The Surgeon’s Studio

“Chief, what’s the matter today?” Su Yun’s voice rang in his ears. Zheng Ren had just entered the System space when he was pulled out.

This fellow was simply too f*cking noisy. If he did not speak for a moment, would he suffocate to death?

Zheng Ren glanced at Su Yun, full of displeasure.

Su Yun was also very curious. What was wrong with the chief? He only asked him one question, so why was he looking at him with a sullen face? Was he amazed that the surgery was done well? No, Zheng Ren was not that kind of person.

“Just find a place to take a nap. After the second phase of the TIPS surgery, go back to sleep in the afternoon,” Zheng Ren said.

“Are you tired?” Su Yun asked. “I told you to rest for two days. Don’t rush to work. I still haven’t recovered. I’m really tired.”

“I’m alright.” Zheng Ren regained his calm and smiled. “I’ll ask her what I’m going to do in the afternoon.”

“Are you telling me not to disturb the two of you?” Su Yun curled his lips and said disdainfully.

“Yes.” Zheng Ren nodded. He did not have any thoughts of denying it.

After performing such a large surgery, his general surgery skills had risen to the level of a master. He was probably at the same level as Professor Moriyu. Zheng Ren was very happy.

After all, the General Surgery Department was the specialty, and it was also Zheng Ren’s original dream.

The two of them chatted for a few minutes before Xie Yiren sent him a WeChat message. Only then did Zheng Ren and Su Yun walk out of the changing room and meet up with Xie Yiren.

They returned to the Interventional Department and found a place to take a simple rest. There were only three more hours until dawn. After completing the second stage of the surgery, they really did not want to go to work in the afternoon.

Zheng Ren held Little Yiren’s hand and swayed back to the Department of Interventional Medicine.

Xie Yiren went to the nurse’s duty room and carefully opened the door to enter, afraid that she would disturb Nurse Xiao Ye’s rest.

Zheng Ren and Su Yun went straight to the doctor’s duty room and found a place to lie down in their own clothes.

This feeling was worse than that of the Sea City general hospital.

In Sea City, there was definitely no one in the duty room. There was no need to act like a thief. Zheng Ren could only console himself. Today was an emergency, so it would not happen very often.

In the afternoon, he would definitely not go to work. He would go out for a walk with Little Yiren.

In the operating theater of the System, a month of surgical training, coupled with the tiredness accumulated at the front line, had exhausted Zheng Ren.

He had come to Imperial Capital a few times. In the past, he had been transferred to Chengdu to go to school. Recently, he had come to do scientific research. He had come and gone in a hurry.

Zheng Ren did not know where he was going.

Zheng Ren lay on the hard bed in the duty room. He closed his eyes and entered the System space.

After completing the first phase of the mission, his Luck had increased by 18 points. Zheng Ren glanced at the skill tree. When he saw that the skill tree of the General Surgery Department was only a little shorter than the skill tree of the Intervention Department, he was delighted.

Zheng Ren was more anxious to understand the passive skill [reconstruction].

No explanation was given. It was like Luck, silently exerting its effect. Zheng Ren could only guess what effect the Luck value would have.

The same was true for [reconstruction].

He looked around, but did not see any explanation.

Carefully observing the System space, Zheng Ren found that the threads between the skill tree were all gone.

Initially, he still held a glimmer of hope for these faint connections. If he really connected all the skill trees… When he thought of this, Zheng Ren’s heart palpitated a little.

But, why was it gone?

He searched for a long time in confusion, but still found nothing.

Across the pond, the snow-white little fox seemed to be mocking Zheng Ren, vivid and lifelike.

‘I really want to use the hemostatic forceps to hit it,’ Zheng Ren thought.

‘What’s the problem?’ Zheng Ren thought about this question in his mind. In the end, he helplessly sat beside the pond and looked at the little fox.

Since he could not find the [reconstruction] skill, Zheng Ren gave up and started to recall the surgery he had done today.

From cutting the liver to performing an image, he used the image to guide the anastomosis of the liver tube.

The process of the surgery was vivid in his mind, but…something was wrong.

Zheng Ren’s heart skipped a beat as he recalled the image of the intraoperative cholangiography.

In an instant, the three-dimensional image structure of the intraoperative cholangiography appeared in his mind. It was so clear and vivid.

When he was training for the surgery of the autogenous liver transplantation in the operating theater, Zheng Ren had found the method to perform the anastomosis of the bile duct under the guidance of the intraoperative cholangiography.

But now that he thought about it, the image structure that he reconstructed during the surgery was very rough. He even needed Su Yun to provide him with the reconstructed image during the surgery to find some of the missing hepatic duct.

And now…

Zheng Ren seemed to understand what kind of passive ability [reconstruction] was.

Starting from the surgery in the ruins of Nanchuan town, he began to vaguely grasp the edges of the [reconstruction] skill.

After he came back, he began to study it.

Until this moment, Zheng Ren was sure that he had really mastered the ability to reconstruct the image system.

This ability looked ordinary, but Zheng Ren knew that it was really a very awesome skill!

‘Find an example?’ Zheng Ren recalled the image of the intraoperative imaging. The three-dimensional structure of the liver appeared in his mind. It was lifelike and detailed.

With his eyes closed, Zheng Ren’s fingers started to move slightly.

If it was now, the surgery might really be much faster. The parts that he hesitated during the surgery looked very funny at this moment.

At that time, he was really weak. He was so weak.

Only Zheng Ren himself knew this thought.

If Su Yun and Professor Yang knew about it, he did not know what they would think.

After recalling the liver autotransplantation surgery he had just performed, a thought flashed through Zheng Ren’s mind, and he began to recall the image of Wu Xiaomei’s chest ultrasound.

If he could barely reconstruct the image of the chest before and determine that the most likely candidate was cholesterol granuloma, now Zheng Ren could use even less time to directly deduce that it must be cholesterol granuloma from the perspective of imaging.

It was not a possibility–not a high probability–but something close to a certainty.

Even so, Zheng Ren’s judgment of Wu Xiaomei’s surgery was still to insist on a pathological biopsy, and then let her decide whether or not to perform the resection.

Zheng Ren needed a large amount of clinical experience to determine whether or not his thoughts were correct, and not to arbitrarily believe that he was definitely right.

In diagnosis and surgery, he was facing a lot of fresh human lives. He definitely could not make a hasty judgment just to show off his awesomeness.

However, the [reconstruction] skill was really useful.

Zheng Ren closed his eyes, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Thinking back to the images of the patients who needed to undergo the TIPS surgery, the MRI-diffusion technique in the past was basically useless.

With a single CT radiographic films, Zheng Ren could determine the location of the puncture point.

However, only he could do this. If this technique was to be popularized and benefit more patients, there had to be a method that could be accepted by many doctors.

The MRI-diffusion technique should still be studied.

As he thought about this, Zheng Ren fell asleep by the pond.