The air-tight lead door has been closed, and as Zheng Ren's blind selection ended, the screen then lit up.

The micro guidewire has been blindly selected to a very deep position. Zhu Liangchen knew that if he had done blind selection by himself, he would definitely not be able to get here.

Inadvertently, he had already recognized Zheng Ren's surgical level. If he couldn't even do the super selection well, could he be recommended as a Nobel Prize project?

Then the super selection depends on the technical level.

The micro-guided wire enters the next level of hepatic artery without any speed. No matter how strange the angle is or how thin the lumen is, it does not hinder the entry of the micro-guided wire.

His level is so high. Zhu Liangchen was shocked when he looked at the super selection process of micro guide wires.

Boss Zheng really not only did the tips surgery well, but his overall intervention level was much higher than his level.

Maybe he can stop the bleeding smoothly, and Zhu Liangchen cannot be sure, so he can only hope that Zheng Ren will succeed.

Under normal circumstances, every doctor never hopes that the surgery will fail. No matter from any perspective, no one will think so.

But Zhu Liangchen thought in his mind that the risk of phase two surgery is too high, and it is enough to not only have the next stent. Anyway, I have mastered the selection of points for the first-stage tips surgery, so it is OK to stop making such risky attempts in the future.

Although the patient has to face the risk of increased blood ammonia and hepatic encephalopathy, it is always much better than bleeding in the second stage surgery.

Just as he was watching, Zhu Liangchen suddenly saw the micro guide wire stopping at a certain point, and the micro catheter went in.

here……

The location seems a bit shallow.

Although it is very lucky for most interventional doctors, including themselves, to be able to choose this place, and they have to feel a big touch.

However, there was no difficulty in Zheng Ren's super selection before, and Zhu Liangchen felt that he could definitely make further super selections.

After hesitating for a moment, I saw that the microcatheter had reached its position. If I didn’t ask any questions, I would be embolized immediately.

Although Zhu Liangchen didn't want to talk to Zheng Ren, he was like a child who made a mistake and didn't want to face it directly, he still made up his mind and pressed the intercom button.

"Boss Zheng, please come out." Zhu Liangchen said in a deep voice.

Zheng Ren knew what Zhu Liangchen meant, and he couldn't say such words loudly. The patient was in a state of local anesthesia and could hear anything he said clearly.

Although the condition has not changed much, the liver bleeding point is pressed by the stent and not much blood is produced. It is still far from hemorrhagic shock. I just lie down for a few hours, but the patient is obviously a little impatient.

Especially the craftsman has been replaced.

Local anesthesia surgery is the worst.

Zheng Ren stopped crossing the line, looked at Director Kong, and whispered, "I'll go and explain the situation to Teacher Zhu."

Director Kong nodded.

He opened the air-tight lead door with his feet, raised his hands in front of his chest, and came to the operating room.

"Boss Zheng, the super-selected position is a bit shallow."

"Teacher Zhu, you can't go any further." Zheng Ren said.

"Why?" Zhu Liangchen blurted out his questions.

"Because the operation you just did causes large-scale contusion to the liver parenchyma and capillary bleeding." Zheng Ren's words were very calm, just a simple statement of a fact.

No anger, no accusation.

But even so, every sentence and every word is like an invisible hand, slapping Zhu Liangchen on the face.

Zhu Liangchen's face changed and his fists were clenched with his hands. He wanted to refute, but couldn't find what to say.

What a fuck! Why do you need to learn tips surgery?! He roared in his heart, but he couldn't yell at Zheng Ren.

"If it's okay, I'll go for surgery." Zheng Ren Anran said.

Zhu Liangchen didn't say anything, but turned around and looked at the screen.

Zheng Ren returned to the operating room, closed the air-tight lead door, and the operation continued.

Director Kong did not question Zheng Ren's operations. After years of rich clinical experience, he had vaguely guessed what Zheng Ren meant. Especially since he had a kind of trust in Zheng Ren, Zheng Ren's approach made sense. As long as it was not out of line, he would do it well.

After forty-two minutes, the fine embolization of the six small arteries finally ended.

Zheng Ren finished the second phase tips surgery, waited for ten minutes, and then had another imaging.

There were no signs of heavy bleeding within the liver parenchyma and the operation was over.

"Thank you hard," said Director Kong.

"It should be." Zheng Ren smiled, tore off the sterile surgical gown, threw it into the medical waste trash can, and turned around to remove the lead gown.

The two took off their lead clothes and returned to the operating room.

At this time, the young doctor under Zhu Liangchen was doing a compression and stopping bleeding, and Zheng Ren didn't have to worry about sending the patient.

"Thank you." Zhu Liangchen looked at Director Kong and said, "It's time to eat, let's go out for a meal."

Director Kong didn't say anything and glanced at Zheng Ren.

"You go, I'll take a look at the splenic omentum when I go back. There will be live surgery tomorrow, so be cautious." Zheng Ren smiled and rejected Zhu Liangchen's invitation.

Although Zhu Liangchen also said this invitation with a pinched nose, he felt very fed up with having dinner with Zheng Ren, but after all, they came to put out the fire and went back like this without even having a meal. It was too unreasonable.

After hearing Zheng Ren's rejection, Zhu Liangchen felt mixed feelings.

Angry at the fact that a young doctor refused his invitation,

It’s easier to face this person or your own mistakes.

Zheng Ren turned around and said, "Director Kong, I'm going to change my clothes."

Director Kong nodded and said, "Boss Zheng, you can call a car back by yourself. I have a little hypoglycemia, eat and leave."

"Okay." Zheng Ren went directly to the locker room and changed his clothes.

When Zheng Ren left, Director Kong looked at Zhu Liangchen and was speechless for a long time. Hypoglycemia and other things were just excuses, and everyone knows this.

Zhu Liangchen was at a loss when Director Kong saw him.

After a long time, the patient was sent back, Director Kong sighed, patted Zhu Liangchen on the shoulder, and said, "Let's go and see the patient."

"Yes." Zhu Liangchen nodded and said.

"Old Wu, alas." Endless words were filled with a long sigh.

...

Zheng Ren changed his clothes and walked out of the gate of the Imperial Capital Liver and Gallbladder Hospital with light steps.

Director Zhou Chunyong has invited him. He has gone out of the clinic these days and focused on patients with cirrhosis and portal hypertension.

It is said that some patients have been admitted, and Zheng Ren did not take the initiative to contact Zhou Chunyong and did not know the specific numbers.

If this kind of Imperial Capital's 3 A specialized hospital is open, it will take ten or twenty surgeries a day, just like playing.

However, Zheng Ren did not go to find Zhou Chunyong. After all, he came to save Taiwan and could not explain to Zhou Chunyong.

Although I think Zhu Liangchen is just like that, Zheng Ren is not the kind of person who takes the blame.

After walking out of the hospital, Zheng Rencai picked up his cell phone.

I was originally going to send a message to Xiao Yiren, asking what to eat tonight, whether I would take the subway home or wait for Yiren to pick me up.
Chapter completed!