"What kind of surgery?" Zheng Ren was surprised. He had never thought about the number one in the world.

"Prostate interventional embolization treatment." Director Pan said with a smile.

Prostate...that is also called a disease?

Zheng Ren's mood just now was knocked to the bottom of the valley.

"Little comrade, what's your expression?" said Director Pan, who was serious and pretended.

"No." Zheng Ren lowered his head and quickly changed his clothes.

"Think about it, so many old comrades have worked hard to establish the New China. When they are old, shouldn't they have a better quality of life?" Director Pan's expression was very serious.

Zheng Ren thought about it, the same is true. In elderly men, if they have severe prostate hyperplasia, they are really worse than death.

Ordinary hoses cannot get in, and metal urethra spys are needed.

In the emergency room, when dealing with those scoundrels who pretend to die and refuse to get up, a few urethral stimulations are enough to make a big man beg for mercy, let alone urethral spies.

"But the prostate has no blood vessels." Zheng Ren recalled the anatomy book and said hesitantly.

"There are no large blood vessels for supplying blood vessels, and there are still capillary networks." Director Pan obviously did his homework, "especially for patients with severe hyperplasia, the capillaries become thicker and larger, so you can try interventional embolism."

Uh... Zheng Ren was still dewy. Since Director Pan said that, it would be fine to go to the imperial capital. After all, it was the kindness of Professor Pei and Director Pan, but Zheng Ren was not optimistic about this kind of surgery.

The blood vessels for liver cancer are so difficult to find, let alone the prostate.

After changing his clothes quickly, Zheng Ren rushed out of the locker room first, "I'll go wear lead clothes."

Director Pan smiled and shook his head.

The radiation ray energy-converting lead jacket was taken out from the system space, and Zheng Ren breathed a sigh of relief after putting it on.

When I arrived at the interventional operating room, I saw that Su Yun had prepared the operation sheet and was chatting with Zheng Yunxia.

Interventional surgery for liver cancer is a local invasive anesthesia, anesthesia near the femoral artery at the root of the thigh, and then punctured.

It can be said that this is minimally invasive among minimally invasive. Like needle acupuncture, all operations rely on the skills of the surgeon.

There are also disadvantages, that is, the surgeon has to withstand a lot of X-rays, but the patient doesn’t care. A surgery can only cost dozens of minutes of line eating time, and the next time may not be the case.

As for the doctor, it is possible that the next surgery will be done after this surgery, and the accumulated amount of eating is much larger.

Fortunately, Zheng Ren has system equipment, so there is no need to think too much about this.

Seeing Zheng Ren coming up, Su Yun said, "I'll pierce?"

"Yeah." Zheng Ren nodded, responded, and began to brush his hands, disinfect his hands, and wear sterile clothes.

When he stood at the operating table, the puncture was done. The arterial sheath was neatly arranged, and the guide wire had entered about ten centimeters. Su Yun stood in the assistant position and held the guide wire quietly waiting for Zheng Ren to start the operation.

It feels really good to have an assistant, and Zheng Ren once again praised it in his heart.

In Xinglin Garden, the live broadcast begins.

[The master rarely opens live broadcasts recently. Do you know why?]

[There is no new surgery patient, I always repeat a live operation, and I am tired of watching it.]

【That is, the previous surgery has been recorded with videos.】

[Didn't you notice that all the videos disappeared three days ago? Just watch them live broadcasts in the future, and the great gods will not teach their skills for free.]

[Ah! Why didn't I pay attention? Fortunately, I have saved it. Does the great master want to sell it with live broadcast of the surgery?]

The barrage of the Xinglin Garden live broadcast room was flying everywhere, and gradually, everyone became familiar with each other here, especially those guys who posted barrage quickly, obviously they were little doctors, but they didn't know if there was a big bull standing behind them.

【This time it’s...I went, it turned out to be liver cancer!】

【Fuss, although interventional surgery for liver cancer is not common, it is definitely not common.】

[Indeed, interventional surgery is one of the most effective treatment methods for liver cancer, and radiofrequency ablation is said to be comparable to surgical resection.]

[Small place, no interventional department, I was worried. After seeing the great master's surgery, I wanted to change my career and study intervention.]

[With surgery on a thirty or forty kilograms of lead, you must keep your eyes firm. Can you do it? Don’t dream about the young man, do your promising job in surgery.]

During the live broadcast, the surgeon was blindly sending a microcatheter. There was nothing good to watch, everyone was wearing it.

Soon, the perspective changed to the operator's position, and the images on the screen appeared in the live broadcast.

【Huh? Not right.】

Generally, after the operation is started, there is no accident, and everyone has a tacit understanding of barrage. Because barrage will image the perspective of the operation, hindering the viewing of the operation. Especially for some small angles, operations are the essence of the operation.

But when the image appears, a barrage appears alone.

Look at the ID, it is written clearly that the interventional physician should not be too obvious.

Some people have an impression of him, and they should also be a doctor in the interventional department. They keep complaining about the pain of the interventional doctor, the one you don’t know.

Fortunately, there are relatively few interventional physicians. If ordinary foreign doctors label them like this... there is no difference between not having an ID.

【What happened, let’s talk about it.】

【Yes, I didn’t see...I went, didn’t I have liver cancer? Why did I go to the short gastric artery?】

[I read it right, do you need to embolize the short gastric artery? Then perform a major gastrectomy?]

As the micro guidewire deepened, not only the interventional physicians, but also other general surgeons also saw something was wrong.

Everyone knows the normal artery shape and basic anatomy.

Liver cancer, interventional surgery, isn’t it the branches of the hepatic artery that embolizes the supply of liver cancer? Where did he do when he goes to the short gastric artery?

[Interventional physician, let me tell you, is there anything wrong with the short gastric artery being embolized? Is it the same as the uterine artery?]

As the direction of the micro guidewire is confirmed, everyone's doubts are getting bigger and bigger.

Because I didn't know much, I asked the interventional physicians one after another.

[Unlike the uterus, once the short gastric artery is embolized, it will lead to ischemic necrosis of the stomach in a short period of time. The consequence is that it must be removed!]

Interventional doctors rarely use exclamation marks at the end of a sentence.

Even an exclamation mark was not enough, and he sent three more exclamation marks to express his deepest shock.

If the live broadcast number is the first time to broadcast, everyone will think it is a newbie and the surgery is awkward.

However, in the live broadcast of hundreds of surgeries in dozens of days, all those who had questioned the live broadcast account were ruthlessly slapped in the face.

Now, no one dares to say that the surgeon has done the surgery. Generally, if you dare to say this, within three minutes, a loud slap will be heard on the face.

[Does the great god have any new intentions?]

【I don't know either……】

[Look quietly, I have absolute trust in the great god.]
Chapter completed!