Chapter 840: with translation of chapter title

"Professor Zhao, go up and do the Shou Bing!" Zheng Ren smiled and greeted.

Just a perfunctory greeting; after saying that, Zheng Ren brushed past Zhao Wenhua and went to change clothes.

Get on stage, fuck your mother!

Zhao Wenhua cursed silently.

In order to watch the Shou Bing, he specifically had his junior doctors send patients after 9:15. But this Shou Bing…… I didn't even see a glimpse, how did it end so quickly?

Go inside? The empty Shujian, should I go face the wall?

Go outside? Zheng Ren is changing clothes, should I go look for something boring?

Standing in the Operating Room hallway, Zhao Wenhua was stunned.

Caught in a dilemma.

"Boss, remember to sign the documents later!" Su Yun's voice came from the operating room.

"Got it, you write first, I'll sign after I go out." Zheng Ren replied.

Document signing requires date verification; this is a very rigorous research procedure. Zhao Wenhua knew these people were surely striving for the Nobel Prize.

Thinking of this, he felt a bit dazed.

But just then, Su Yun came out, wearing a Sterile Cap, and glanced at Zhao Wenhua.

Zhao Wenhua hurried forward, pretending he was about to do the Shou Bing.

"Teacher Zhao, you really came early. The patient hasn't been sent yet, right? Are you preparing to be a circulating nurse, coming this early to set up the table?" As Zhao Wenhua walked past Su Yun, he heard her mocking words.

"……" He pretended not to hear, quickly walking toward his own Shujian.

"Teacher Zhao, should I go down to help you bring the patient up?" Su Yun's smile grew wider as she continued.

Zhao Wenhua cursed silently, then swiftly slipped into the Shujian. The airtight lead door closed, and faintly Su Yun's words came through again.

Exactly what it was, Zhao Wenhua didn't hear clearly, but it was definitely not something nice.

So frustrating, Zhao Wenhua almost spat out a mouthful of old blood in the operating room.

Calming himself, he took out his phone, opened Xinglin Yuan again, and found the live broadcast room Shou Bing recording.

Fortunately there's this function; otherwise I'd be suffocated.

However, the interventional surgery rooms all have lead doors and lead plates, with terrible signal. Zhao Wenhua had no choice but to open the window, half-extend his body, and receive the signal.

The Shou Bing recording starts from when the surgeon stands onto the operating table; the view is the surgeon's field of vision.

Disinfection, puncture, guide wire insertion, upon reaching the position the puncture kit enters.

At this moment the surgeon lifts his head, the screen lights up. This is when he starts lining up; soon he will find the spot to puncture.

Zhao Wenhua unconsciously held his breath, watching closely.

The puncture kit hesitated not, went in, paused slightly, then withdrew, and a stent went in.

Damn, is it already over?

Zhao Wenhua felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

His whole body felt cold, his body slightly trembling.

Can TIPS Surgery be done like this? He stared dazedly at the phone screen, watching that black stent expand after reaching position.

A channel is established between the portal vein and hepatic vein; Zhao Wenhua seemed to see the patient's portal pressure drop, the varicose veins of the gastric fundus gradually flatten. The venous network elsewhere that had hypertrophied as compensation began to atrophy.

Another stent then went in, the tube was pulled out, and the Shou Bing ended.

Simple,

Clean,

Pretty…… can't see pretty, just a very simple Shou Bing.

If it weren't for Zhao Wenhua's experience of over a hundred TIPS Surgeries, if it weren't for him personally seeing Zheng Ren go up to do the Shou Bing, and if he didn't know that Director Luo of the Xiao Hua Nei Ke had introduced a patient to Zheng Ren, he would even doubt the authenticity of this Shou Bing.

TIPS Surgery is actually this simple?

Damn, this is a cross-era Shou Bing! No wonder the Nobel Prize in Medicine and Biology, decades later, once again recommended the new technique as a candidate.

And what Zhao Wenhua couldn't understand was——that puncture point could not overlap with the dozen or so puncture points he had found.

That is, he had gotten it wrong.

Zhao Wenhua's body shivered with chills, his hands shaking badly, to the point that his phone almost fell out.

MD! Who turned the Operating Room's air conditioner so low! Zhao Wenhua cursed silently, pulling his head back.

Looking up, 26 degrees, just the right temperature.

But why am I so cold?

Zhao Wenhua calmed down a bit, directly turned off the phone in his hand, trying not to think about the TIPS Surgery that had just ended its live broadcast.

After completely clearing his mind, he then felt a bit better.

This Shou Bing, really well done…… No wonder the youngsters are arrogant and overbearing; they truly have great ability.

Although he thought that, Zhao Wenhua still felt unconvinced.

He decided to spend the evening researching the new TIPS Surgery method all night.

Nuclear Magnetic Resonance diffusion? At worst, start from the beginning, study the operation of the NMR machine; nothing can stump me.

Starting from primary school, I've always been the top student; all the way to staying in 912, marrying a rich beautiful woman, I am the winner of life!

This time, no exception!

Zhao Wenhua shouted from deep within, cheering himself on. He must go from one victory to another, absolutely cannot afford any failure.

He had prepared for the toughest research; this obstacle, he must get past, for sure!

Just like when he first arrived at 912, squeezing out the senior fellow who competed with him.

He quickly calmed down, began to ponder what to do.

The matters are myriad, but they cannot stump Zhao Wenhua.

The basic research of Nuclear Magnetic Resonance starts from the machine's principle, then proceeds step by step to nuclear magnetic diffusion, and then to using nuclear magnetic diffusion to determine the puncture point's location.

Yes!

Exactly like this!

After Zhao Wenhua made up their mind, they felt warmer all over.

Sitting foolishly in a chair in the Operating Room, he let out a deep sigh.

"Yah! Who's here!" The circulating nurse came in to prepare for surgery, not expecting someone sitting in the corner, and was startled.

Because of Tension, the sterile pack in his hand almost fell to the ground. His face turned deathly pale, full of fear.

No wonder, the Operating Room should have been empty, yet someone sat there quietly……This is either a ghost or a fake corpse?

Immediately she recognized Zhao Wenhua, then patted her chest, dissatisfied, saying: "Teacher Zhao, are you playing hide-and-seek? How old are you, still so childish?"

Zhao Wenhua was speechless, apologized, left the Operating Room, and came to the operation room.

Sitting in the chair, he saw his subordinate doctors had already brought the patient up, beginning to busy themselves preparing for surgery, and he repeatedly went over the live broadcast of the surgical procedure.

There was nothing inspiring about it; all the operations were the most basic.

Professional knowledge and surgical experience were sufficient; Zhao Wenhua, in the First Time, judged that the hardest part of the surgery was not the surgery itself, but the nuclear magnetic diffusion.

Alright, let's do that; I'll study it properly later—I can't just watch helplessly as the Bed Position in my hand is snatched away, all the way until the Chief Director's position is given to that Zheng Ren!

Taking a step back won't bring boundless skies; it's just a dead end. Zhao Wenhua has always believed this principle.