Chapter 1033 Textbook Classic Surgery

This level is okay, Dr. Charles watched quietly.

The surgical field is so familiar, if he did it by himself... As he watched, he imagined what he would do if he was performing the operation.

Although the line of thinking is slightly different, it always solves the problem.

Starting from the thoracolumbar spine, the surrounding tissue of the renal sympathetic nerve is freed. The anatomical structure is clear and clear, and it is not fast or slow. Walking down a little bit, Dr. Charles feels relaxed and happy.

Gradually descending, the sympathetic nerves begin to accompany the renal arteries and emerge near the adventitia of the vessels.

The free vascular adventitia does not affect the blood vessel itself, only a slight difference, but every time there is no danger, the blood vessel is not affected at all.

Soon, the surgical field followed the sympathetic nerve and came to the narrow segment of the kidney.

Here is the focus of the whole operation.

When seeing this, Dr. Brock Lesnar gradually realized that the diagnosis given by Zheng Ren 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.

Different from the previous conjectures, this is a surgical operation, which can intuitively see the patient's physiological structure and anatomical structure.

If there is anything convincing, anatomy must be the most intuitive.

Dr. Brock Lesnar's heart was in his throat when he saw the renal sympathetic nerve plunge into the stenosis of the renal artery.

It is here that something went wrong. No wonder after the renal artery stent was removed, the patient's blood pressure continued to rise, accompanied by various heart diseases.

This demonstrates the failure of RDN surgery with renal sympathetic denervation.

The renal sympathetic nerve still exists, and because the renal artery stenosis has relatively hard scar tissue, after the renal artery is stretched by the stent, the renal sympathetic nerve is compressed, and all subsequent symptoms appear.

There are studies on RDN that have failed... Dr. Brock Lesnar is getting more and more frustrated the more he watches.

It is no longer a guess, but a real "personal" seeing. There is no way to refute this, and there is no way to refute it.

This is not the main thing, Brock really can't figure out why this happens.

The rest is just the success or failure of the operation, and Dr. Brock Lesnar doesn't care much about this.

He stood dejectedly on the side, the light and shadow on the big screen flickered, reflecting on his face, cloudy or sunny.

The other doctors are also gradually realizing this point. It was a wonderful operation, and the doctors who researched the RDN research couldn't wait to copy something and smash the screen to vent their anger.

No one likes to fail, especially researchers.

If you fail once, in a sense, perhaps a lifetime of hard work will be in vain. It is hard to say whether there will be new projects in the future, and what role I will play in the new project team.

It can be said that the future is bleak, very bleak.

Although they had a lot of thoughts in their minds, the surgery on the screen was carried out in a leisurely manner, like a natural law that does not depend on human will.

A thick-looking sympathetic nerve had been freed, and Dr. Charles knew that the operation could basically be declared a success.

Although he didn't like interventional surgery very much, and the doctor who performed this operation was an interventional doctor, it didn't affect his appreciation of such a perfect operation.

In the eyes of Dr. Charles, this operation is simply a work of art, a flawless work of art!

This is a classic textbook-style operation, and the skills and techniques of the surgeon are already close to the level of his peak period.

Dr. Charles cast an admiring gaze, and when the renal sympathetic nerve, which looked thick under a fifty-fold microscope, was freed, he stood up.

"After the operation is finished, let this doctor go to my laboratory and look for me." Professor Charles said: "Also, give me a copy of the video of the operation."

Dr. Brock Lesnar nodded repeatedly, not daring to raise a single question.

As long as he can be sent away, Brock is willing to do anything.

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

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

Dr. Charles froze for a moment, his body was slightly startled, and he frowned.

The hemostatic forceps under the 50x magnification looked so thick, like an oolong, roaring, biting at the newly dissociated renal sympathetic nerve.

Well……

Everyone present was stunned. Dr. Charles raised his hand and pointed at the screen tremblingly. He could feel that the old man was so angry that he couldn't even speak.

This operation was originally a flawless work of art, but because of this reckless operation by the operator, it was completely ruined!

All ruined! Dr. Charles was speechless with rage.

Bullock 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, let alone the project, it would be difficult for him to stay at the Mayo Clinic.

It's not even a big deal if you can't stay. Whether you can gain a foothold in academia in the future is a problem.

He quickly supported Dr. Charles and slowed down his voice as much as possible, but before he could speak, Dr. Charles shook off his hand vigorously.

Although the old man is old and has little strength left, how dare Brock use his strength.

"Nonsense!" Dr. Charles said angrily, so angry that the veins on the back of his forehead bulged.

Brock was scared out of his wits, and the old man's blood pressure soared. This is the rhythm of something going wrong.

The damn guy! Bullock scolded Zheng Ren in his heart, and hurriedly supported Dr. Charles, for fear that his body would go limp and fall into his arms.

If something happens, send it away immediately. Worst of all, you have to send him to the ICU. You can't die in your own laboratory anyway.

However, in the next second, Dr. Charles' angry expression froze, his arms stiffened, and he pointed at the big screen, motionless.

Dr. Brock Lesnar's heart sank.

It's over, it's a cerebral infarction...or maybe it's a cerebral hemorrhage.

Xu Xu's hand supporting Dr. Charles began to tremble, and Brock Lesnar wanted to control it. His mind was thinking quickly about which department he wanted to send the doctor to.

Must be sent away, must be sent away, Bullock tried hard to control his nervous emotions, but his whole body became stiff at some point, like a puppet, unable to move at all.

Vaguely, Bullock could hear the creaking and creaking sounds between his joints, so loud and harsh.

You must not let Dr. Charles fall down, you must hold him up.

A few seconds later, a voice reached Bullock's ears—"Is there something wrong with the ECG monitoring?"