Healing Doctor

Chapter 141 Minor Surgery, Please Offer Guidance (Bonus Chapter by Alliance Leader Lu Renyi x1)

The surgery was completed in just over ten minutes, a level of completion that was astonishing.

Director Sui watched the video silently, motionless, letting his right eyelid, a product of feudal superstition, twitch wildly.

Old Zhao's skill level is definitely not that high; he just guessed.

maybe.

Zhao Xiangming was really lucky. Director Sui was unconvinced and tried his best to convince himself that it was just good luck.

The second stage of the surgery then began.

It's still the kidneys, still a tumor, still an embolism.

甚至操作都和上一台手术一样，微导丝稳的一逼。从1-2再从2-3、3-4级血管一路畅通，毫无滞涩。

Seeing the surgery go smoothly, Director Sui knew that from a moral standpoint, he should be happy.

After all, completely embolizing the blood vessels supplying the tumor is a good thing for the patient.

However, the monotonous repetition of the surgery seemed boring, but Director Sui couldn't convince himself that he was just guessing.

How can someone manage to pull off this level of surgery again and again?

joke!

The third surgery began.

Director Sui already knew that the surgery could still be completed successfully.

However, an "accident" finally happened!

After the microguidewire entered the abdominal aorta, it began to hesitate, lacking the unstoppable momentum and clean, efficient feel of the previous surgeries.

There's definitely no problem here; Director Sui guessed that Zhao Xiangming was just tired.

Performing surgery while wearing a lead apron weighing dozens of kilograms requires hand-eye coordination, peak energy, and physical strength, making it easy to become exhausted.

At Old Zhao's age, he might be so exhausted he'd vomit blood.

It's important to understand that performing three surgeries in a row is no less strenuous than a soldier running a five-kilometer cross-country run in full gear.

Director Sui immediately glanced at the time, confirmed that it was a back-to-back surgery, and a smile appeared on his lips.

"That son of a bitch Zhao Xiangming is going to be exhausted!" Director Sui cursed inwardly.

The microguidewire hesitated for a few seconds in the aorta before starting to search for the renal artery.

During this surgery, Director Sui clearly sensed Zhao Xiangming's "fatigue".

Although the superselection of grade 3-4 vessels went relatively smoothly and was successful on the first attempt, it did not have the same seamless feel as the previous two surgeries.

Old Zhao was exhausted; his body couldn't take it anymore, Director Sui concluded.

However, the three surgical videos prove one thing—Zhao Xiangming has indeed made a breakthrough in his technical skills.

The surgery wasn't a fluke.

After reading it, Director Sui suppressed the urge to read it again. He first called his buddy in the operating room to confirm that Zhao Xiangming had indeed performed three surgeries that morning.

Although the other person seemed hesitant and unresponsive, as if something was amiss, Director Sui didn't notice.

His entire attention was focused on several surgical videos. How on earth did that damned Zhao break through the technical bottleneck and reach the top level in China?

Damn it!

Although Director Sui was unconvinced, he couldn't say anything else. The video was right there, and the surgery was indeed well done.

No matter how many reasons you come up with, they won't work.

Teacher Ding Yifan even asked him if he needed other surgeries. Director Sui knew exactly what Ding Yifan was thinking; wasn't he thinking the same thing himself?

"Then I'll send him the surgery report," Director Sui thought, changing the name of the packaged video file.

Shocking and unconventional?

Something seems off; it sounds a bit childish.

The surgery to reach the summit?

No, that's not right either. The name is so embarrassing that even Director Sui is too ashamed to type it out.

He thought for a long time, then tapped his fingers lightly—"I've just done a few minor surgeries; please give me your feedback, teacher."

Director Sui was very satisfied with this line of text.

A subtle sense of pretentiousness arose within him, even though he hadn't performed the surgery.

I believe that this line of text will be a huge blow to Ding Yifan after he reads the surgery report.

Any interventional radiology doctor would be on edge after witnessing these surgeries. Especially since Ding Yifan came from that hospital, so Director Sui instinctively wanted to make a sarcastic remark.

This thought was so subtle that even Director Sui didn't notice it.

Director Sui carefully reviewed the newly revised name again. He was quite satisfied, clicked send, and sent the email to Ding Yifan.

"Professor Ding," Director Sui then dialed the phone, "My former colleague performed several surgeries today. I checked them, and he wasn't lying. I've sent you the surgical videos; could you please take a look?"

"What kind of technique?" Ding Yifan asked, feeling inexplicably nervous.

Embolization of kidney tumors.

"Okay, I'll let you know after I've read it."

Ding Yifan hung up the phone, ignoring the fact that he was in a meeting, and went back to his office to take out his laptop, open his email, and download the video.

He sat there blankly for an hour.

For that entire hour, Ding Yifan's mind went completely blank.

Ding Yifan's technical skills are superior to Director Sui's; he can understand more aspects of the situation.

Director Sui was just observing the spectacle, thinking the surgeon did a good job and that he could have done it himself.

But Ding Yifan knew that those seemingly effortless steps were impossible even if he, or even if his senior brother, were to take them.

The surgeries looked simple, but the surgeons' skill level was already on par with their bosses, who were still at their peak more than a decade ago.

Now? The boss is getting old, and it's hard for him to even stand on stage wearing a lead apron.

After exchanging a few words with his senior brother, Ding Yifan was absent-minded and felt somewhat upset.

There aren't many people who can overcome that technical hurdle; at most, there are only a hundred or so people worldwide.

Despite honing his skills for so long, he couldn't break through, while a junior director in a provincial capital actually did it!

He couldn't believe it.

The ringtone of his senior brother interrupted Ding Yifan's thoughts.

Had he traveled through time? Or was there a problem with the flow of time? Ding Yifan was taken aback.

I glanced at the time; only ten minutes had passed. It must have just finished downloading.

What happened?

Ding Yifan answered the phone with a face full of questions.

"Senior Brother."

"Yifan, the boss wants you to come over. Immediately, right now," the eldest disciple said decisively.

"Huh?" Ding Yifan didn't understand and thought he was hallucinating.

"The boss happened to be here. He glanced at the surgical video and is going to give us a lecture," the person on the other end of the phone said, trying to keep a calm tone.

So late at night, from Ningbo to Shanghai, Ding Yifan felt a sense of powerlessness.

But since the boss was there, Ding Yifan didn't dare to utter a word. After agreeing, he immediately bought the nearest plane ticket and flew directly to Shanghai.

……

……

As dawn broke, the demonstration room of the Department of Hepatobiliary Intervention at a top-tier hospital in Shanghai was still brightly lit.

"These are the key points of the three surgeries."

An elderly man stood in front of the projector, leaning on his gleaming cane, and looked solemnly at his disciples and grand-disciples present.

"The last surgery will definitely be performed by someone else, and it will be a novice," he said firmly.

"The surgery was done too roughly. It looked the same as the previous two surgeries, but the details were completely different. You're still too inexperienced to notice. You think the surgeon was just tired, but you can't fool me."

(End of this chapter)