The Surgeon’s Studio

Chapter 1032: Observing the Surgery

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

With Su Yun’s temper, other than some respected chief physicians, he rarely indulged anyone else. It was the same even at the Mayo Clinic.

After a series of arguments, the surgery was finally started with the consent of the big boss, Brock Lesnar.

Brock Lesnar was in charge of this project. He was extremely worried about the progress of the overall project, and it could even be said that he was anxious.

The project had obviously entered a dead end. In particular, the patient in front of him had complicated complications. In a sense, the project could be declared a failure. The project team could be disbanded.

However, once the project team was disbanded, Brock Lesnar would face a blemish on his resume that would mark him as a failure. He would never be able to get a sponsorship again.

That kind of life was dark and had no future. Brock Lesnar did not want this.

Originally, he was just trying his luck and sent out consultations to many experts and professors around the world. However, in the end, the only person who clearly had a solution was this Chinese doctor: Zheng Ren.

Brock Lesnar also hesitated for a long time.

However, the project team was still unable to find the source of the patient’s stubborn hypertension after radiofrequency ablation. Even if they wanted to push for a solution, there was no good solution. Not only was there no good solution, there was even only one choice: surgical treatment.

After hesitating for a long time, until Zheng Ren agreed to come for the surgery, Brock Lesnar still could not make up his mind.

However, in the end, he still agreed.

Although Zheng Ren’s diagnosis sounded like a fantasy, this was the only solution. Moreover, because Zheng Ren’s project was nominated for a Nobel Prize, he could be considered a doctor with a certain status in the medical field. He was not the kind of person who was unknown; he was the kind of person who spoke nonsense based on his random judgment.

Therefore, Brock Lesnar could only agree to give it a try.

After signing the agreement, he prepared for the surgery.

The laboratory was equipped with an operating theater. The overall environment and conditions were even much higher than the operating theater in an ordinary hospital.

It was enough to push the operating theater from one room to another room. Zheng Ren was very envious of this.

If he had this kind of environment at the 912, would the number of surgeries increase a lot? 3,000 successful TIPS surgeries did not seem to be a difficult problem. Zheng Ren thought all of this.

It did not need to be as troublesome as it was now, planting seeds everywhere. He only needed to do it himself. More than ten surgeries a day. It was not too easy.

“Boss, be careful,” Su Yun said softly while he was scrubbing his hands.

“Yes, I will.” Zheng Ren thought that it was just a regular reminder from Su Yun and did not care too much about it.

“I think this project team is about to be suspended. If they don’t do a good job, they might have to take the blame.” Su Yun voiced out his guess. “It might even affect the Nobel Prize project.”

“Yes.” Zheng Ren knew what he was doing, but it did not affect his recognition of Su Yun’s judgment. He nodded cautiously and returned to the operating theater with his hands raised.

Su Yun began to disinfect the surgical drapes while Zheng Ren laid out the sterile surgical drapes. The two of them worked very well together.

…

Brock Lesnar did not enter the operating theater.

In the Mayo Clinic, it was very impolite to enter the operating theater to observe the surgery. Moreover, there was no need for that.

The 360° surgical field with no blind spots appeared on the huge screen. He sat on the chair with an uneasy feeling in his heart.

Although this was a way to solve the problem, if the operation failed, what would the project team do next?

Announce the failure of the research on radiofrequency ablation of renal-derived hypertension?

This was like purgatory to Brock Lesnar. He could not accept it at all.

At this moment, he began to feel a little regretful.

The big screen was divided into four parts. Different perspectives were about to reveal every detail of the operation from different angles.

General anesthesia and disinfection were completed. The operation began.

Without thinking, the scalpel slashed down.

Brock Lesnar’s heart suddenly tightened. He felt a faint pain in his waist. It was as if the scalpel did not cut the patient’s body, but his own body.

There was a small amount of bleeding. After the electrocautery stopped the bleeding, it was blunt dissection. The layers of tissue structure were very clear and very obvious. Although he was not a surgeon, Brock Lesnar could see it clearly.

At this moment, someone walked in.

The faint noise caused Brock Lesnar to be upset.

“Quiet!” Brock Lesnar said angrily. His eyes did not even move away from the screen. He kept staring at the surgery process.

“Is that the Chinese doctor doing the surgery?” An old voice was heard. As the big boss here, Brock Lesnar was very dissatisfied. He had already said that he wanted it to be quiet. Why was there still someone talking?!

Just as he was about to scold the person who was talking, he suddenly felt that the voice was very familiar and triggered the fear in his heart.

It was him!

Brock Lesnar was stunned for a moment, then he stood up. Because he stood too quickly, the chair with the pulley suddenly moved backward, and he almost fell down.

“Dr. Charles, why are you here?” Brock Lesnar squeezed out a smile and tried his best to ease the awkward atmosphere when he scolded the old man.

“Do I have to watch you lower a stent and perform interventional surgery?” Dr. Charles Moore said faintly.

His discrimination against interventional surgery was deep-rooted, and everyone here knew it. Brock Lesnar’s legs were already trembling.

The investor for him was a medical supplies company. The head office of the company was very close to Dr. Charles Moore.

One word from him could make the entire project team disappear into thin air.

Brock Lesnar finally could not contain the fear in his heart. His legs were shaking so much that he could not even stand properly. It was over. Why did Dr. Charles come here? His laboratory was in the basic experimental building at the back. It was very far from here. Moreover, he had a deep-rooted discrimination against interventional surgery. He should not have come at all.

Charles Moore did not pay any attention to Brock Lesnar. Instead, he sat on the chair in the middle and began to watch the surgery.

The surgery was done very quickly and steadily. Doctor Charles Moore just watched in silence until he saw the kidney. It was just a routine surgery.

Even so, Doctor Charles still watched with great interest.

It was not a major surgery that could display the skills of a surgeon. Some ordinary and regular operations could still display superb skills.

There was not much bleeding. Most of the operations were blunt dissection. This way, the damage to the patient was minimal, and the recovery was the fastest after the surgery.

The surgeon was very skilled in blunt dissection, avoiding most of the blood vessels. Occasionally, there would be some small capillaries that ruptured. They would then be frozen by electricity and the operative view would be clean.

After seeing the kidney, the surgeon began to move away from the surrounding connective tissue.

Brock Lesnar stood aside and did not even dare to sit down.

This was the part that he was most concerned about and most puzzled about.. When he saw the narrow segment of the renal artery, Dr. Charles Moore suddenly said, “Is this the minimally invasive interventional surgery? Burn the internal organs into a ball!”