Chapter 1273 Direct Mafia (League Leader Ibanker Plus 4)

As the surgeon's assistant, experiencing this change in power is completely different from watching the live broadcast of the surgery.

The change of force and every direction on the guide wire became three-dimensional and concrete in his mind. Live surgery, you can't feel this at all.

That's what it feels like! Not at all! This is the feeling of breaking through the limits of human beings and finding turbulent flow!

Dr. Mayhal couldn't help but get excited.

He seemed to have forgotten that he was a patient, lying on the operating table with the guidewires running through his veins.

This excitement and excitement were intertwined, and Dr. Mayhal's heart rate began to speed up involuntarily.

"Stop." Zheng Ren, who had been paying attention to the ECG monitoring, suddenly said.

"Uh..." Dr. Mayhal was stunned for a moment. The operation went well. Why did he call for a stop?

"Doctor, your heart rate is already 102 beats per minute. If you can't control your emotions, I will let my assistant replace you." Zheng Ren said lightly.

"Okay, let me calm down." Dr. Mayhal closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then said, "Zheng, the feeling just now was really wonderful, and it was as perfect as I imagined. Next, can I do it?"

"Yes, but don't get excited." Zheng Ren said.

Dr. Mayhal didn't expect Zheng Ren to be so good at talking, he really said "yes" to himself!

The heart rate is a bit fast, but after all, I have touched the most difficult point of interventional surgery, and I am not excited at all, that is impossible.

Although it was only for a moment, he felt the feeling that he had dreamed of for so many years.

Turbulent flow, the unpredictable force that has the greatest impact on interventional surgery, Zheng was able to make judgments on the spot and control the guide wire to pass through the turbulent flow! And there seems to be more than one place. The operation after the turbulent flow is a bit complicated, and Dr. Mayhal cannot fully perceive it clearly.

It's really the hands that have been kissed by God, otherwise I can't explain it. It is absolutely impossible to believe that the guide wire can be manipulated to penetrate the turbulent flow.

Dr. Mayhal calmed down quickly, the levels of various hormones released by the body dropped, and the heart rate gradually returned to normal.

His ability to manage his emotions is superb.

It may be because he is a big bull in cardiology, and he also has heart disease, the result of subtle control over the years.

"Zheng, I can try." Dr. Mayhal silently counted his heartbeat, and finally opened his eyes and said to Zheng Ren.

"There is no need to understand the formulas of medical physics. The data is too complicated, and it is impossible to calculate and get a correct method in an instant. It depends on the feeling, Dr. Mayhal." Zheng Ren said.

Dr. Mayhal smiled, indicating that he knew.

After all, lying on the operating table, other actions can't be done.

The guide wire continued to travel in the radial artery, and Dr. Mayhal could feel that Zheng, who was in the surgeon's position, had less force on his hand. At this moment, he became an assistant.

The surgeon is himself, the patient lying on the operating table.

Dr. Mayhal twisted the micro-guide wire with his right hand, looked at the screen above, and the micro-guide wire moved forward little by little.

It is almost inevitable in interventional surgery that the guide wire and micro guide wire touch the vessel wall.

Unpredictable turbulence, the operator's manipulation, and blood vessels that are not much thicker than a microwire are all obstacles.

But for Dr. Mayhal, only turbulence is real and insurmountable. His right hand twisted the micro-guide wire slightly, feeling the insignificant force coming from the guide wire.

Here... for a split second, Dr. Mayhal felt the force of the turbulent flow in his veins. However, he only had time to make the first action, and then the micro-guide wire was deflected by the turbulent flow and hit the blood vessel wall.

"Dr. Mayhal, press the wrist down and move the finger 6° toward the fourth quadrant. This position can be passed. But after passing, the wrist must move to the upper left..." Zheng Ren corrected.

The microwire is still in the radial artery, and it's okay to touch the wall of the vessel, Dr. Mayhal knows that.

"Zheng, how did you react? Prediction or..."

"I have done a lot of surgery. After feeling the power of the turbulent flow, the body's natural response." Zheng Rendao, "Doctor, we need to speed up the operation. You still have 3 chances to try."

Only 3 chances left? Dr. Mayhal has some regrets.

But what Zheng Ren said was right, he was in an operation state now, and he was already an old man in his 80s, so he couldn't have a lot of time for himself to squander.

He held his breath and controlled the micro-guide wire to move forward.

Unfortunately, it is a pity that although Dr. Mayhal can feel the existence of turbulence, his body's reaction is completely incomparable to that of young Zheng Ren.

Every time it wants to respond, the blood flow in the blood vessel deflects the micro-guide ribbon and hits the wall of the blood vessel.

The last time, even lightly touched an arteriosclerotic plaque.

Dr. Mayhal sighed that the experience was poor. It's not as good as Zheng Ren's operation, he simply feels the feeling of penetrating the turbulent flow.

There is no way to reverse the aging of bodily functions.

"Zheng, it's up to you." Dr. Mayhal said with some regret: "As an assistant, I don't think I should take up too many practitioner resources."

