Chapter 395: with translation of chapter title

What are you saying? Dean Ren grimly asked.

Seeing Dean Ren's usually gentle face change dramatically, the short fat guy was about to explain when Professor Rudolf Wagner unhappily said: "Operating Room, so many people have squeezed in, how did you manage your sterile work room?"

After saying that, Professor Rudolf Wagner had already laid out the sheet, turned back and said: "Boss, I've punctured."

"Okay." Zheng Ren didn't notice the crowd flooding into the Operating Room; he was still looking at the patient's liver Nuclear Magnetic Resonance diffusion image, mentally simulating the Shou Bing.

"Fugui'er, remind me to angle the needle left 15° when inserting." Zheng Ren instructed, then went to scrub his hands.

"Okay." Professor Rudolf Wagner responded, then his gaze turned sharp, glaring at Dean Ren and the others.

His gaze like a blade, under the Professor Rudolf Wagner's piercing stare, seeing him hold a puncture sheath, Dean Ren gave an embarrassed chuckle twice before finally leaving the Operating Room.

Fugui'er... this kind of name is actually Professor Rudolf Wagner's Chinese name? Which bastard gave the Professor such a name!

He also didn't expect that TIPS Surgery would involve Professor Rudolf Wagner participating. But Director Zhang Guang Zhi didn't say he was requesting a doctor from City First Hospital?

What's up with Professor Rudolf Wagner? And that little doctor actually resembles Professor Rudolf Wagner, standing before the viewer, looking at the images in a pretentious way. Professor Rudolf Wagner seems like the little doctor, seriously disinfecting and laying out the sheet.

In this, the strong contrast left Dean Ren confused and bewildered.

But Professor Rudolf Wagner's sharp gaze and his firm tone when speaking to me made Dean Ren feel as if he were in the Operating Room of Heidelberg University's Medical Center.

Dean Ren's heart was in turmoil, his thoughts racing wildly.

"Dean, when I watched the Shou Bing at City First Hospital, Doctor Zheng was the surgeon and Professor Rudolf Wagner was the assistant." Dean Zhang leaned close to Dean Ren's ear and whispered.

""

This world is simply too crazy, Dean Ren remained silent. That scene was too beautiful, he couldn't believe it.

"Just finished a TIPS Surgery, the Shou Bing went smoothly, the puncture needle succeeded in one try. The surgeon was indeed Doctor Zheng from City First Hospital, and Professor Rudolf Wagner was the assistant."

""

Dean Ren continued to remain silent.

The second Shou Bing began, and Cheng Lixue, ignoring Dean Ren's presence, struggled to squeeze a spot in front of the screen, staring intently.

The puncture succeeded, the guidewire entered from the jugular Vein; these are all routine.

Although it was done very smoothly, that's all there is to it.

The key step is the Puncture Needle going from the hepatic Vein to an intrahepatic portal vein branch; this is a blind puncture, with a success rate so low it's horrifying.

Cheng Lixue understands this, and it's also what he's most curious about and most wants to comprehend.

How on earth is he going to do it?

Soon, the puncture kit was sent in.

Cheng Lixue's eyes widened, unblinking, staring. One try and it succeeded? Must be sheer luck.

This time, it definitely won't work.

Cheng Lixue himself doesn't know why he hopes this Shou Bing will encounter a problem; after decades in medicine, basic medical ethics still remain.

Perhaps the hospital has recently been troubled by factionalism; whenever he sees a young doctor, he inexplicably feels irritable.

Before, one could say that these young doctors, aside from being bold and energetic, couldn't do anything. But now, that young doctor at City First Hospital, appearing to be only twenty-seven or twenty-eight and quite ordinary in appearance, can perform a TIPS Surgery that I myself cannot.

In the future, how should one say such things?

Self-denial? Make room for the young?

Impossible, that doesn't exist.

The entire operating room was unusually silent; those who could understand the Shou Bing held their breath, waiting for the most crucial step of the TIPS Surgery. Meanwhile, those who couldn't understand the Shou Bing remained silent as cicadas in winter due to the presence of the two top leaders, Dean Ren and Dean Zhang.

Even though many wanted to flatter, at this moment no one dared to speak; everyone knew that disturbing Dean Ren while he observed the Shou Bing would be like flattery that lands on the horse's hoof.

Through the Lead glass, Zheng Ren and Professor Rudolf Wagner seemed to be discussing something. The position of the Puncture Needle shifted slightly, then was fixed.

It turns out they aren't skilled either; Cheng Lixue smirked, as if he had already won a battle.

If they were skilled, who would discuss during the Shou Bing?

But his smugness didn't last long; about twenty seconds later, the image showed the stent advancing along the guidewire.

Was this a success?

Given Cheng Lixue's level, he couldn't possibly tell. His level is decent, but limited to interventional treatment of liver cancer; he hasn't even learned radiofrequency ablation, a mature Technique widely used clinically, let alone TIPS Surgery, hailed as the pearl on the crown of interventional procedures.

It definitely won't work... it definitely won't work... Cheng Lixue murmured silently to himself.

He was destined to be disappointed.

The stent entered, expanded, and connected the hepatic Vein with the intrahepatic portal vein branch.

This time, Cheng Lixue witnessed the entire procedure with his own eyes.

How it succeeded, Cheng Lixue had no idea. Not to mention him, even Dean Ren, who never gave up on his practice, couldn't understand it.

At this moment, Dean Ren finally felt his age.

This world belongs to the young, just like that young doctor at City First Hospital.

TIPS Surgery, such a high-difficulty procedure, actually succeeded with a single puncture—no wonder Professor Rudolf Wagner of Heidelberg University rushed over to China, eager to assist him.

In today's terms, this is called exchange learning; in the old saying, Professor Rudolf Wagner is learning the craft.

Even if it weren't called Fugui'er, even if it were called Wangcai, what difference would it make? After learning it back, even an ordinary doctor could transform into a world‑top professor.

This little doctor... is just a tiny lotus bud showing its tip.

In a daze, another recoverable stent was lowered in.

"Old Zhang, is this stent to prevent hepatic encephalopathy?" Dean Ren's emotions calmed down, and he no longer addressed him directly.

"Yes, Dean Ren." Dean Zhang said with a smile: "Generally we dare not place a second recoverable stent, because when retrieving it, there's a high chance of causing bleeding."

Dean Zhang didn't beat around the bush either, playing coy with the leaders—do they really expect the leaders to rush over to flatter them? That's just asking for death.

"At City First Hospital, Chief Zheng has performed two TIPS Surgeries. One of them was an emergency hemostasis procedure. Both surgeries used recoverable stents, and one has already been successfully removed; the patient should be discharged today."

"Amazing!" Dean Ren praised.

"Yeah, so while you were in the meeting, I just decided to bring him over to do the surgery." Dean Zhang said: "People like this, I'm afraid I'll miss them—once they soar, you'll never be able to summon them again."

"How much per unit?"

"5000, a few impoverished patients, the family takes 2000, the institute subsidizes 3000." Dean Zhang said.

"Nonsense!" Dean Ren frowned, looking through the Lead glass at the busy Zheng Ren and Professor Rudolf Wagner inside, and said: "You're either slapping the professor's face, or slapping our own face!"