Chapter 479 The "Papa" Sound in the Operating Room (Part 1)

Seeing the professor's "clumsy" operation, little Oliver really wanted to go on stage and replace him.

But this is just a dream, an unrealistic dream.

He knew that he didn't have Zheng Ren's surgical skills, and he was more "clumsy" than the professor after he got up.

So it can only be a good idea.

"Super-select the inner iliac, go up, the second branch." Zheng Ren said lightly.

"Hmm." Professor Rudolf Wagner was concentrating on it, and his wrist and fingers trembled slightly, which was barely visible.

The microguide wire seems to have a soul, along the large blood vessel, directly into the next branch of the blood vessel.

"Continue, go down, the third branch." Zheng Ren continued to guide.

The professor's operation is the world's top superselection of blood vessels in the early stage, and he can't help him at all.

A few minutes later, the superselection of blood vessels in the early stage ended, and the location was similar to the location of the operation performed by the professor in Shanghai.

Here, is the limit of the professor.

"Continue, go down, the third branch vessel." Zheng Ren continued.

"Old...boss...you can't get in here..." As soon as the professor said, his hands hurt.

"Crack!" There was a soft sound.

Zheng Ren held the hemostatic forceps in his hand, and knocked directly on Professor Rudolf Wagner's wrist.

"Ah..." The professor didn't expect Zheng Ren to hit himself with the pliers, and looked at Zheng Ren in surprise.

"Boss..." Professor Rudolf Wagner was puzzled.

"Huh?" Zheng Ren was also puzzled, "Fugui, didn't you tell me to cut you?"

"..." The professor burst into tears.

Little Oliver stood behind, feeling that the lead jacket on his body seemed to be several times heavier, and it was even difficult to breathe.

"That means you misunderstood Chinese, so I told you not to let you learn Northeast dialect." Zheng Ren smiled and said, "Try it. If it doesn't work, I'll do the surgery."

Facing the gentle Zheng Ren, Professor Rudolf Wagner felt that standing beside him was a devil!

"No!" The professor shouted subconsciously: "Boss, you did a good job, that's what I mean!"

"Um?"

"I won't have any objections anymore. Please teach me how to do surgery!" After the professor finished speaking, he immediately put all his energy into the operation of the micro-guide wire. According to Zheng Ren, he tried his best to make the micro-guide wire The guide wire enters the next-level vessel branch.

However, the previously obedient micro-guide wire is no longer willing to listen to the manipulation of Professor Rudolf Wagner. After it is placed near the branch of the blood vessel, the micro-guide wire will deflect to the other side when the professor exerts force.

"That's not how you use strength." Zheng Ren said, "Fix your wrist, don't move your middle finger, use your thumb and index finger to twist. The strength should be light, not too hard. Uh... not too light, moderate!"

The professor's hands were hanging in the air, and he followed what Zheng Ren said.

But the micro guide wire in my hand is too hard! It is impossible to get into the lower branch blood vessels with a special micro guide wire, let alone such a hard guy.

Once, twice, three times...

Sweat broke out on Professor Rudolf Wagner's forehead.

"Oliver...Xi Bao'er, wipe Fu Gui'er's sweat." Zheng Ren was very calm. The professor's repeated failures seemed normal to him.

The level of a professor, that is, close to the master level, is especially obvious when he is promoted to the master level.

It would be great for him to perform surgery to reach his own level in the imperial capital. And you need luck to be able to upgrade during the operation.

But, is it really possible?

Zheng Ren was not in a hurry, seeing that the sweat had penetrated the sterile cap, he asked Xi Baoer to wipe the professor's sweat.

Wiping sweat is a routine action on the operating table.

Usually it is the itinerant nurse or anesthetist who wipes the doctor's sweat.

If there is no time, the operator will rub his head behind the assistant's shoulder a few times to wipe off the sweat.

Or you can wipe the sweat off the shoulder of the equipment nurse.

But for interventional surgery, if the nurse does not come in, there will be no such treatment.

Little Oliver quickly asked the Xie Yi for a piece of sterile gauze, "Professor, I'll wipe your sweat."

Professor Rudolf Wagner was very unhappy, and vented all his anger on little Oliver.

"How many times have I told you! Call me rich!" Professor Rudolf Wagner roared.

Little Oliver is like a lamb, innocent and helpless.

"Be quiet." The hemostatic forceps in Zheng Ren's hand hit Professor Rudolf Wagner's wrist with a "snap".

Although Zheng Ren's local anatomy skill points were not added to the orthopedics department, his overall skills were improved, and his technique was exquisite, and he was very handy when he beat the professor.

Although it hits the same position every time, it will not cause visible damage to the body surface, nor will it cause organic damage, but it is extremely painful.

The professor immediately changed his face, smiled a little, and stretched his head sideways, letting little Oliver wipe off the sweat from his head.

"Don't be nervous, take your time." Zheng Ren is very gentle, not impatient at all, "You have to feel the hardness of the micro guide wire, and then use the appropriate force to send the micro guide wire into the blood vessel."

The professor continued to operate, failed dozens of times, and tried again dozens of times.

He seemed to recall seeing Zheng Ren's operation just now, it was not difficult at all, and he entered here right away.

Watching Zheng Ren do it, it doesn't take much effort at all. But doing it by yourself is simply too difficult.

It was the first time that little Oliver saw Professor Rudolf Wagner so docile. He stood behind in a daze, not daring to move.

The way Zheng Ren hit the professor with the hemostatic pliers just now made little Oliver's eyeballs almost fall off.

The professor is the world's top interventional doctor, and he would be beaten with hemostatic forceps... In this kind of thing, only the professor beats others, roaring violently like a lion, and the whole operating room trembles under his lust.

Unexpectedly, in the far east, the professor turned out to be trained like a shepherd dog.

It was so terrible, little Oliver felt that the lead jacket on his body was a little heavier.

Heidelberg University Medical Center also has some international students from China, but they are all very good-tempered and not so irritable.

Could this be the legendary Middle East way of communication?

The communication with patients is very strange. The communication between doctors turns out to be like this. Little Oliver seems to have some understanding.

"Yes, that's the strength, be careful not to break the branch blood vessels... Yes, that's it, don't move your middle finger, gently twist the guide wire, and then gently."

As he spoke, the hemostatic forceps in Zheng Ren's hand hit Professor Rudolf Wagner's wrist with a "snap", "I'm talking to you, you didn't hear me, lightly!"

"Okay, boss." Professor Rudolf Wagner had a particularly good temper and responded crisply.

This is a standard oriental way of communication, sure, little Oliver stood behind, watching the micro-guide wire enter the branch blood vessel of the next level with some reluctance, with a smile on his face.