Chapter 999: with translation of chapter title

Su Yun said she wasn't coming, but she still followed up.

She said no with her mouth, but her body remained honest.

Mu Tao's side was ready; Zheng Ren went to greet Wu Lao, then as usual, he examined the patient, confirmed no error, and proceeded with the Shou Bing. The order of the Shou Bing remained ordinary patients first, livestream patient last.

Mu Tao felt something was off; after going on stage, he asked: "Zheng Lao Ban, is there nothing wrong with Mr. Zou's side?"

"The Shou Bing is urgent, Su Yun is over there." Zheng Ren smiled, then silently took out the Hemostatic Forceps from the sterile pack.

Mu Tao's heart jolted; he recalled being struck by Su Yun in Pengxi Xiang. Back then, he secretly vowed never to let anyone strike him again with the Hemostatic Forceps.

So he studied the new TIPS Surgery diligently, trying to master all techniques as much as possible.

In order to,

just to prevent anyone from striking his radial styloid with the Hemostatic Forceps.

But when he saw Zheng Ren pick up the Hemostatic Forceps, he felt a bit tense.

The first patient's condition Mu Tao reviewed no less than ten times; he could almost remember the images. As for where to puncture, after his own research, he discussed it twice with Zheng Ren.

It can be said that Mu Tao has completely mastered the new TIPS Surgery.

As for the Shou Bing technique, he has watched it countless times in Di Du and in the Xinglin Yuan Surgery Livestream Room.

In terms of details, there should be no problem.

But when he caught a glimpse of Zheng Ren furtively taking out the Hemostatic Forceps, his heart fluttered.

Not the feeling of first love, but the flutter of being caught misbehaving in class by the Teacher.

Mu Tao only dazed for 1.354 seconds, then returned to normal. He took a deep breath and then exhaled.

Behind the Mask, heat waves surged; the lenses of his glasses slightly fogged.

Calming his mind, as the airtight Lead door closed, Mu Tao focused on the Shou Bing.

Puncture and angiography were clear in his mind; the whole process went smoothly.

This Shou Bing was more tense than a Doctor's thesis defense; for Mu Tao, its importance even surpassed the college entrance exam!

Facing a monstrous assistant and a mild-mannered seeming passerby who could suppress that monstrous assistant, Mu Tao still had fighting spirit.

But this fighting spirit had already fallen from surpassing to chasing; now Mu Tao had lost the desire to catch up, only wanting to see Zheng Ren's back from afar, not to be left completely behind.

And this TIPS Surgery is a test of what he has learned during this period.

The puncture kit went in, and Mu Tao vaguely saw the Hemostatic Forceps placed openly in the most convenient position.

If there was a mistake in hand shape or operation, Mu Tao had no doubt the Hemostatic Forceps would directly strike his radial styloid.

Zheng Ren said nothing, just watched the opposite screen as the puncture kit slowly moved through the Blood Vessel; everything was fairly perfect.

Even when judged by Master-level Shou Bing standards, Zheng Ren could find few errors.

There were a few, but they couldn't be demanded. Mu Tao's level was still high.

Habitually gripping the Hemostatic Forceps, Zheng Ren suddenly saw the puncture kit retreat slightly.

"Lao Mu?" Zheng Ren asked in surprise.

This operation is truly inexplicable.

If the previous operation could score 8 points, this operation could easily score -1.

Because the contrast was so great, Zheng Ren also dazed for a moment, and the Hemostatic Forceps didn't strike down.

"Um..." Mu Tao was speechless.

"The Shou Bing is going fine; just do it normally, don't be tense." Zheng Ren comforted Mu Tao.

Mu Tao caught a glimpse of the Hemostatic Forceps in Zheng Ren's right hand, cold light flashing; he gave a wry smile. At this moment, telling himself to stay calm and not be tense was a joke.

If you're capable, put the Hemostatic Forceps down.

"Before the puncture point, I saw you locating it quite accurately; it's fine, no need to fear mistakes." Zheng Ren comforted Mu Tao in a voice only the two could hear.

After all, the patient is under local anesthesia; hearing this, they'd likely be scared to pee.

Comforting Mu Tao, and then drawing out the patient's myocardial infarction—this would be unnecessary.

Soon, Mu Tao regained calm. The puncture kit continued moving forward, not fast, very cautious.

Upon reaching the vicinity of the puncture point, Mu Tao completely forgot his tension.

After studying for over half a month, repeatedly simulating, even the Surgery live broadcast was almost worn out, all for this moment.

On Nuclear Magnetic Resonance, the localization of the puncture point differs slightly from the X-ray image, but Mu Tao has figured out why and where the difference lies.

Downward, wrist raised 16°, index and middle fingers slightly hooked, force just right, the puncture kit and the portal vein Blood Vessel wall neither touching nor separating.

In an instant, Mu Tao even produced an illusion.

The puncture kit became part of his body; when it touched the portal vein intima, it felt as if he had touched it with his own hand.

This feeling... is really good!

But Mu Tao had no time to savor it; immersed in this mysterious feeling, all to avoid letting the Hemostatic Forceps strike him.

Since Zheng Ren picked up the Hemostatic Forceps, his radial styloid has vaguely begun to ache. The "encounter" in Pengxi Xiang is vivid in his memory, fresh as ever.

Mu Tao felt like he was being chased by a ferocious wicked wolf; if he stopped, he would surely be devoured, not even leaving scraps.

No joy,

no realization,

no hesitation,

no pause.

The puncture kit came slowly yet persistently to that point, and only then did it stop.

"No problem, let's puncture." Zheng Ren said slowly.

Those affirmative words were like heavenly music.

Mu Tao was slightly dazed, and pressed the button.

The feeling of puncture and penetration as the puncture needle broke through the inner wall of the blood vessel, passed through the liver parenchyma and entered the hepatic vein, fed back from the puncture set to the hand and then to the heart.

Yes!

Exactly this feeling!

After a few seconds, Mu Tao slowly withdrew the puncture set, then took a membrane-covered stent and smoothly inserted it.

Success!

One success!

The hemostatic forceps didn't move at all!

At the moment Mu Tao smoothly inserted the membrane-covered stent, he was overjoyed.

Finally succeeded!

As the membrane-covered stent expanded, high-pressure venous blood from the portal vein flowed into the hepatic vein, everything went smoothly just as Mu Tao had anticipated.

Zheng Ren put down the hemostatic forceps; Mu Tao's surgical skill was truly stronger than many people's. Even someone like Zhou Chun Yong, a longtime renowned chief, could not compare to him.

Only Professor Rudolf Wagner could be slightly stronger than Mu Tao.

Truly strong, not bad, not bad; Zheng Ren revealed a hint of a smile behind his mask.

Mu Tao watched the screen, seeing venous blood begin to rush, the high pressure in the portal vein already relieved; recalling the earlier feeling of the puncture set hitting the wall, fleeting; recalling the instant of puncture, that sensation of puncture.

The technical bottleneck also seemed to break along with it; looking back, all the hard work was not in vain.

Pa~

The hemostatic forceps tapped against Mu Tao's right radial styloid.

"Why are you spacing out? Hurry up with the surgery." Zheng Ren said indifferently.