Rebirth of a Doctor Without Regrets

Chapter 131 Who is the Genius?

Shen Hao strode into the operating room, but the more he thought about it, the more uneasy he felt.

It's not surprising that Wang Xiao knew about a rare, specialized probe, but finding the conduction bundle of a deformed heart isn't so easy.

Even with a specialized probe, it's impossible for a typical attending physician to easily locate it.

Could it be that Wang Xiao already knows how to read MRI scans?

Shen Hao considers himself a genius, but he only has a superficial understanding of watching films.

If even a deputy director is like this, then the attending physicians and resident physicians below him are even less likely to be.

Surgeons are like that; they are often highly skilled with their hands, but their diagnostic abilities vary greatly.

It's probably just bad luck that Wang Xiao stumbled upon it.

Shen Hao could only console himself with this thought, and dared not consider any other possibilities.

He unpacked the artificial blood vessel and made preparations for the operation, while his assistant, Li Zhixin, had already completed the open-chest surgery.

Li Zhixin made great contributions to the treatment team last time, so he is now being trained by Shen Hao as a prospective attending physician.

His loyalty is commendable, but his skills are just so-so.

At this moment, the airlock was stepped on and Shen Hao saw an elderly man with white hair walk in, cross his arms, and walk straight to the observation area next to the operating table.

Shen Hao stared at the old man for a long time, then suddenly an idea struck him. He bowed slightly and said, "Isn't this Director Zhu? What brings you here?"

Zhu Haiming waved his hand: "It's not that your Dean Chen is short-staffed, so he called me back. It's nothing, I just heard you were going to perform a rather complicated surgery, so I came to take a look."

When I retired, you had already been promoted to attending physician, right? I'd like to see if your skills have improved over the years.

Q

Shen Hao was overjoyed. He knew the former director's temper; he would never pay attention to people he wasn't interested in. Being observed by him was itself a form of recognition.

He nodded, then composed himself and signaled to the technician to start the extracorporeal circulation machine, beginning the crucial steps of the surgery.

Aortic aneurysm resection and artificial vascular replacement is a level 4 high-difficulty surgery in itself. This surgery also involves the replacement of the aortic arch, the ascending aorta, and the arch together. The anatomical structure is complex, and the vascular anastomosis is extremely difficult.

The slightest carelessness could lead to massive bleeding and endanger the patient's life.

Shen Hao's series of procedures—incision, tissue separation, exposure of the aortic aneurysm, blood flow blocking, aneurysm removal, and anastomosis of the artificial blood vessel—were executed with remarkable fluidity, demonstrating his profound clinical expertise and superb surgical skills.

Zhu Haiming stood aside, watching Shen Hao's actions closely. His expression gradually changed from calm to approval, and his eyes showed more appreciation.

He had seen countless excellent surgeons, but few could maintain such a calm mindset and precise operation for such a long time during such a complex surgery.

"Excellent, excellent! This technique is even faster than when I retired. The movements are precise and controlled, swift and efficient. No wonder I had high hopes for you back then; you're a true genius!"

Hearing Director Zhu's praise, Shen Hao felt a little proud, and his hands unconsciously quickened their movements.

But he didn't notice that the approval on Zhu Haiming's face was gradually replaced by a hint of seriousness.

As Zhu Haiming watched Shen Hao separate the tissue, his brows furrowed deeper and deeper. Finally, he couldn't help but speak up: "Wait, you're too hasty."

Shen Hao paused, his smile froze, and he looked at Zhu Haiming in confusion: "Director, what's wrong? There's nothing wrong with my operation."

"No problem?" Zhu Haiming stepped forward and pointed to the surgical field of view. "Look at you. When separating the tissue, you only wanted to be fast. You didn't use blunt dissection and just used sharp instruments to cut it. You didn't make good use of the anatomical gaps at all."

Look here, there's constant small bleeding. While it's not life-threatening, prolonged bleeding like this can easily damage surrounding blood vessels and nerves, greatly increasing the risk of subsequent complications.

Shen Hao's expression also darkened; he hated it most when others interfered with his work during surgery.

He believed that the surgery was performed without any problems, and that Zhu Haiming's accusations were nothing more than nitpicking.

"Director, I think there's nothing wrong with my procedure." Shen Hao's tone carried a hint of resistance. "It's fast, efficient, reduces the patient's surgery time, and also lowers the risks associated with anesthesia and cardiopulmonary bypass."

Zhu Haiming was somewhat disappointed by Shen Hao's impatient appearance. He had meant well in offering advice, but Shen Hao was so unruly that he wouldn't listen to a word of advice.

"Alright, alright," Zhu Haiming waved his hand, his tone full of boredom, "Since you think you're fine, I won't say anything more, lest I annoy people."

After saying that, he didn't look at Shen Hao again, turned around and walked out of the operating room. His steps were still steady, but he had lost some of the enthusiasm he had when he came.

A brief silence fell over the operating room the moment the airlock closed.

Watching Zhu Haiming's departing figure, Li Zhixin looked worried and whispered, "Deputy Director Shen, isn't it a bit inappropriate for us to provoke Director Zhu like this? After all, he's a veteran expert who was rehired and has a high reputation in the institute. What if—"

"What if what?" Shen Hao interrupted him abruptly, his tone full of impatience and even a hint of disdain. He was just a retired director. Even if he were rehired, he wouldn't have any real power and couldn't control us.

He can look if he wants, or leave if he doesn't. He can't really make things difficult for us, can he? Ignore him, continue the surgery.

Li Zhixin was startled by his stern tone, and swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue. He could only nod silently, not daring to say another word, and focused on his auxiliary work again.

Zhu Haiming walked out of the operating center and headed straight for Lin Gaoming's director's office.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw a beautifully dressed woman standing behind Lin Gaoming, gently massaging his shoulders.

The woman was dressed in a light-colored business suit, with long hair draped over her shoulders, delicate features, and a charming demeanor.

When Lin Gaoming saw Zhu Haiming come in, he quickly gestured for Sun Qiaoqiao to stop and stood up with a smile: "Director, why are you back?"

How did Shen Hao's surgery go?

Zhu Haiming walked to the sofa and sat down, glancing at Sun Qiaoqiao with a wicked smile.

Lin Gaoming quickly introduced: "Director, this is Sun Qiaoqiao, our department secretary. She used to be my student. She is meticulous and efficient and helps me handle miscellaneous tasks in the department."

"Qiaoqiao, this is Director Zhu, the former director of our cardiac surgery department. He was a legendary figure at the Second Hospital back in the day."

Sun Qiaoqiao immediately stopped what she was doing and put on a respectful smile: "Director Zhu, hello, I've long admired your name."

Zhu Haiming nodded: "Yes, the young lady is quite spirited."

He looked at Lin Gaoming and talked about his impressions of observing the surgery earlier. "Shen Hao is indeed very talented. His technique is skillful and he has a lot of inspiration, but he is also unruly. He has a bit of my personality back then. In my opinion, that is what a true genius looks like."

He paused and then said, "As for Wang Xiao, whom you praised before, I also watched one of his surgeries. His talent is average, but fortunately he is humble and eager to learn, and he understands things quickly. He is a promising talent, but to call him a genius is probably far from it."

Upon hearing this, Lin Gaoming tilted his head slightly, and suddenly heard a "crack" sound, followed by a sharp pain in the back of his neck.