Chapter 487: 479 The

Xiao Aolifu watched the professor's "clumsy" operation, really wanting to go up on stage and replace him.

But this is just a dream, an unrealistic dream.

He knew he didn't have Zheng Ren's Shou Bing technique; going up there would make him even more "clumsy" than the professor.

So it could only be a beautiful thought.

"Super-selective iliac internal, go up, second branch." Zheng Ren said lightly.

"Hmm." Professor Rudolf Wagner concentrated fully, his wrist and fingers twitching slightly, almost imperceptibly.

The Microguidewire seemed to have a soul, following the large blood vessel, straight into the next-level branch blood vessel.

"Continue, go down, third branch." Zheng Ren continued to guide.

The professor's operation was a world-top-tier preliminary vascular Super-selective, which posed no difficulty for him.

A few minutes later, the preliminary vascular Super-selective ended, and the position was similar to that of the professor's Shou Bing in Modu.

Here, this is the professor's limit.

"Continue, go down, third branch blood vessel." Zheng Ren continued to say.

"Boss... Boss... can't get in here..." Just as the professor said that, his hand felt pain.

"Pa!" a light sound.

Zheng Ren held the Hemostatic Forceps in his hand and directly struck Rudolf Wagner professor's wrist.

"Ah..." The professor hadn't expected Zheng Ren to hit him with the Hemostatic Forceps; feeling pain, he tilted his head sideways and looked at Zheng Ren in surprise.

"Boss..." Professor Rudolf Wagner was puzzled.

"Hmm?" Zheng Ren also didn't understand, "Fugui'er, didn't you say to let me cut you?" Zheng Ren also didn't understand,

"..." The professor had tears streaming down his face.

Xiao Aolifu stood at the back, feeling the Lead clothing on his body as if it had become several times heavier, making even breathing difficult.

"You misunderstood the meaning of Chinese; I said don't let you learn Northeastern dialect." Zheng Ren smiled and said, "Give it a try; if it doesn't work, I'll do this Shou Bing myself."

Facing the gentle Zheng Ren, Professor Rudolf Wagner felt that the person standing beside him was a demon!

"No!" The professor instinctively shouted: "Boss, you did great; that's exactly what I meant!"

"Hmm?"

"I won't have any objections anymore; please definitely teach me how to do Shou Bing!" After saying that, the professor hurriedly focused all his energy on operating the Microguidewire, following Zheng Ren's instructions, exerting all his strength to try to get the Microguidewire into the next-level blood vessel branch.

But the previously obedient Microguidewire no longer listened to Professor Rudolf Wagner's control; after resting near the blood vessel branch, when the professor exerted force, the Microguidewire veered to the other side.

"Force isn't used like that." Zheng Ren said, "Keep the wrist fixed, don't move the middle finger, use thumb and index finger to twist. The force should be light, don't use too much strength. Uh... also not too light, just right."

The professor's hand hovered in the air, doing as Zheng Ren said.

But the Microguidewire in his hand was too hard! Even a specially made Microguidewire couldn't enter the next-level branch blood vessel, let alone this stiff thing.

Once, twice, three times...

Professor Rudolf Wagner's forehead began to sweat.

"Oliver... Xibaoer, wipe Fugui'er's sweat." Zheng Ren was very Calm; the professor's repeated failures seemed normal to him.

The professor's level, which is close to Grandmaster level, becomes especially apparent when one Enhances to Master-level.

If he can reach his level in Di Du while doing Shou Bing, that's already not bad. Moreover, he also needs luck, to be able to upgrade during the Shou Bing.

But, can he really do that?

Zheng Ren wasn't in a hurry; seeing the sweat soak through the Sterile Cap, he let Xibaoer wipe the professor's sweat.

Wiping sweat is a routine action on the Operating table.

Usually it's the circulating nurse or anesthesiologist who helps the doctor wipe sweat.

If there's no time, the surgeon will rub his head against the assistant's shoulder a few times to wipe off the sweat.

Or he can wipe the sweat off on the instrument nurse's shoulder.

But in Interventional surgery, nurses don't come in, so there's no such treatment.

Xiao Aolifu quickly asked Xie Yiren for a piece of sterile gauze: "Professor, let me wipe your sweat."

Professor Rudolf Wagner was very displeased, venting all his anger onto Xiao Aolifu.

"How many times have I told you! Call me Fugui'er!" Professor Rudolf Wagner shouted.

Xiao Aolifu was like a lamb, innocent and helpless.

"Keep it down." Zheng Ren's Hemostatic Forceps made a "pa" sound as it struck Professor Rudolf Wagner's wrist.

Although Zheng Ren's partial Skill points weren't added to Orthopedics Department, his overall Skill had increased, his technique was exquisite, and striking the professor was especially easy and natural.

Although each strike hit the same spot, it didn't cause visible external damage nor organic injury, yet it was especially painful.

The professor immediately changed his expression, gave a hehe laugh, stretched his head sideways backward, letting Xiao Aolifu wipe the sweat off his head.

"Don't Tension, take it slow." Zheng Ren was very gentle, not impatient at all, "You need to feel the hardness of the Microguidewire, then use the proper amount of force to send the Microguidewire into the blood vessel."

The professor continued operating, failing dozens of times, then trying again dozens of times.

He seemed to recall seeing Zheng Ren's operation just now, which was completely not difficult; here it goes in all at once.

Watching Zheng Ren do it takes no effort at all; but when he tries himself, it's incredibly difficult.

Xiao Aolifu, seeing Professor Rudolf Wagner so docile for the first time, stood dazedly at the back, not daring to move.

Just now Zheng Ren's action of striking the professor with the Hemostatic Forceps almost made Xiao Aolifu's eyeballs pop out.

The professor is a world-top Interventional doctor, yet he would actually be struck with Hemostatic Forceps...... Normally only the professor strikes others, like a roaring angry lion; the entire Operating Room trembles under his majesty.

Unexpectedly, in the far East, the professor actually became someone who was trained like a sheepdog.

It's simply terrifying; Xiao Aolifu felt his Lead clothing weigh a few more points.

Heidelberg University Medical Center also has some Chinese international students, but their tempers are all good, not so irritable.

Could this be the legendary Eastern way of communication?

Communication with the patient is very strange; the communication between doctors, it turns out, is like this; Xiao Aolifu seems to have gained some insight.

Yes, that's the right force; be careful not to overdistend the branch blood vessel…… Yes, just like that, don't move the middle finger, gently twist the guidewire, even more gently.

Speaking, Zheng Ren's hemostatic forceps gave a Pa— and struck Rudolf Wagner's wrist, "Talking to you, you didn't hear, be gentle!"

"All right, Boss," Professor Rudolf Wagner, who has a very good temper, replied in a clear, crisp voice.

This is standard Eastern-style communication, certainly; Xiao Aolifu stood behind, watching the microguidewire struggle to enter the next-level branch blood vessel, a smile appearing on their face.