"Just do your best, you can't force it." Director Pan hesitated for a while and persuaded Zheng Ren.

But before he finished speaking, Zheng Ren had already walked into the interventional operating room, the heavy lead door closed, leaving him with a squinting smile.

Not handsome, not chic, but reliable, and can really rely on.

The surgery continues.

Zheng Ren has been selected again, and the hepatic artery has been selected, so Zheng Ren began to try to select renal artery.

The techniques are still skillful and stable.

Microguidewire superselected, microcatheter entry, symptomography, not renal artery.

At this time, you can only do the exclusion method.

After the hepatic artery and renal artery, Zheng Ren began to super-select the superior mesenteric artery.

Fifteen minutes later, the result was still disappointing.

Professor Pei and Director Pan's face became more and more gloomy. One hour had passed, and in this hour, Zheng Ren was carrying the line for most of the time.

Director Pan thought to himself.

He didn't understand the interventional surgery, but since Professor Pei from the Magic City was there, he didn't say what Zheng Ren did wrongly, then this is fate.

Not all diseases can be treated.

It seems like a simple operation. When you open it, you will see that the situation is completely different from auxiliary examinations. This kind of case is common.

After all, the heart is separated from the belly, and auxiliary examinations must not be completely consistent with the actual situation under the naked eye.

If someone must be responsible and someone must be a villain, then let yourself do it.

Director Pan made up his mind and pressed the intercom button.

"Zheng Ren, the operation is over." Director Pan was in a heavy mood.

If possible, no one wants to give up treatment for a patient.

But things in the world are not satisfactory.

On the battlefield, how many comrades can be rescued if they can be transfused in time? How many comrades can avoid the misfortune of amputation if they can have a sterile operating room?

No, nothing is there.

Even Midi, who has been armed to the teeth, cannot do it.

Manpower is sometimes exhausted.

this……

This is fate!

Director Old Pan's words made Zheng Ren and Su Yun in the operating room slow down, but the two of them did not give up the operation and walked out of the interventional operating room, but were saying something.

Professor Pei sighed. He had seen many such situations, and he had to give up 100 surgeries.

If the blood supply artery cannot be found, so who can do what? Not to mention that the doctor can't stand it after a long time of X-ray exposure, can the patient lying in bed bear it?

A few minutes later, the two people in the operating room began to argue fiercely. Through the thick lead door, the radiation-proof leaded glass seemed to feel the tension.

Director Pan immediately stood up, opened the induction lead door, and walked in.

"What are you doing?" Director Pan's majesty burst out instantly.

"I'll try again." Zheng Ren said calmly, "The line time has exceeded 1 hour, so it's time for Su Yun to go out."

"Why?" Su Yun was wearing sterile gloves on his hand, otherwise he should have gently lifted the black hair on his forehead with his hand and showed his contempt for Zheng Ren.

"I am a craftsman, and I have the right to make a decision." Zheng Ren said.

"You really think..."

"Okay!" Director Pan interrupted the two of them, glanced at Zheng Ren and Su Yun, and saw that Zheng Ren was determined, he said: "Try it again, Su Yun, come out with me."

Su Yun can argue with Zheng Ren, and can criticize Zheng Ren with a sharp mouth, but he can't say a single redundant word in front of Director Pan.

He tore off the sterile surgical gown and threw it into the contaminated bucket angrily. He followed Director Pan behind him and left the interventional operating room in disgrace.

The heavy lead door closed again, Su Yun lowered his head, and his black hair was floating weakly on his forehead.

Tear the lead clothes and throw them into the corner of the operating room.

The lead clothes of more than ten pounds made a "bang", as if expressing Su Yun's deep dissatisfaction.

Director Pan ignored Su Yun's childish behavior. It's a young man, it's okay to have a little temper.

Besides, the operation is not over yet, even if you criticize it, you have to wait for the post-operative time and when there is no one.

The little waves subsided and the operation began again.

Without Su Yun, Zheng Ren's movements were slower and more cautious.

His hands were also replaced from normal left and right placement to cross-legged left and right hand, starting another super selection.

"Director Pan, your person is good." Professor Pei looked at the super-selected image intently and said lightly.

Director Pan felt bitter. The better he was, the more difficult he was in this situation.

Chang Yue saw that Su Yun's back was wet and penetrated by sweat. The green isolation suit had turned dark green. It was obvious that surgery was resistant to dozens of pounds. It was indeed a job that both physical and technical needs.

She turned and left, and soon came back, holding a bottle of water in her hand.

"Thank you." Su Yun lowered his head, and didn't even look at the image of the interventional surgery. He took the water and said softly.

Chang Yue wanted to comfort Su Yun, but his lips moved slightly, but he didn't know what to say.

In the operating room, Zheng Ren has already selected the hepatic artery, renal artery, and superior mesenteric artery, and is now selecting the spinal cord support artery.

Still not!

After completing the super-selecting of the spinal cord supply artery, Zheng Ren did not end as agreed and started the next super-selecting again.

Director Pan couldn't help it anymore, pressed the intercom button and said seriously and sternly: "Zheng Ren, I order you to end the operation!"

Zheng Yunxia was lying on the operating table, but she knew about the local infiltration and anesthesia at the femoral artery at the root of the thigh.

Listening to Director Old Pan, she suddenly said: "Doctor Zheng, let's end."

"Life and death have fate, but I have bad luck, I know. Thank you for your help, really."

Zheng Ren's hand was clotted for a few seconds, then lowered the guide wire and the catheter and whispered: "Don't move."

After saying that, he walked out.

"Director Pan, the super selection will be completed soon." Zheng Ren said firmly, "Once you give up, all your previous efforts will be wasted."

"It's been two hours! Something must have happened, so who can explain me!" Director Pan was so irritable that he was a male lion.

"Doctor Zheng, just do your best, let's end it." Although Professor Pei was not able to order Zheng Ren, he still persuaded him.

Zheng Ren shook his head without hesitation and said, "Director Pan, I'll try it again."

"That's what you said just now!"

"Now, I am an operator, and I know the most about the operation." Zheng Renjian said: "There are not many arteries that need to be super-selected. All I can think of is short gastric arteries and aorta, which will be over soon. You said yes, Professor Pei."

Professor Pei sat in a wheelchair and pondered.

The operating room suddenly became silent like death.

"There are also intercostal arteries, so you can try them." Professor Pei carefully and was very cautious.

Zheng Ren nodded and then looked at Director Pan.

Director Pan kept looking at Zheng Ren's eyes, and the two looked at each other for five seconds.
Chapter completed!