The Surgeon's Studio Chapter 1034 - Textbook-style Classic Surgery

Chapter 1034: Textbook-style Cla.s.sic Surgery

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This level is not bad, Dr. Charles thought as he quietly watched.

The field of surgery was so familiar. If he did it himself… As he watched, he imagined what he would do if he was the one doing the surgery.

Although the way of thinking was slightly different, it could always solve the problem.

Starting from the thoracolumbar spine, the tissue around the renal sympathetic nerve was dissociated. The anatomical structure was clear, neither too fast nor too slow. As he walked down bit by bit, Dr. Charles felt relaxed.

Gradually, the sympathetic nerves began to accompany the renal artery and appeared near the advent.i.tia of the blood vessel.

The dissociation of the advent.i.tia of the blood vessel did not affect the blood vessel itself. It was only a hair’s breadth away, but every time there was a scare, the blood vessel was not affected at all.

Soon, the surgical field followed the sympathetic nerves and moved along the operative view to the narrow section of the kidney.

This was the focus of the entire surgery.

When he saw this, Dr. Brock Lesnar gradually realized that Zheng Ren’s diagnosis seemed to be correct.

No matter how much he wanted to deny it, he could only helplessly admit that there was indeed a problem with the radiofrequency ablation.

Unlike the previous conjectures, this was a surgical operation. It could directly display the physiological and anatomical structures of the patient.

If there was anything that could convince people, the anatomy would definitely be the most intuitive.

Seeing the renal sympathetic nerve plunge into the narrow segment of the renal artery, Dr. Brock Lesnar’s heart was in his throat.

It was here that the problem occurred. No wonder after the renal artery stent was removed, the patient’s blood pressure continued to rise, accompanied by various heart diseases.

This proved that the RDN operation to remove the renal sympathetic nerve had failed.

The renal sympathetic nerve still existed, and because there was relatively hard scar tissue in the narrow segment of the renal artery, the renal sympathetic nerve was compressed after the renal artery was propped up by the stent, showing all the symptoms after that.

The research on RDN had failed… The more Dr. Brock Lesnar looked at it, the more depressed he became.

It was no longer a guess, but he had seen it with his own eyes. There was no way to refute this point, and there was no way to refute it.

This was not the main point. Dr. Brock Lesnar really could not understand why this situation had happened.

The rest was just whether the surgery had succeeded or failed. Dr. Brock Lesnar did not really care about this.

He stood to the side dejectedly. The light and shadow on the big screen flickered and reflected on his face as it was flickering.

The other doctors also gradually realized this. The surgery that was supposed to be a wonderful one and the research on their RDN research made the doctors want to grab something and smash the screen to vent their anger.

No one wanted to fail, especially the researchers.

If they failed once, in a sense, perhaps their lifetime’s efforts would be in vain. It was hard to say whether there would be any new projects in the future, or what role they would play in the new project team.

It could be said that the future was bleak, very bleak.

Although they had a lot of things on their minds, the surgery on the screen was like a natural law that did not s.h.i.+ft according to human will. It was proceeding at a leisurely pace.

A very thick sympathetic nerve had already drifted out. Dr. Charles knew that the surgery could basically be declared a success.

Although he did not like interventional surgery, and the Doctor who performed the surgery was an interventional doctor, it did not affect his appreciation of such a perfect surgery.

In Dr. Charles’ eyes, this surgery was simply a work of art — a perfect work of art!

This was a textbook-style cla.s.sic surgery. The skills and techniques of the surgeon were already close to the level of his prime.

Professor Charles looked at him with appreciation. When the kidney sympathetic nerve, which looked very thick under a fifty-fold microscope, was freed, he stood up.

“After the surgery, ask this doctor to go to my laboratory and look for me,” Professor Charles said. “Also, make a copy of the video of the surgery for me.”

Professor Brock Lesnar nodded repeatedly, not daring to raise any doubts.

As long as he could send him away, Brock Lesnar was willing to do anything.

But just as Dr. Charles was about to turn around, a sudden change occurred.

On the screen, a black shadow covered almost half of the screen as if the sky had fallen.

Dr. Charles was stunned for a moment. His body was slightly startled, and he frowned as he looked.

The hemostatic forceps under the fifty-fold mirror looked so thick that it looked like an oolong. It roared and bit on the sympathetic nerves of the kidney that had just swam out.

Uh…

Everyone was stunned. Dr. Charles raised his hand and pointed at the screen with trembling fingers. He could feel that the old man was so angry that he could not speak.

This surgery was originally a perfect work of art, but because of the reckless operation of the operator, it was all ruined!

All ruined! Dr. Charles was so angry that he was speechless.

Brock was afraid that something would happen to Dr. Charles in his laboratory. After all, the old man had a bad heart. If he died in his laboratory, it would be difficult for him to stay in the Mayo Clinic, let alone the project.

It was not even a big deal if he stayed or not. It was a problem whether he could still stand in the academic world in the future.

He quickly held Dr. Charles and tried to slow down his voice, but before he could speak, Dr. Charles shook his hand away forcefully.

Although the old man was old and did not have much strength left, Brock did not dare to use force.

“Nonsense!” Dr. Charles said angrily. He was so angry that the veins on the back of his forehead and hand bulged.

Brock was scared out of his wits. The old man’s blood pressure was soaring. Something was going to happen.

This d.a.m.n guy! Brock cursed Zheng Ren in his heart. He hurriedly held onto Dr. Charles, afraid that he would collapse in his arms.

If something happened, he would be sent away immediately. At worst, he would be sent to the ICU. No matter what, he could not die in his own laboratory.

However, in the next second, Dr. Charles’ angry expression froze. His arm was stiff. He pointed at the big screen and did not move.

Dr. Brock Lesnar’s heart sank.

It was over; this was a cerebral infarction… or maybe it was a intracranial hemorrhage.

The hand that was holding Dr. Charles began to tremble. Brock Lesnar wanted to control himself, and his brain quickly thought about which department he should send the Doctor to.

He must be sent away, he must be sent away. Brock Lesnar tried hard to control his nervous mood, but his whole body had become stiff, like a puppet, and he could not move at all.

Vaguely, Brock could hear the creaking sound between his joints. It was so loud and ear-piercing.

“I must not let Dr. Charles fall. I have to hold him.”

A few seconds later, a voice came to Brock’s ears. “Is there a problem with the ECG monitoring?”