Chapter 1798

"Bleeding?!" President Shao said in surprise and then pressed the intercom, "don't step on the line. I'll go in for surgery right away."

"Mr. Shao, wait outside." Su Yun said: "the boss has opened. Boss, have you found the location of the aneurysm?"

"Shao always took the clip of the aneurysm." Zheng Ren's voice was very low. It was obviously far from the intercom.

"Yes, yes." President Shao was in a cold sweat. He thought there was no need to bring an aneurysm clip.

But the last time boss Zheng came to the neurosurgery consultation, he took a female student with a temporal fall directly to the stage for surgery. He also began to have a kind of crazy confidence in boss Zheng.

Confidence can not be accumulated and improved by rumors, but by 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 intervention to neurosurgery to general surgery, as long as the guide wire can reach the position, you can solve it by surgery!" Professor Rudolph Wagner spoke loudly while Su Yun stopped stepping on the line.

"Rich son, you're late." Su Yun smiled at the professor outside the lead glass and said, "you will be punished."

"Brother Yun, don't blame me. I came here awkwardly. It's fast!" Professor Rudolph Wagner complained.

"The boss won't care how far you live and how blocked the road is." Su Yun said, "just now the boss said he would take your name off the Nobel Prize list."

"GAHA!" Although he knew that Su Yun was joking, Professor Rudolph Wagner was still startled.

"Su Yun, don't make trouble." Zheng Ren said, "rich children brush their hands on the stage. Su Yun, you come with me to bridge the middle cerebral artery."

"Boss, I'm a thoughtful doctor." Su Yun turned to step down and tore off his sterile clothes, still pleading in his mouth.

"Just give me a hand. Zeiss's microscope is good. Don't you want to have a look?" Zheng Ren said steadily.

Listening to Zheng Ren's tone, Su Yun was relieved.

I guess it's no problem.

"Lao he, are you okay?" Su Yun asked.

Lao he made a V gesture and said, "extracorporeal membrane lung reduces the burden on the patient's heart. Now it's much better. Boss Zheng solved the problem of aneurysm bleeding. I think she can live."

"I don't have to estimate. I'm sure I can live." Zheng Ren said firmly.

"Boss, you said, what music can you hear when you have an operation?" Su Yun turned to brush his hands and nagged as he walked.

Zheng Ren didn't speak and continued to operate under the microscope.

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

Good luck? If you don't play this song during surgery, do you want to play sadness and music?

It's unlucky.

"Boss Zheng, can you do it?" President Shao came in and saw Su Yun brush his hands. He asked in a low voice.

"It should be no problem. It's just a small intracranial aneurysm." Zheng Rendao.

It's just... Intracranial... Small aneurysms

Mr. Shao was speechless.

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

The most important thing for a really awesome neurosurgeon is to overcome aneurysms. Secondly, it is rare diseases such as glioma.

"Boss Zheng, let me have a look?" President Shao handed the clip to the itinerant nurse and whispered a request.

"The live broadcast of Xinglin garden is much better than what you see here." Zheng Ren said with a smile, "go get your cell phone."

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

Mr. Shao gave a pep talk and ran out at once.

Because it's a hybrid operating room, there's no signal at all. The signal in the operation room was only half as good as that outside. President Shao said hello, said he had something to call himself, and ran to the dressing room to watch the live broadcast.

Soon Su Yun came back and dressed again. The airtight lead door was closed.

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

"Zheng can always do aneurysm surgery. Go back and remind me to prepare some surgical clips." Feng Xuhui said.

"How many?" Liu Xiaojie asked in surprise.

"Well, it's estimated that it won't take much. This time, the situation is too special. Generally, President Zheng's intervention will block the aneurysm without surgery."

"Then why do you operate?"

"Alas, didn't you just say that we should do the bypass operation of the middle cerebral artery to treat moyamoya disease." Feng Xuhui did not scold Liu Xiaojie, but simply talked about it.

He is introspecting himself.

Is neurosurgery going to be involved? Boss Zheng's speed of contacting other disciplines is much faster than his own learning speed.

Feng Xuhui has some troubles.

It seems that the big box in front of me is not big enough. Do you want to change to a bigger box?

Professor Zhang watched the aneurysm clamped, the bleeding stopped, the airtight lead door opened, and Professor Rudolph Wagner and Liu zewei came out.

He wondered why boss Zheng would do any operation.

There is no operation in the operation room, only the patient's ECG monitoring can be seen.

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

Extracorporeal membrane lung gives the patient's fragile heart a rest. On the whole, the patient's condition is getting better and better.

"Lao Zhang, what are you doing?" Ringer came in, patted Professor Zhang on the shoulder and asked.

"Er..." Professor Zhang concluded.

How do you answer? Don't you think you can worship boss Zheng here.

However, ringer just said hello to him and didn't expect Professor Zhang to speak. Even Professor Zhang couldn't hear what he said.

Ringer walked directly into the operating room, "boss Zheng, the legal documents have been signed, very smoothly."

"Director Lin, the operation is also very smooth." Lao he sat on the bench, dressed in lead clothes, looking at the values of various indexes of adventitia lung.

"Is it sure to go well? I don't need to think about it." Ringer's hearty laughter was mixed with the song of good luck, and Professor Zhang sounded a little harsh.

"What did you do?" Ringer then asked, "neurosurgery is not good at this point. The operation area is too small."

"The boss is doing an end-to-side anastomosis of the temporal branch stump of the superficial temporal artery to the M4 segment." Su Yun said faintly.

Unfortunately, ringer doesn't understand what M4 matching means.

He just smiled and listened to Su Yun. The operation should be almost finished.

"Dr. Su, have you also studied neurosurgery?" Asked ringer.

"No, I've just seen a few operations." Su Yun is serious. This is a live operation. He must show his strongest surgical techniques.