The shadowless light in the operating room was very bright, the knife on the doctor's hand was very thin, and Zheng Ren was very panicked, although he was not the one lying on the bed.

He worked very hard to get through today's surgery, but he did not expect that Dean Fu personally served as an assistant in order to express his importance to the professor.

At this time, he was standing in the corner of the operating room wearing a sterile surgical gown, and could not see even a trace of surgery at all.

As long as there is surgery, accidents will happen. What Zheng Ren did not expect is that there will also be accidents before the surgery.

The surgery that is about to begin is very important.

Surgeons rarely do live surgeries, and those who dare to do it are among the best in the industry.

Today, there was a live operation at Haicheng First People's Hospital, with the protagonist being Professor Uichiro Mori, a world-renowned expert in hepatobiliary and pancreatic surgery.

The venue that can accommodate 1,000 people is full.

Eighty percent of the relevant professional directors in the province attended the meeting, and even professors from several specialized hospitals in the Imperial Capital and Magic City came to Haicheng to visit and learn live surgery.

Usually in the department, the directors who are like the king of heaven in the venue, like cabbage, can meet one with their hands raised.

A large red banner was hung above the venue - warmly celebrating the successful convening of the first Haicheng Hepatobiliary and Pancreatic Surgery Conference.

The rostrum did not place a long conference table, but instead pulled up a huge screen. Eight high-definition projectors were divided into different angles, and the combined pancreatic duodenectomy of the operating room of the first hospital in the city was broadcasting in real time.

Combined pancreatic duodenectomy is the most difficult surgery in general surgery except organ transplantation.

The surgeon is Professor Uichiro Mori from RB Tokyo Shuntiando University Affiliated Hospital. He is a health consultant to the RB royal family and ranks in the top five in the global surgical academia.

In order to invite Professor Mori Uichiro, the conference organizers took great pains to spend a lot of money. Moreover, the patient also did a lot of work at home. After all, this patient is the richest man in Haicheng, and 60% of the city's real estate projects come from his company.

The heavyweight professor, heavyweight surgery, and confident live surgery became the finale of the first Haicheng Hepatobiliary and Pancreatic Surgery Conference.

Unfortunately, Zheng Ren couldn't see it at all.

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At 9:15, the operation officially began.

Professor Mori Uichiro has a rigorous style and does not act like a big-name doctor, so he personally takes off his skin.

The eight projections at different angles on the projection screen show the exquisite surgical skills of Mori Uichiro with no blind spots.

"Can the incision less than fifteen centimeters be able to be assembled in the later stage?"

"You and I definitely can't do it, but they are top professors, so what's wrong with it?"

"Yes, it is said that the emperor's surgery in 2014 was led by Professor Mori Uichiro. The professor's level is one of the few in the world."

The skin, subcutaneous tissue, muscles, and peritoneum are cut layer by layer, as skilled as a cook, as if he had a cattle. The amount of bleeding was very small, and the directors on the scene observed that it was only 5-10ml. The blood-stained gauze was only red, like red flowers blooming in the snow.

But an accident happened anyway.

After the peritoneal opening, a burst of exclamations rang out in the venue. Several professors from the Imperial Capital and the Demon City had a solemn expression and stared at the projection screen.

Pancreatic malignant tumors develop extremely rapidly and have invaded surrounding tissues and have severe adhesions, just like one.

Generally speaking, in order to avoid accidents, live broadcast surgery will be selected for patients with milder conditions. No big-name person can avoid mistakes, and everyone is the same.

There is no doubt that the error rate of patients with milder conditions will be very low.

In order to screen patients, Dean Fu took a lot of effort. The patient's CT and MR films were viewed by professors inside and outside the province, and finally delivered to Mori Uichiro and were recognized.

All experts and professors believe that the patient has stage 3 pancreatic head cancer and is seriously ill, but there is no adhesion in the tumor tissue and surrounding it, so it is suitable for surgery.

Unfortunately, God does not follow others' wishes, and everyone took a look.

After seeing this situation, Dean Fu's sweat suddenly appeared and the sterile cap was wet.

What the hell is going on?

In order to avoid mistakes, I had an MRI two days before the operation, and compared with the previous film, there was no big change.

Does the tumor tissue grow rapidly within two days?

Dean Fu was holding the suction in his hand and trembled slightly.

Professor Mori Yuichiro was a little displeased and tapped the suction device with the bent pliers in his hand and whispered in Japanese.

Although Dean Fu does not understand Japanese, he still keenly captured that there seemed to be a word in the sentence: Baga. Professor Senyu was not satisfied with him. Dean Fu was like falling into an ice cave, and his whole body was a little stiff.

