Chapter 875: with translation of title

Is it Mu Tao?

Zhao Wenhua froze for a moment.

He had thought it was a patient's family member, standing there listening to Zheng Ren explain the surgery procedure; he never imagined it would actually be Wu Haishi's disciple Mu Tao!

Zhao Wenhua felt contempt inside, but immediately put on the standard fake smile of Sister Zhi Ling and said, "Professor Mu, when did you arrive?"

"Teacher Zhao, I arrived last night and came early this morning." Mu Tao looked at the screen with some regret, without hesitation, turned and left, "Teacher Zhao, I'm going out; you guys handle the shift change first."

Zhao Wenhua wanted to keep him, but the words he had just spoken still echoed in the room. Really not careful enough, he felt a bit displeased inside.

The early shift change was rather mundane; Director Kong was not at home, so the step of the chief director making rounds was omitted, which indeed streamlined things a lot.

At the morning meeting, Zhao Wenhua said that Director Kong would return from the front line in the near future.

It's been twenty days already, and everything over there has gradually been improving. Moreover, Zhao Wenhua said the entire Intervention Department would receive a collective third-class merit. As for personal honors, Zhao Wenhua didn't mention that.

Zheng Ren didn't care about things like merits and such.

But whenever the front line was mentioned, Zheng Ren inexplicably felt a pang in his heart.

Better not to think about these things; Zheng Ren decided to focus wholeheartedly on completing the surgery, doing his utmost to win the Nobel Prize this year and complete a mythic journey.

Afterward, there were still more things waiting for him.

Shift change, rounds—Su Yun and the professor brought the patients up first.

"Lao Mu, want to take a look at the second-stage surgery?" Zheng Ren invited.

Mu Tao had exactly that intention.

He had studied Zheng Ren's new TIPS surgery method for quite a while; there were two highlights. First, using nuclear magnetic resonance diffusion to locate the puncture, turning what was once a blind guess based on luck into something traceable—this was revolutionary.

Second, Zheng Ren didn't just place one stent; he directly placed two stents.

Initially, the two stents were intended to prevent hepatic encephalopathy by narrowing the flow channel's radius, reducing venous blood that bypasses hepatic metabolism, thereby keeping blood ammonia levels as low as possible within a controllable range.

Then, after the patient adapted, one stent would be removed to continue expanding the outflow tract.

Placing two stents at once had been considered before.

But removing the second stent is extremely difficult, and moreover the puncture point hasn't even been determined—meaning the TIPS procedure hasn't yet been finalized, so who would still research how to improve hepatic encephalopathy afterward?

Therefore, Mu Tao believed that Zheng Ren's TIPS surgery was already a relatively perfect procedure.

Not only must one learn nuclear magnetic resonance diffusion, but also the second-stage surgery.

He smiled and nodded, following behind Zheng Ren, preparing to go onstage for a look.

Upon entering the operating room, while Zheng Ren was changing clothes, he received a call from Professor Yang and Director Luo. Their two departments together needed to admit five patients with end-stage liver cirrhosis today, and they wanted Zheng Ren to see the patients and schedule the surgery.

But not now; they had to wait for today's patients to be discharged before the next batch could be admitted.

However, this number of surgeries exceeded Zheng Ren's expectations.

Both directors and the team-leading professor were very supportive, which made Zheng Ren feel somewhat relieved.

The situation was gradually opening up; it wasn't as difficult as when he had just returned from the front, and Zheng Ren's mood brightened considerably.

Arriving at the operating room, Zheng Ren scrubbed up and changed clothes; Su Yun had already finished his work and was lounging in a sofa by the corner, playing with his phone.

"You really don't do interventional surgery, huh?" Mu Tao had previously said to this guy Su Yun that he never does interventional surgery, and still harbored a hint of doubt.

But now it seems that is indeed true.

"I'm a surgeon; why would I do interventional surgery? Besides, interventional surgery is so boring—what's fun about it?" Su Yun didn't even look up, still playing with his phone.

