Chapter 954 Almost Had a Myocardial Infarction

The cross-section of the spleen was removed very slowly, at least from Zheng Ren's point of view, he kept controlling his hand speed.

After more than a hundred surgical trainings, I know exactly where the arterioles will be encountered. Capillaries are burned with electricity to stop bleeding, while arterioles are cut, separated, clamped, and ligated step by step with ease.

Many expressions of astonishment appeared not only on the faces of the people watching the stage, but also on the doctors watching the live broadcast of Xinglinyuan's surgery.

It is important that the surgery is clean, because the field of view dictates whether abnormal tissue structures will be noticed. Looking at it with the eyes, the possibility of abnormal situations is much lower.

But this surgical field is too clean.

On the stage, there were three people including equipment nurses, and they cooperated very well.

The equipment nurse is holding a big bend with one hand, and can deliver the equipment accurately. The assistant exposed the surgical field, and even smoked the electric cigarettes in his spare time.

And the magician...how did he do it? Transecting the spleen, how could the surgical field be so clean?

Thirty-three hours before the operation, Xinglin Garden began to advertise after receiving official approval from 912.

Many people disagree with this, thinking that this is a hype, an inevitable commercial behavior before Xinglinyuan goes public.

The success of the doctor's operation, the life of the patient and the hype of Xinglin Garden are very disdainful.

There are also some people who come to see the failure of the operation.

No matter what the idea, the end result is the same - they saw a unparalleled spleen transection operation.

Regardless of the success or failure of the operation, just being able to transect the spleen to this extent can be said to be a top-notch surgeon.

Almost everyone who watched the operation put himself in it. Assuming that I stand in the position of the surgeon, what kind of situation will happen.

They are all old doctors with rich clinical and surgical experience. After they are substituted, they find that their own level is really not enough compared to the surgeons in the live broadcast of the surgery.

If I were on the stage instead, I guess the entire abdominal cavity would already be full of blood before the surgery. Shu Ye... If there is any more, it is still a puddle of blood, and I don't know which blood vessel came out of it.

In the headquarters of Xinglinyuan, Peng Jia sat very seriously in the front row of the large conference room, and the live surgery was broadcast on the projector.

He was nervous, very nervous. Before watching the live broadcast of the operation, he even took antihypertensive drugs orally, and kept nitroglycerin by his side in case of accidents.

This is a very risky road. On the one hand, venture capital will make more concessions, and on the other hand, the surgical live broadcast room and Xinglin Garden will suffer heavy losses, resulting in delays or failures in listing.

Boss Zheng has done the operation of porcelain gallbladder, but it does not necessarily mean that the giant spleen of Gaucher's disease can be successfully removed.

Having already made a bet and decided to leave, Peng Jia had no other choice, but could only sit there quietly and watch.

He specially invited an academician of general surgery from Shanghai to watch the live broadcast of the operation together. Peng Jia was afraid that she would not understand the operation, so she was still thinking about success until the final failure.

If that's the case, I'm afraid there will be a heart attack, and I don't know how I died.

At the beginning, Mr. Lin, an academician of the Chinese Academy of Engineering, rejected this. In his opinion, the live broadcast of surgery was too unreliable. But Xinglinyuan still has contacts after all, and finally invited Mr. Lin to watch the operation.

Mr. Lin was very disdainful, but as the operation progressed, his expression gradually changed.

Peng Jia couldn't understand surgery. Although he knew a lot of medical knowledge, he had never had an operation, so he couldn't figure out how the operation that seemed to go smoothly was going to go.

Perhaps, the operation should have gone so smoothly in the first place.

But from Lin Lao's expression, he could see some tricks.

Mrs. Lin was getting old and began to doze off before the operation. But as the operation began, he opened his eyes, and those cloudy eyes never closed again, and he rarely blinked, as if he was afraid of missing a certain frame.

As the operation progressed bit by bit, Peng Jia suddenly noticed that Mr. Lin's fingers were trembling slightly.

It's not Parkinson's. Although Mr. Lin is old, his hands are still steady. At the age of 80, he still has to perform liver cancer resection twice a week.

He is...

Peng Jia had an idea in her heart, but she didn't say it out - Mr. Lin was simulating the operation of a surgeon.

He felt a trace of security in Elder Lin's expression. It's not Lin Lao's stability, but his inner stability.

Even Mr. Lin couldn't help but immerse himself in the operation process. There shouldn't be anything to be picky about during the operation.

While watching, Elder Lin suddenly sighed.

Peng Jia's heart instantly rose to her throat, three coronary arteries contracted instantly, the heart muscle was insufficiently supplied with oxygen, and her chest and back felt like needle-like pain.

Is this... a heart attack? Peng Jia quickly closed her eyes, and she didn't dare to peek at Elder Lin's expression, and she didn't even dare to watch the live broadcast of the operation. Instead, she stabilized her mind and calmed down her anxious emotions.

After a few seconds, he felt better.

"Old Lin, are you tired?" Peng Jia asked in a low voice.

Mr. Lin shook his head. His hands stopped shaking, and he no longer simulated the operation process. Instead, he leaned against the back of the chair and relaxed.

"Look at this operation..." Peng Jia asked anxiously.

"The operation is over." Elder Lin's eyes were slightly closed, and there was a trace of relief in his old voice.

Uh... Peng Jia looked back at the screen, the live broadcast of the surgery was still going on, and the surgeon seemed to be trimming the yellow omentum.

The surgery is still going on, how can Mr. Lin say it's over?

There was an idea in Peng Jia's mind. What Mr. Lin meant was that the most difficult part of the operation was over, and the remaining steps would not be difficult for the operator at all.

But he only dared to put this thought in the deepest part of his heart.

I'm afraid that if I ask it out, my dream will be broken.

"Xiao Peng, is the surgeon performing the surgery an interventional doctor?" Mr. Lin asked slowly, a little tired.

"He is a doctor with a background in general surgery, but now he is doing interventional TIPS surgery and has been nominated for a Nobel Prize." Peng Jia replied.

Elder Lin stopped talking, closed his eyes and rested his mind, and only occasionally opened his eyes to watch the progress of the surgery.

Thirty-two minutes after Mr. Lin said that the operation was over, Peng Jia saw that the abdominal cavity was rinsed with warm saline in the live broadcast of the operation.

After two washes, the color of the liquid sucked out of the suction device is only slightly reddish bloodshot, which cannot be found at all unless you look carefully.

The surgery was a success, right?

"Mr. Lin, the operation is successful, right?" Peng Jia didn't dare to ask until now.

"It's already been successful, and the rest is finishing work." Lin Lao said lightly, then stood up, patted Peng Jia's shoulder vigorously, and sighed: "Live broadcast is good. Thirty years ago, if there was In this way, there will be no constant exploration in clinical practice, leading to some mistakes happening again and again.”