The young translator behind him immediately looked at Dean Fu with a stern face, "Professor Fu Sang, Professor Senyu is very dissatisfied with your performance. Although your technical level is as poor as your equipment, please show your most focused attitude to complete the operation."

No one dared to talk to him like this for many years, and Dean Fu was embarrassed. No wonder what everyone hated the most during the War of Resistance against Japan was the second ghost and the traitor. It was really hateful.

However, he did not dare to show any dissatisfaction in his heart, and tried hard to squeeze out a smile, and no matter how he looked, he seemed to be flattering.

The condition is more complicated than expected, but for top surgeons in the world, it is just a little more difficult and not impossible to solve.

The operation continued, and the tumor and surrounding tissue were patiently stripped away a little bit of adhesion, and there was still little bleeding. A slightly larger capillary will be ligated in advance or burned out with electric burns, without exception.

In the conference room, there were many exclamations. Professor Mori Uichiro was really familiar with anatomy. This is the level of the world's top professors!

Standing under the shadowless light, Mori Uichiro is undoubtedly the eye-catching protagonist, like a dazzling star, attracting all his attention.

Zheng Renze did not appear in the projection at all. He was a speck of dust in the dark corner, insignificant.

Although he couldn't undergo the surgery, he brain-studied the entire process of the surgery based on various instruments used by Professor Mori Yuichiro.

It would be great if I could take a look, Zheng Ren was extremely eager.

I tried to change various angles and wanted to try to see a little of the surgery, but everything was futile.

Suddenly, Zheng Ren felt the bright light in front of him. The shadowless lamp began to shake, and various knives, cuts, and pliers were dancing like elves on the table in front of the equipment nurse.

He was a little dazed. Could it be that he had hallucinations? Then he realized that it was not an hallucination, it was an earthquake!

In just a moment, the whole house swayed and the roof creaked, as if the ceiling and brick and stone frames would scatter at any time, burying everyone.

The people who were undergoing the operation were also panicked. After all, Mori Uichiro was born in an island country and was well-trained. He left the operating table without hesitation and squeezed Zheng Ren, who was standing in the corner.

The young translator rushed over immediately and pushed Zheng Ren out of the corner.

"Get out!"

Zheng Ren was a little confused, but the instinct developed by years of surgery made him avoid the translation's hands and avoid the contamination of the sterile surgical gown.

The slight shaking is still noticed, but it is not violent. I don’t know if the earthquake has ended or just an appetizer just now, and there will be a higher-level strong shock.

"Don't panic!" Dean Fu pretended to be calm and shouted: "Let the professor go first."

Mori Uichiro was as alert as a wild wolf, disappearing after a faint vibration. He opened the door of the operating room without hesitation and disappeared at the end of the corridor.

The translator followed closely behind Professor Sen Yu, and Dean Fu also left the operating table.

"Zheng Ren, you can continue to complete the operation!" The director's legs trembled, and he left this ghost place as fast as he did with Parkinson's patient.

Me? Zheng Ren almost sprayed out an old blood.

He is just an ordinary attending physician. Although he is very attentive and hardworking, he has no chance to come into contact with advanced surgery at his age. All he can do is first- and second-level surgery such as appendicitis and hernia.

The director wants him to take over is one of the top and most difficult procedures in general surgery - pancreatic duodenectomy!

Zheng Ren had no idea of ​​running away. As a doctor, the patient ran away on the operating table first. If it doesn’t exist, even if he dies, he has to die on the operating table. What is the difference between running away at this time and deserters on the battlefield?

This idea is simple and pure.

But I can’t do the surgery myself, so it seems that I can only rinse and close my abdomen.

Zheng Ren stabilized his mood and was about to observe where the operation was going. Suddenly, another tremor was shaking, and the shadowless light shook, and white light shone on Zheng Ren's pupils.

The light was too strong, even more dazzling than looking directly at the sun at noon. Zheng Ren then felt a trace of air conditioning falling from his head and his eyes were pitch black.

Could it be that the building collapsed and smashed myself to death?

Is this the feeling of death?

In a trance, Zheng Ren heard a violent coughing sound from his body and a smell of blood.

What's going on? Is it an illusion?

There were countless memories in Zheng Ren's mind. From childhood to adulthood, he had forgotten some of them himself. At this time, it appeared extremely clearly, like a turbulent sea of ​​thought.

Is this the plane of memory spreading out before death? Zheng Ren was in a panic of headache, and such a vague thought appeared in his heart.

It seemed that only one second, and countless years later, the ocean of memory calmed down, and at the same time, a voice appeared in Zheng Ren's ears.

System binding begins...

System binding ends...
Chapter completed!