Chapter 789: with translation of chapter title

While the vascular surgery was being completed, Professor Yang and Zheng Ren also cut out liver segment eight.

Locally, hemostasis was achieved with titanium clips and PRL suture, but the wound looked somewhat gruesome.

After the vascular surgery team stepped down, Professor Yang looked at Zheng Ren.

"Go down first, I'll do the angiography." Zheng Ren said, "After the angiography, you can go back up."

"Boss? Do we need angiography for the vessels?" Su Yun rarely showed an eager attitude.

"No need, do the bile duct angiography; you take the films outside. Must be meticulous, from various angles. If there's a problem, call Fugui'er up. Also have Fugui'er or Lucky Baby bring the catheter for retrograde cholangiography… Are they all back? Ask who's present, send one up." Zheng Ren said plainly, as if making rounds, assigning an appendectomy.

"There are plenty of catheters, I'll make the call." Su Yun tore off her sterile gown, "But we don't need Fugui'er's help. Not only have you improved, I think Fugui'er's level now can't keep up with mine."

Zheng Ren chuckled, "Really? If that's true, that would be great."

Su Yun has indeed improved, but Zheng Ren estimates his level is roughly on par with Professor Rudolf Wagner's.

Having him around would be enough, if he had that confidence.

"Yiren, you go down first, then come up after I finish the angiography." Zheng Ren said.

Xie Yiren nodded, without hesitation. On the operating table, Zheng Ren is the king; whatever he says, no matter how strange or bizarre, must be obeyed.

The many professors gathered behind were somewhat dazed; in Room 912, what surgery haven't they seen? But they had never seen a hydatid liver surgery with bile duct angiography plus autologous liver transplant.

Is Boss Zheng attempting to anastomose the tiny bile ducts out of superb skill and boldness, or out of ignorance and fearlessness?

No one is foolish enough to step forward now to question Zheng Ren, but everyone except Su Yun and Xie Yiren has countless doubts.

Zheng Ren tore off his sterile gown and went to scrub his hands again.

Everyone knew, it was time to put on the lead clothing.

The people on the observation platform silently made way for Zheng Ren; before stepping on the line, nobody wanted to leave so early.

What if… what if the surgery succeeds? This is an especially impressive operation, enough to brag about for a lifetime.

Zheng Ren came to the washing area, took out the lead clothing and a black box from the system space.

Inside the box was the neurosurgical microscope he had exchanged for while researching the surgery.

The magnification is 20×, with nothing else special about it.

Neurosurgical microscopes are usually 4–20×; the specific magnification depends on the surgeon's habit, not on surgical skill.

Normally, one could just borrow one from neurosurgery. But Zheng Ren, performing surgery in the system operating room, needs to use it often; seeing it not expensive in the mall, he bought one directly.

He feared a borrowed one might be unusable, and he would still need to get used to the microscope.

Moreover, this run-of-the-mill microscope is the kind you can use casually and not worry about losing; it's completely different from the energy-converting lead clothing.

As for the system, it actually sells equipment with no added attributes; Zheng Ren expressed disdain for the Big Pig Trotter.

"Director Dong, help me out!" Zheng Ren put on the lead clothing, calling while scrubbing his hands.

"Huh?" Dong Jia was stunned, then immediately ran over.

"This is the microscope; after the angiography, please help me put it on." Zheng Ren pursed his lips and said.

"……" Dong Jia was dumbfounded.

When did general surgery start using microscopes?! Although it's said that microscopes are used in autologous liver transplants, very few people actually do so.

Is what Boss Zheng said really true?!

"Absorbable suture, get the finest kind. Please hurry, thanks." Zheng Ren said, having finished scrubbing, holding his hands up in front of his chest.

"Oh, okay." Dong Jia hesitated, then grabbed the microscope's box and ran out.

They were about to do the angiography; although Dong Jia really wanted to watch the whole process, he had no chance. If he didn't run the errand, who would?

"Su Yun, has the catheter been delivered?" Zheng Ren returned to the operating room and shouted loudly.

"It's been sent; I'll bring it up to the table in a moment." Su Yun sat outside, fiddling with the machines in the hybrid operating table's control area.

"Are you used to the machine?"

"It's all the same, nothing to get used to or not." Su Yun casually said.

Zheng Ren nodded, put on his clothes, and went up onto the stage.

He stepped directly into the surgeon's position, reached out, and the hemostatic forceps slapped into his hand.

After dissecting the duodenal bulb, Zheng Ren performed a puncture and threaded the angiography catheter in.

For an ordinary patient, one would need percutaneous liver puncture before angiography. But now the patient has already had an open abdomen, making that unnecessary. Simply threading the angiography catheter from the duodenum is sufficient for full angiography.

This procedure, Zheng Ren is also doing it for the first time in the real world.

However, for him, whose skill tree is already nearing the peak, this is merely a trivial minor operation.

Everything ready, he connected the high-pressure injector and had Xie Yiren go to the control area.

The people behind on the observation platform also quickly left the operating room, standing in the hallway waiting. The control area? That's where assistants avoid the radiation line; aside from Su Yun cutting films there, nobody would rashly go into the control area.

The airtight lead door slowly closed, Zheng Ren began stepping on the line and simultaneously pressed the button of the high-pressure injector.

He looked up; the screen opposite displayed the structure of the hepatic ducts inside the patient's liver.

Zheng Ren's eyes narrowed, fixed on the screen, unwilling to miss any detail of each frame.

In the system operating room, he always takes the films himself, then sutures the tiny bile ducts.

There, aside from Zheng Ren, not even an instrument nurse is present. After coming out, with Xie Yiren and Su Yun there, Zheng Ren doesn't have to be so bothered.

The angiography took less than a minute; Zheng Ren then stopped stepping on the line and opened the airtight lead door.

Xie Yiren placed both hands in front of his pockets and was the first to walk in.

The circulating nurse opened a sterile surgical pack from the trauma department; all the consumables inside were a few sizes smaller than those in general surgery, looking like children's toys.

Dong Jia came in and put the microscope on Zheng Ren.

Zheng Ren closed his eyes, got used to it for a moment, then glanced at Xie Yiren.

Xie Yiren nodded, indicating he was capable, then began preparing the needle and thread.

He reached out; a small forceps slapped into his palm, Zheng Ren passed it to his left hand, while his right hand received the needle holder and an especially fine needle.

The needle and thread are one; there's no need to pass the thread through the needle's eye.

Otherwise, with such a tiny needle eye, even someone as nimble as Xie Yiren couldn't finish it in one attempt.

Professor Yang followed Xie Yiren in; he did not try to take the surgeon's position, but stood directly opposite Zheng Ren. Seeing Zheng Ren put on the microscope, Professor Yang sighed.

This surgery does not need an assistant.

The operating field is so small that the surgeon must wear a microscope; there's simply no room for an assistant.

What am I doing up here? Professor Yang felt especially superfluous at this moment.