Chapter 591: 582 This is a teaching surgery!

582 This is a teaching surgery!

Done? That fast?

Dean Qi showed no change in expression, glanced at the clock—surgery time 28 minutes.

How could it be so fast? Could it really be academic fraud? Dean Qi summoned the office director and whispered two sentences.

The office director quickly found the director of the Information Center to start downloading the surgery process, then prepared to send an email.

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United States, Minnesota, Rochester, Mayo Clinic headquarters, around eight p. m.

Mu Tao sat quietly in the lab; opposite him was a senior Chinese-American Doctor, Wu Chuntian.

Wu Chuntian, a rather rustic name. Doctor Wu was among those who went abroad in the 1980s and eventually stayed at Mayo Clinic as a tenured professor there.

He is a relative of Wu Haishi and Wu Lao, and they get along well; Wu Haishi sent Mu Tao to Mayo Clinic for further study through Wu Chuntian's connections.

In the United States, academic physicians have a title evaluation system similar to that in China—assistant professor, associate professor, and tenured professor; the process is roughly the same, involving teaching, number of papers, and paper quality.

Academic titles are granted by the medical school; leaving that school invalidates the title.

That's why American doctors prefer to be called "Doctor" rather than "Professor" or "Director."

Doctor is eternal; everything else is just a temporary stage in life.

But Mu Tao knows that if Wu Chuntian could, he would never leave Mayo Clinic for his whole life.

Nobody wants to leave here; Mayo Clinic is the holy land of the medical world.

They wait in silence, awaiting the signal transmission from their homeland across the ocean.

On the desk lay the latest issue of The New England Journal of Medicine, opened to the page about TIPS surgery.

Mu Tao's mind was foggy; the article said the number of punctures in TIPS surgery was unbelievable.

Recalling the surgery broadcast in the surgery livestream room, although Teacher Wu didn't believe it, Mu Tao was certain it was real.

Could the Apricot Grove Garden Surgery Live Broadcast Room have been set up by that doctor named Zheng Ren?

Who it is doesn't matter; what matters is that Mu Tao felt an unbridgeable distance in this.

TIPS surgery—know that this is TIPS surgery!

A successful puncture is the dream of countless interventional department doctors.

My teacher Wu Haishi couldn't achieve it, Mayo Clinic couldn't either, yet that somewhat honest, simple little doctor made it real?

This doesn't exist!

Mu Tao felt indignant but said nothing, just sat quietly, eyes fixed on the magazine on the desk—first author: Zheng Ren, second author: RudolfG. Wagner.

Professor Rudolf G. Wagner, a top scholar in the field, Mu Tao knows.

He also knows the gap between first and second authors in a paper.

Is it really true that the young doctor who perfectly completed prostate interventional embolism in the capital has grown to this extent?

It's simply unbelievable.

The computer chimed with an incoming email; Wu Chuntian immediately "sprang" up, his fastest fingers opening the email.

Sure enough, the email contained a surgery video.

The video wasn't large; it finished downloading quickly.

The lab air seemed to solidify; several Mayo Clinic tenured professors stared at the computer screen, watching the video, unwilling to miss a single frame.

In the surgery video, Mu Tao really saw that young figure.

He first appeared in a corner of the video, beside him stood a tall German.

The person disinfecting and laying the surgical drape on the operating table looked not young; he was very serious, meticulous.

This is an authorized recording, from the patient stepping onto the operating table, full-process filming. Unlike the Apricot Grove Garden surgery livestream room, which only shows the operating field.

So Mu Tao saw more information than the surgery livestream room.

Soon Professor Rudolf Wagner left the operating room, that young figure he would never forget took the assistant's position.

Turns out he can't do it himself, only can be an assistant; Mu Tao felt relieved.

But the surgeon personally disinfects while the assistant stands idly to one side… forget it, such details aren't worth probing.

The video progressed frame by frame: venous catheter placement, guidewire and catheter entering. In Mu Tao's view, Gao Shaojie's technique was indeed good, but not enough—absolutely not world‑class.

Mu Tao objectively analyzed that his own level is no lower than, and possibly higher than, the operator in the video.

Actually it's just that, but Mu Tao still watched the video seriously, waiting for the final puncture moment.

The puncture kit entered; the position on the image… Mu Tao couldn't quite understand.

Here is just one of many possible puncture points; why did they choose this one?

The puncture kit stopped moving; it looked like they were about to puncture.

Suddenly, in the surgery video, the young assistant's hand holding the hemostatic forceps twitched, striking the operator's wrist.

A gasp rose from the Mayo Clinic interventional lab.

How familiar this scene is.

Mu Tao's heart surged with shock.

This isn't an assistant—this damn thing is a teaching surgery!

Only during a teaching surgery does the teacher stand in the assistant's position, holding the hemostatic forceps; any nonstandard move and the forceps will strike down.

Why is it like this? The operator's skill isn't bad, has reached Mayo Clinic's ordinary standard, yet still gets a teaching surgery?

Mu Tao cannot understand.

No matter what he thinks, time still flows, the video still plays.

One strike of the hemostatic forceps, the operator immediately slightly changed his grip, and the puncture kit also shifted position.

The puncture needle, too fast to see, entered; the puncture set was then withdrawn, and the covered stent followed in.

Do they really have confidence that they can succeed in the puncture on the first try?

This also…

Mu Tao could not describe his feelings, his eyes fixed on the video without blinking.

The covered stent entered, following the puncture needle to connect the hepatic vein and the portal vein.

Angiography showed smooth blood flow between the portal and hepatic veins; the Shou Bing succeeded.

Subsequently, another retrievable stent entered, the balloon was inflated, and the TIPS Surgery was completed perfectly.

It's real…… it's all real……

The air in the Experiment room had already solidified; everyone felt that even breathing was so difficult.

Even inhaling a tiny amount of oxygen was an extremely luxurious act.

It's simply unbelievable! Really, the TIPS Surgery was completed with just one needle!

Mu Tao dazedly felt that he was watching Xinglin Yuan's Surgery live broadcast.

The only difference was that the young doctor named Zheng Ren, standing in the assistant's position, tapped the operator's wrist with the Hemostatic Forceps.

How many Shou Bing procedures must he have undergone to become so skilled at TIPS Surgery that he can now perform teaching Shou Bing?!

This question, like a crow, hovered in everyone's mind, cawing.