn't it normal not to get it? How many years did Tu Youyou Title: Teacher spend before becoming a Nobel laureate?

Or maybe I'm just too greedy.

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

He picked up his phone, his right thumb lightly sliding across 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 let out a light sigh.

More than two hours ago, aside from the winners of the Nobel Prize in Physiology or Medicine, all other laureates had received the call.

But in these two hours, there was no news about who won the Nobel Prize in Physiology or Medicine. Director Yan had held onto a sliver of hope, but Director Kong said he also had no news on his end.

It seemed Director Kong still wanted to say something, but Director Yan was feeling a bit off and couldn't be bothered to listen, so he hung up directly.

"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 show up, so he used the landline to call Vice President Yuan.

At this point, the relevant hospital leaders had not 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; he was already twisting the steel wire, and there was nothing worth watching further. The patient's vital signs were stable, the surgery succeeded. Zheng Lao Ban's personally performed surgery—shouldn't success be expected?

He smiled, then sighed again. The surgery was well done, yet it seemed useless; the Nobel Prize hasn't been awarded to a clinical doctor in over half a century. Zheng Lao Ban's strong surgical technique, the improved TIPS surgery… forget it; even organ transplantation hasn't won a Nobel Prize, so Zheng Lao Ban not getting one is understandable.

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