Chapter 711: 700 Comparison (Part 1)

Director Jiang's request was ignored by Zheng Ren, and Liu Xu zhi also stared blankly at the airtight lead door slowly closing, wondering what had happened.

Is this condition really okay?

Moreover, just now I said I could take over the surgery for Doctor Zheng inside so he could rest, but it seemed to be directly ignored…

Liu Xu zhi's mindset is actually fine, because in his own hospital he's just an invisible nobody, long accustomed to being ignored; if someone actually paid him special attention, he'd feel unaccustomed instead.

But at a time like this, couldn't more people lend more strength?

He was somewhat puzzled, looking at Director Jiang.

As the airtight lead door slowly closed, Director Jiang helplessly shook his head and let out a deep sigh.

Liu Xu zhi changed his shoes, walked over to Director Jiang's side, and whispered, "Director, what's the situation?"

"Doctor Zheng has been performing surgery continuously for over thirty hours." Director Jiang said, "Ah, no matter what I say, he won't come down, I'm really afraid..."

Liu Xu zhi knew what Director Jiang's unspoken implication was; although he didn't understand the situation, generally speaking, after surgery lasting over thirty hours, the condition would already be particularly poor.

A medical accident could happen at any moment; he should rest.

Sharpening the knife doesn't delay the woodcutter—that's the principle.

But Director Jiang only bitterly pleaded, yet didn't directly pull Doctor Zheng down—what's the reasoning behind that?

"Doctor Liu, right?" Director Jiang asked.

"Um, my name is Liu Xu zhi; you can call me Xiao Liu."

Doctor Liu, you keep an eye on Doctor Zheng's room; if anything happens, call me immediately. I have too many things outside." Director Jiang also had no choice; here there are countless matters, and the wounded awaiting surgery outside are all critical emergencies—one slip and they could die, so he couldn't entrust them to junior doctors. Only by watching himself could Director Jiang feel at ease.

"I'll do my best; if I see Doctor Zheng make a mistake in surgery, I'll notify you right away..." Liu Xu zhi's sentence was cut off halfway by Director Jiang.

"I'm not asking you to watch the surgery; Doctor Zheng's surgery is exceptionally good. I want you to watch him so that nothing like fainting on the platform goes unnoticed." Director Jiang said.

"Um... is that so?" Liu Xu zhi was stunned.

After saying that, Director Jiang stood up and began to patrol back and forth, fearing any oversight.

The current situation is different from usual.

Normally, half of his thoughts are on saving patients, and the other half is making sure no problem implicates himself.

At this moment, Director Jiang's mind is full of nothing but saving patients.

The main force advanced into the mountains, suffering heavy casualties. After great difficulty pulling out the severely wounded, Doctor Zheng, Professor Mu, and that gorgeous Doctor Su, exhausted like dogs, performed surgeries.

One must absolutely not be careless; Director Jiang himself hasn't slept in a long time, yet he forces himself to stay alert, reminding himself to handle everything cautiously.

Liu Xu zhi is still relatively energetic; he changed clothes and entered the operating room.

The screen in the operating room was lit; as soon as Liu Xu zhi entered, he immediately saw the image on the screen.

He froze, his blood seeming to coagulate throughout his body.

When had he last encountered such a situation? It seemed like when he was watching the Apricot Grove Garden Surgery Live Broadcast Room's embolization of the superior mesenteric artery, which caused an artificial arterial embolism, leading to ischemic necrosis and subsequent general surgery resection.

The surgery was performed well, making people's blood boil.

But this time... Liu Xu zhi saw the image of a surgery nearly completed. Just how long ago? A pelvic fracture interventional embolization could not possibly be finished in such a short time.

No, it must be that the image data on the machine is from before.

Liu Xu zhi quickly found a reasonable explanation and gave an embarrassed smile.

He was too exhausted, his mind addled; how could he think the surgery was finished?

The airtight lead door of the operating room closed; after exchanging a few words with Director Jiang, he went to change into an isolation gown—about ten minutes total?

At most, probably just ten minutes.

Even if it were the operator from the Apricot Grove Garden Surgery Live Broadcast Room, they couldn't finish it either.

Liu Xu zhi greatly admires the operator of the Apricot Grove Garden Surgery Live Broadcast Room; whatever the case, he subconsciously makes a comparison.

No way, no way.

He collected himself and walked to the operating console.

His steps felt as heavy as a thousand jin, as if filled with lead, and he could barely move.

Because Liu Xu zhi saw the image before the operating console moving; inside, the microguidewire, without the slightest pause, super-selectively entered a tricky-angled vessel with extremely high super-selective difficulty.

The skill level is high, ah; Liu Xu zhi unconsciously compared it to the surgery in the Apricot Grove Garden Surgery Live Broadcast Room.

The Doctor Zheng inside, his surgery is even better than that of the Apricot Grove Garden Surgery Live Broadcast Room.

After only a few seconds, Liu Xu zhi confirmed this.

Impossible... how could this be possible?

Liu Xu zhi, who reveres the operator of the Apricot Grove Garden Surgery Live Broadcast Room as a deity, wholeheartedly disbelieves it.

He quietly approached the operating console, didn't sit down, placed both hands on the console, one eye on the screen image, the other using peripheral vision through the leaded glass to see Zheng Ren performing surgery inside.

Confirmed, the image and the procedure are the same.

This is a genuine surgery, and the operator inside has already been up for thirty-six hours; how long before that, Liu Xu zhi doesn't know.

Anyway, the operator is certainly not at peak condition now, merely relying on instinct to perform surgery.

The surgery has become so ingrained it's in the bones; each super-selective movement has turned into bodily memory, etched into muscle and bone.

When it comes to surgery, there's no hesitation; it's done effortlessly.

No way... how could someone be more skilled than the operator of the Apricot Grove Garden Surgery Live Broadcast Room?

Liu Xu zhi is not ignorant; besides watching the Apricot Grove Garden Surgery Live Broadcast, he has also viewed many surgery videos of top-tier international interventional experts.

Compared to the highest level, the surgery from the Apricot Grove Garden Surgery Live Broadcast Room can also be called top-tier.

But even if the broadcast room's surgery in his memory is nearly flawless, it simply cannot be compared to the surgery before his eyes.

Super-select, embolize, super-select again, embolize again—the operator seems merely to mechanically repeat a certain action; any vessel of any difficulty appears as mere clouds before him.

This...

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Liu Xu zhi would never have believed it.

It's no wonder that when I suggested replacing the surgeon to perform a Shou Bing, the surgeon would ignore me. Others' Shou Bing takes at most fifteen Minute, but if it were replaced by me, it would need at least four hours.

This is the difference between heaven and earth.

Um…… as for those who can't do it…… compared to them, is it meaningful?

Seeing the small signs, Liu Xu zhi could imagine what the surgeon's other Shou Bing skill level was like.

Really, one has to be more formidable than the surgeon of the Apricot Grove Garden Surgery Live Broadcast Room!

Liu Xu zhi instinctively wanted to argue for the surgeon of the Apricot Grove Garden Surgery Live Broadcast Room; after starting to look for Lead glass, the surgeon's flaws in the Shujian.

But, before he could take a close look, the Shou Bing was already over.

The surgeon even omitted the step of postoperative angiography, directly removed the tube, and shouted: 'Next!'