The airtight lead door was closed early, and with the end of the blind election of Zheng Ren, the screen then lit up.
The micro-guide wire has been blindly selected to a very deep position. Zhu Liangchen knows that if he chooses to do blind selection, he will definitely not be here.
Inadvertently, he has already approved Zheng Ren's surgical level. If even the super-selection is not done well, can it be recommended as a Nobel Prize project?
Then the over-selection depends on the technical level.
The micro-guide wire does not enter the next-stage hepatic artery, no matter how different the angle, no matter how thin the lumen, it does not hinder the entry of the micro-guide wire.
The level is really high, Zhu Liangchen looked at the super-selection process of the micro-guidewire, and my heart was amazed.
Zheng Bo is really not only doing a good job of TIPS surgery, but the overall level of intervention must go beyond his own level.
Maybe he can stop bleeding smoothly, Zhu Liangchen can not be sure, can only look forward to Zheng Ren's success.
Every doctor will never want surgery to fail under normal circumstances. No matter from which point of view, no one will think about it.
It’s just that Zhu Liangchen’s heart is secretly pondering. The risk of the second-stage surgery is too high, and it’s not just the next stent. Anyway, the first phase of the TIPS surgery has already been mastered. I will not try this kind of adventure in the future. It is always OK.
Although it is necessary to face the risk of elevated blood ammonia and hepatic encephalopathy, it is always much better than the bleeding of the second stage surgery.
Looking at it, Zhu Liangchen suddenly saw the micro-guide wire stopped at a certain point, and the micro-catheter went in.
Here……
The location seems a bit shallow.
Although it is very fortunate for most of the interventional doctors, including themselves, to be over-selected here, it is necessary to feel a big blow.
However, before Zheng Ren’s super-election, there was no slight difficulty. Zhu Liangchen felt that he would definitely be able to make further over-selection.
Hesitated for a moment, see the microcatheter has reached the position, if you do not ask questions, it will soon be embolized.
Although Zhu Liangchen did not want to talk to Zheng Ren, it was like a child who made a mistake and didn't want to face it directly, but he still had a heart and pressed the button of the intercom.
"Zheng boss, trouble out." Zhu Liangchen said quietly.
Zheng Ren knows Zhu Liangchen's meaning. There is no way to say it out loud. The patient is in a state of local anesthesia and can hear everything clearly.
Although the state has not changed, the hemorrhage of the liver is pressed by the stent, and there is not much blood. It is still far away from hemorrhagic shock. Just lying for a few hours, but the patient is obviously already impatient.
In particular, the surgeon was replaced.
Local anesthesia, this is the worst.
Zheng Ren stopped stepping on the line and looked at Director Kong, whispered: "I went to explain the situation with Teacher Zhu."
Director Kong nodded.
Open the airtight lead door with your feet, and Zheng Ren raised his hands on his chest and came to the operation room.
"Zheng boss, the location of the over-selection is a bit shallow."
"Mr. Zhu, can't go over the election any more." Zheng Rendao.
"Why?" Zhu Liangchen's question blurted out.
"Because of the operation you just did, it caused a large area of contusion to the liver parenchyma, and there was capillary oozing." Zheng Ren's words are very calm, but simply state a fact.
No anger, no blame.
But even then, every word, every word, is like an invisible hand, a slap in the face of Zhu Liangchen's face.
Zhu Liangchen's face was red and white, his hands were clenched, and he wanted to refute, but he could not find what to say.
What a special thing! Why study TIPS surgery? ! He was angry in his heart, but he could not come out to Zheng Ren.
"If nothing happens, I will go to the surgery." Zheng Ren said safely.
Zhu Liangchen did not say anything, but twisted and looked at the screen.
Zheng Ren returned to the operating room, closed the airtight lead door, and the operation continued.
Director Kong did not question Zheng Ren’s operation. Many years of rich clinical experience have already vaguely guessed the meaning of Zheng Ren. In particular, he has a kind of trust in Zheng Ren. Zheng Ren’s approach is justified. As long as he is not out of the ordinary, he will do it well.
Forty-two minutes, the fine embolization of the six small arteries finally ended.
Zheng Ren finished the second phase of TIPS surgery, waited for ten minutes, and then angiography again.
In the liver parenchyma, there is no sign of massive bleeding, and the surgery is over.
"Working hard." Director Kong said.
"Should." Zheng Ren smiled, tore off the sterile surgical gown, threw it into the medical waste bin, and turned to take off the lead.
The two took off their lead and returned to the operating room.
At this time, Zhu Liangchen's little doctor is doing a press to stop bleeding, and then the problem of sending patients, do not have to worry about Zheng Ren.
“Thank you.” Zhu Liangchen looked at Kong Director and said: “When you get to the meal, go out for a meal.”
Director Kong did not speak and looked at Zheng Ren.
"You go, I will go back to see a spleen retina, and there are live surgery in Minger, be careful." Zheng Ren smiled and refused Zhu Liangchen's invitation.
Although Zhu Liangchen was also holding his nose and said that he was very tired of eating with Zheng Ren, after all, people came to fight the fire, and even if they didn't eat even the meal, they would go back. It was awkward.
Listening to Zheng Ren’s refusal, Zhu Liangchen’s heart is full of miscellaneous.
Angry at a young doctor who refused his invitation,
It's easy to face this person without facing your own mistakes.
Zheng Ren turned and said: "Director Kong, I am going to change clothes."
Director Kong nodded and said: "Zheng boss, you call a car to go back, I am a little hypoglycemic, eat and go."
"Okay." Zheng Ren went directly to the locker room and changed clothes.
When Zheng Ren left, Director Kong looked at Zhu Liangchen for a long time without words. What is hypoglycemia? It’s just an excuse. Everyone knows this.
Zhu Liangchen was stunned by Director Kong.
After a long time, the patient was sent back, and Director Kong sighed and patted Zhu Liangchen’s shoulder and said, “Look at the patients and go.”
"Yeah." Zhu Liangchen nodded.
"The old five, hehe." Endless words, all in one sigh.
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Zheng Ren changed his clothes Stepping out of the door of the Emperor Hepatobiliary Hospital with a brisk pace.
Director Zhou Chunyong has already sent an invitation to himself. He has been out of the clinic in the past few days and put his energy on patients with cirrhosis and portal hypertension.
It is said that some patients have been collected. The specific figures, Zheng Ren did not take the initiative to contact Zhou Chunyong, I do not know.
This kind of Emperor's top three specialist hospitals, if opened up, 10 sets a day, 20 sets of surgery, just like playing.
However, Zheng Ren did not go to Zhou Chunyong. After all, he came to save the station. He couldn’t explain it to Zhou Chunyong.
Although Zhu Liangchen is a general person, Zheng Ren is not the kind of person who falls into the stone.
Out of the hospital, Zheng Rencai picked up the phone.
I was prepared to send a message to the Xiaoyi people and ask what to eat at night. I am going to take the subway home or wait for the Iraqis to pick them up.
I did not expect that there were seven or eight missed calls on the phone.