"……" Mu Tao felt the urge to curse, but he held back.

This is TIPS surgery, an improved TIPS procedure! Such a great opportunity to observe surgery, and yet he doesn't cherish it, instead playing with his phone over there!

This is TIPS Surgery, it's an improved TIPS Surgery! Such a good Opportunity to observe Shou Bing, not cherishing it, actually playing with the phone over there!

Even if they were just playing with their phones, their surgery wasn't any worse than his.

People… Mu Tao sighed inwardly, watching Zheng Ren and Professor Rudolf Wagner go onstage.

Zheng Ren stood in the assistant's position, the professor as the operator, and the surgery began.

The surgery proceeded very smoothly; Professor Rudolf Wagner was the first person to have studied the new TIPS technique with Zheng Ren. He had fully mastered the difficulties of the second-stage surgery, and Zheng Ren went onstage merely to add an extra layer of safety.

The hemostatic forceps were held in his right palm, but they weren't even used—the surgery was already finished.

Xiao Aolifu sent the patient away, while Su Yun remained lounging on the sofa, playing with his phone without moving.

Zheng Ren ignored that guy, and after finishing the surgery he came out and asked Lao Mu: "Lao Mu, is there anything you don't understand?"

Mu Tao's tears streamed down his face.

He didn't see anything at all—the stent had already been taken out……

This kind of thing looks easy when watching someone else do it, but once you try it yourself, even a slight mismatch in hand shape or wrist angle can cause bleeding in the liver parenchyma.

Although Intervention Department doctors aren't afraid of liver bleeding—worst case, they can just embolize—still, it's best to minimize any secondary damage as much as possible.

After all, patients with end-stage liver cirrhosis all have liver atrophy, and their liver function is already poor; embolizing part of the liver would make their liver function take a long time to recover.

Mu Tao stared at the screen, falling into contemplation.

Zheng Ren saw that Mu Tao wasn't speaking and also realized this point.

"Once you can handle the first-stage surgery, I'll bring you up for the second-stage," Zheng Ren said.

Mu Tao nodded gratefully; Zheng Lao Ban truly understands people—he's infinitely better than that assistant who only knows how to retort.

"Boss, what are we having for lunch?" Su Yun asked, looking up.

Although the atmosphere in the operating room is relatively free, thinking about lunch as soon as the surgery starts in the morning is a bit much, isn't it?

Zheng Ren was slightly surprised.

Seeing Su Yun glance at Mu Tao, he instantly understood.

"Lao Mu, let me give you a simple welcome lunch—what would you like to eat?" Zheng Ren asked with a smile.

These people who came down from the front line all have an inexplicable sense of warmth deep inside.

These people who came down from the front line all have an inexplicable sense of warmth deep inside.

Calling them comrades-in-arms is not an exaggeration.

Pengxi Xiang's Operating Room, although there was no thunderous cannon fire nor a hail of bullets, could also be considered a trench. Zheng Ren, Su Yun, and Mu Tao fought and struggled together there for several days and nights.

The director of Pengxi Xiang's Intervention Department in the same trench almost sacrificed.

Speaking of the cruelty, it is not much less than in wartime.

Mu Tao was thinking about the Shou Bing when Zheng Ren suddenly asked, leaving him stunned.

"Anything is fine, anything is fine." He answered blankly.

"That sounds like something Zheng Ren would say," Su Yun sneered from the corner.

"Not only Su Yun thought so, but Zheng Ren was also left stunned by Mu Tao's words. Shouldn't that be something he himself should say?"

"Lao Mu, where are you from?"

"From Hunan."

"Then let's go eat Dong Bei cuisine." Su Yun didn't hesitate, nor did she consult Zheng Ren's opinion, and directly made the decision.

What to eat doesn't matter anymore; Mu Tao's mind is full of the various details of the first- and second-stage TIPS Surgery.

Although the Shou Bing doesn't take long, there are many details.

Little Oliver brought the second patient up, then sent the first patient down, and the Shou Bing began again.