Zheng Ren smiled and did not slander Dr. Mayhal. He nodded and said, "Doctor, the operation continues."

The control of the micro-guide wire was changed from Dr. Mayhal to Zheng Ren, as if it was an uncontrollable beast that was directly tamed.

advance in the vessel wall.

When encountering turbulence again, Dr. Mayhal looked at the image with his eyes, and felt the slight change in strength and angle with his hand holding the micro-guide wire.

It was so...

It was so...

It was so...

Constant enlightenment arose in Dr. Mayhal's heart.

At this time, he was no longer excited, as if he was feeling, experiencing, and improving when he first came into contact with the interventional discipline.

When the guide wire was about to enter the anterior descending branch, Zheng Ren suddenly raised his head and gave Lao He a look.

Lao He held the medicine in his hand and injected it directly.

Basic anesthesia refers to the method of putting the patient in a state of deep sleep or light anesthesia. Generally used for short-term operations, such as gastroenteroscopy, painless abortion...

After Zheng Ren tried many times, the constant failures made him impatient.

Let the doctor be anesthetized, it may be better, so Lao He will appear here.

The doctor felt that something was wrong, and immediately said: "Zheng..."

With just one word, he fell asleep.

Zheng Ren hastened the time for the operation. The basic anesthesia time was very short. If the operation could not be completed in 15 minutes, the administration should be continued. In that case, the risk is multiplied.

"Boss Zheng, is this okay?" Lao He held the syringe in his hand, a little panicked.

"There's nothing wrong." Zheng Ren said, "Su Yun, what are you looking at, the catcher."

Su Yun immediately stepped aside and acted as an assistant.

In his imagination, the scene where Zheng Ren would make continuous mistakes because of the huge pressure did not happen. Everything was the same as the previous surgery, simple, clean and neat.

What a pity, Su Yun had such an idea in his heart.

This kind of wooden man is really boring, what can you do if you give yourself a chance! Su Yun thought to himself.

But the operation continued, and it sped up instantly after Dr. Mayhal was given basic anesthesia. Su Yun can't do two things with one heart, and it's not enough to go all out to be an assistant.

Lao He also noticed that the speed of the operation has improved. It turned out that Boss Zheng was teaching a surgery class to Dr. Mayhal just now... It's just that the speed of the operation just now was very fast. Is it so fast?

The guide wire accurately hits the catcher, and the non-compliant balloon is inflated. This series of steps is completed in one go.

"Su Yun, pay attention to the monitor." Zheng Ren said cautiously while operating the catheter for blunt separation: "As long as there is something wrong, tell the head nurse to administer the medicine according to your judgment."

Although the data displayed on the monitor now shows that the physical condition is stable, the most dangerous step is to remove the stent in the anterior descending branch immediately.

"Well, I'm watching." Su Yun was not surprised that Zheng Ren gave everything to himself, he was only in charge of the operation.

After all, the complications of the heart are regarded as professionals among professionals.

"Boss Zheng, what did you do for this operation..." Director Zhang Lin looked at the interventional cardiac surgeon who had been avoiding coronary stents, and said stunned, "It's... amazing!"

Zheng Ren didn't say a word, how about how high-energy it is? If the operation can't be done, isn't it just a fool?

And Director Zhang Lin didn't notice that Zheng Ren ignored him and didn't feel embarrassed at all.

She watched the operation process intently and completely forgot. She didn't care about the "compliment" just now, it's just the fact that she didn't vomit unpleasantly.

A stent extractor was routed in.

It is like a catheter with a blunt tip in the front, and try to use the least force to cut off the adhesion and proliferation between the intima and the stent.

This kind of operation, Zheng Ren is the most skilled.

Soft tofu, just touch it, that's the truth. It's just that his hand can't get in now, and he can only use interventional surgery to swim away the adhesion between the stent and the intima of the blood vessel.

The difficulty of the operation suddenly increased.

Coronary stent removal, the procedure appeared very early, but was rejected immediately. Because the success rate of surgery is...nearly zero. So in the end, it is better to start developing degradable stents, and no doctor is willing to touch this field.

Zheng Ren, who spans surgery and interventional departments, has no such worries.

He removed the catheter with both hands and entered Dr. Mayhal's anterior descending coronary artery.

A small dark shadow appeared in the picture, so small and thin that it was impossible to distinguish it without looking closely.

Director Zhang Lin looked at the screen carefully and felt that the catheter was rotated at an angle. The wire seemed to be walking through her coronary artery, and her heart thumped.

The catheter ran towards the black shadow without hesitation, and the image of the thrombus being pulled appeared in Director Zhang Lin's mind. This is the hardest part, the blood vessels should be spasm, followed by myocardial ischemia, and then...

Anesthesia is just right, Director Zhang Lin realized immediately.

Anyone who is watching the platform can't help but have this association. If Dr. Mayhal is still awake, I am afraid that the coronary artery has already begun to spasm at this time.