Chapter 1797 Three Consecutive Openings (Monthly Ticket 16500 Plus More × 33)

"Bleeding?!" Mr. Shao said in surprise, then pressed the intercom, "Don't step on the line, I'll go in immediately for surgery."

"Mr. Shao, you are waiting outside." Su Yun said: "The boss has already opened, boss, have you found the location of the aneurysm?"

"Mr. Shao should have a clip for the aneurysm." Zheng Ren's voice was low, obviously speaking from a distance from the intercom.

"Bring it, bring it." Mr. Shao was in a cold sweat. He originally thought that there was no need to bring any aneurysm clips.

But last time Boss Zheng came to the neurosurgery consultation and brought a female student with a temporal fall directly to the stage for surgery. He also began to have a kind of fascinated confidence in Boss Zheng.

Confidence, it is impossible to rely on rumors to gain accumulation and improvement, but to rely on contact and seeing with your own eyes.

"Su Yun, let President Shao come in." Zheng Ren's voice floated out.

"Boss, praise you! You are so capable. From interventional to neurosurgery to general surgery, as long as the guide wire can reach the position, you can solve all of them with surgery!" Professor Rudolf Wagner took advantage of Su When Yun stopped stepping on the line, he said loudly.

"Fugui'er, you are late." Su Yun smiled at the professor outside the lead glass and said, "You will be punished."

"Brother Yun, don't blame me. I rushed over in a crooked way, and it's already very fast!" Professor Rudolf Wagner complained.

"The boss doesn't care how far you live or how congested the road is." Su Yun said: "The boss just said to take your name off the Nobel Prize list."

"Gaha shit!" Although he knew that Su Yun was joking, Professor Rudolf Wagner was still taken aback.

"Su Yun, don't make trouble." Zheng Ren said, "Fuguier brushes his hands to the stage, Su Yun, come with me to do a middle cerebral artery bypass."

"Boss, I'm a doctor with a heart." Su Yun turned around and stepped down, tore off the sterile gown, and was still defending.

"Just give me a hand, Zeiss' microscope is pretty good, don't you want to come and have a look?" Zheng Ren said steadily.

Hearing Zheng Ren's tone a little relieved, Su Yun felt relieved.

Estimated no problem.

"Lao He, are you alright?" Su Yun asked.

Lao He made a V gesture and said, "Extracorporeal membrane lung has reduced the burden on the patient's heart, and she is in much better shape now. Boss Zheng has solved the problem of aneurysm bleeding. I guess she can live."

"You don't need to estimate, you can definitely live." Zheng Ren said firmly.

"Boss, you said, can you hear any music playing during the operation?" Su Yun turned to brush his hands, nagging as he walked.

Zheng Ren did not speak, and continued to operate under the microscope.

Lao He smiled. Boss Zheng pretended to be deaf and dumb, but his attitude of not speaking showed his attitude.

Good luck, don't play this kind of song during surgery, do you still want to play sad music?

Very unlucky.

"Boss Zheng, can you do it?" Mr. Shao came in and asked in a low voice when Su Yun went to brush his hands.

"It should be fine, it's just a tiny intracranial aneurysm." Zheng Ren said.

It's just...intracranial...microaneurysm...

Shao was speechless.

Before the rise of interventional surgery, intracranial aneurysm surgery was a watershed to distinguish whether a neurosurgeon's surgical level was blown out or really awesome.

Really good neurosurgeons, the most important thing is to conquer aneurysms. Secondly, it is a relatively rare disease such as glioma.

"Boss Zheng, let me take a look?" Mr. Shao handed the clip to the visiting nurse and asked in a low voice.

"Xinglinyuan live broadcast, Shuye is much better than what you watch here." Zheng Ren smiled: "Go and watch it on your phone."

Uh... Live aneurysm rupture, moyamoya bypass surgery?

Mr. Shao gave a shock and ran out immediately.

Because it is a hybrid operating room, there is no signal at all. The signal in the operating room was only half as good as outside. Mr. Shao greeted him and said he had something to call, so he went to the locker room to watch the live broadcast.

Soon Su Yun brushed his hands back, put on his clothes again, and closed the airtight lead door.

Professor Zhang stood alone in the operating room, with only Feng Xuhui and Liu Xiaojie whispering beside him.

"Mr. Zheng can do aneurysm surgery, so go back and remind me to prepare some surgical clips." Feng Xuhui said.

"How many?" Liu Xiaojie asked in surprise.

"Well, I don't think it will take much. This time the situation is too special. Under normal circumstances, the aneurysm is blocked by Mr. Zheng's interventional operation, and no surgery is required."

"Then why do you still open the knife?"

"Hey, didn't I just say that I'm going to have middle cerebral artery bypass surgery to treat moyamoya disease." Feng Xuhui didn't scold Liu Xiaojie, but simply talked about it.

He is reflecting on himself.

Is neurosurgery also involved? Boss Zheng's exposure to other disciplines is much faster than his own learning.

Feng Xuhui was a little troubled.

It seems that the big box in front of you is not big enough, do you want to change to a bigger box?

Professor Zhang stared blankly as the aneurysm was clamped, the bleeding stopped, the airtight lead door opened, and Professor Rudolf Wagner and Liu Zewei came out.

He couldn't understand why Boss Zheng would perform any operation.

There is no surgery in the operating room, only the patient's ECG monitoring.

The heart rate is 102 beats/min, sinus, very stable, and has not changed for more than 30 minutes.

The extracorporeal membrane lung allows the patient's fragile heart to rest. On the whole, the patient's condition is improving little by little.

"Old Zhang, what are you doing?" Linger walked in, patted Professor Zhang on the shoulder and asked.

"Uh..." Professor Zhang concluded.

How to answer? Could it be that he worshipped Boss Zheng here?

However, Linger just greeted him and didn't expect Professor Zhang to speak. He couldn't even hear what Professor Zhang said.

Linger walked directly into the operating room, "Boss Zheng, the legal documents are all signed, and it went well."

"Director Lin, the operation went well too." Lao He sat on the round stool, wearing a lead coat, looking at the various indicators of the extracorporeal membrane lung.

"Is it going to go well? I still have to think about it." Linger's hearty laughter was mixed with the song of good luck, and Professor Zhang sounded a little harsh.

"Which step have you done?" Ringer then asked. "The neurosurgery operation is not good at this point. The operation area is too small."

"The boss is performing end-to-side anastomosis of the stump of the temporal branch of the superficial temporal artery on the M4 segment arterial type." Su Yun said lightly.

Unfortunately, Ringer did not understand what the M4 segment anastomosis meant.

He just smiled, listening to Su Yun's meaning, the operation should be almost finished.

"Doctor Su, have you also studied neurosurgery?" Ringer asked.

"No, I just saw a few operations." Su Yun started seriously, this is a live broadcast operation, and he must show his strongest surgical techniques.