Chapter 2856: 2762.2652 Directly Open Peerless

2762.2652 Directly Open Peerless

Move the patient to the hybrid operating room; upon seeing the fluoroscopic image, Professor Yang's earlier thought that today's luck was good vanished completely.

In the image, the guidewire for some reason is tangled with the stent, even tied in a square knot—damn……

Really fucking… saw a ghost! Professor Yang stared blankly at the image on the screen, his head slowly lowering, and with a 'bang' he hit the table of the operating console.

That guidewire, like an electrical conduit, sucked out all of Professor Yang's essence and spirit, leaving not a drop.

It wasn't just that the guidewire was simply tangled with the stent; Professor Yang merely tugged lightly on the guidewire two or three times, and the stent already became deformed.

Forcibly removing it now would very likely… just thinking about those serious complications made Professor Yang's head ache terribly.

In his view, the only option was to cut open and remove the stent; there was no other possible maneuver here.

"Professor Yang?" The anesthesiologist saw that Professor Yang's overall condition was extremely off, and he called out softly.

"Please call Zheng Lao Ban for me." Professor Yang, not yet completely dazed, said, "Whether it's an open surgery or an interventional procedure, calling Zheng Lao Ban can only help, never hurt."

Just a moment ago, he was joking with the anesthesiologist, saying that if an uncontrollable situation arose, they should call Zheng Lao Ban to come save the day.

But he never expected that day to come so quickly.

No choice; he had to resort to his last move—summoning Zheng Lao Ban.

"Oh, oh!" The anesthesiologist quickly replied twice, picked up his phone, and asked, "Zheng Lao Ban's phone number……"

"138……" Professor Yang reported a phone number extremely familiar to him. The anesthesiologist was impressed—he couldn't even remember his own wife's number, yet Professor Yang could rattle off Zheng Lao Ban's number off the top of his head.

One must be very familiar, must pay close attention! No wonder he just went straight to Open Peerless—no need to even think about it.

"Zheng Lao Ban, this is anesthesiologist Xiao Fang." The anesthesiologist said, "Professor Yang, there's a bit of a problem here; please come up and take a look."

"Yes, yes, the big external operating room, the innermost hybrid suite."

"Thank you for your trouble."

The anesthesiologist hung up the phone, while dialing another number and comforting Professor Yang: "Professor Yang, Zheng Lao Ban is at home and said he'll be right here. Don't worry, don't worry."

After countless rescues and saves, Zheng Lao Ban seemed to have become a symbol of victory; whenever he appeared, nobody had ever been disappointed.

Professor Yang slightly perked up and asked, "Who are you calling?"

"Lao He." The anesthesiologist said, "Zheng Lao Ban specially instructed."

"Lao He, hybrid operating room, Zheng Lao Ban asked me to call you." He said it very simply, even overly so.

But after he finished speaking, that phone had already hung up.

"It's fine, it's fine, Professor Yang." The anesthesiologist comforted him in two sentences, saying, "I'll go in to watch the patient; Zheng Lao Ban will be here shortly."

The airtight lead door opened, and the anesthesiologist hurried inside. Professor Yang was in terrible shape—just moments ago he had been full of vigor, preparing to finish the surgery, but then an abnormal change occurred, and in an instant he fell from cloud nine to the abyss.

Really damn it!

"Professor Yang, what's wrong with you?" Lao He rushed over, meanwhile taking a USB drive from the pocket of his isolation gown's upper garment and asking.

"Performing endoscopic ultrasound-guided drainage of a pancreatic pseudocyst, the guidewire and stent got tangled up like a twisted braid." Professor Yang said helplessly.

Lao He glanced at the image, then patted Professor Yang on the shoulder, inserted the USB drive, and selected a song.

The operating room began to reverberate with the background music of Good Luck Come.

The song sounded a bit rustic, yet it was very celebratory. This festive vibe intertwined with Professor Yang's inner turmoil, leaving him slightly dazed.

The surgery had a leak—is it really appropriate to play this song? It doesn't seem bad; I suppose I'm just lacking a little luck. If my luck were truly good, how could I have gone straight to Open Peerless?

"Brother Yang, are you practicing Iron Head Technique?" Su Yun's voice came from behind, muffled through three layers of masks.

"Uh……"

"Holy shit, awesome!" Su Yun glanced at the image and exclaimed in astonishment, "How did the guidewire get tangled with the stent? It's so tight, you couldn't even do it on purpose!"

"Brother Yang, is this the endoscopic ultrasound-guided pancreatic pseudocyst drainage you just performed?" Zheng Ren asked in a low voice.

"Mm." Professor Yang stood up, feeling embarrassed and not knowing what to say.

"It's fine." Zheng Ren rested his arms on his shoulders, chin in hand, looking at the image and said, "Guidewire-stent tangling is rare, but it has happened before. Mayo has a team sponsored by Lanke wanting to uncover the relationship, but so far no related reports have emerged."

"……" Professor Yang paused, wondering, "Anyone still researching this thing?"

"Boss, what should we do?" Su Yun made a couple of jokes; after the blow, Professor Yang's mood oddly improved a bit, then he turned serious, looking at the image and asked, "Should we retrieve it via interventional means or go straight to laparoscopic surgery?"

"Hmm, let's try to retrieve it first." Zheng Ren paused for a few seconds, as if thinking, then said lightly, "Just put in another stent afterward and it'll be done."

"Zheng… Lao Ban, can it be taken out?"

"No problem." Zheng Ren gave a slight smile, casually patted Professor Yang's shoulder, and said, "You didn't yank the guidewire hard; you were very careful—excellent."

"Uh…… is this praising me?" Professor Yang was a bit puzzled.

The surgery was botched, yet he was still praised—just because he didn't cause bigger trouble? Sigh, Zheng Lao Ban is really fair-minded.

"Are you going up?" Zheng Ren asked.

"Lao Gao will do." Su Yun turned to ask Gao Shaojie.

Gao Shaojie smiled and said nothing. Whoever goes up to surgery is decided by Zheng Lao Ban; there's no need for me to speak up.

"Or I'll go up." Zheng Ren said, "Brother Yang, rest assured—it's just a few minutes of work."

Having said that, Zheng Ren went to scrub his hands.

Professor Yang paused for a moment; hearing Zheng Lao Ban confidently say that the problem could be solved in just a few minutes, and the constantly playing Good Luck Come stimulating his eardrums, he felt somewhat dazed.

"Brother Yang, don't worry." Su Yun smiled and said, "You don't do interventional work, so seeing this might make you nervous. It's fine—the boss is already on stage; it's just a few minutes of work."

"Xiao Su, you're not joking, are you?" Professor Yang asked softly, trying to keep his voice steady and avoid trembling.

"What's there to joke about such a small matter? It's just that the stent is deformed and stuck in the cyst wall—no big deal." Su Yun laughed and asked, "Xiao Feng, Brother Yang used a 24mm dual-channel metallic stent, apparently from Lanke; do you have one?"

"Yes." Feng Xu Hui opened his rolling case and, with practiced ease, took out a stent.

This movement was extremely proficient, as if he had done it countless times before.