Healing Doctor

Chapter 491 A Maneuver Like Ascension in Broad Daylight

Under Ling Tian's watchful gaze, Ji Xiang continued superselection by manipulating the microguidewire in his hand.

etc.

he!

he! !

He wants to select the next level of blood vessels!

Ling Tian's eyes widened, and a blood vessel rapidly crawled and spread across his eyeball.

Superselective transurethral resection of grade 4 vessels is already considered a forbidden zone, and there are only a few dozen doctors nationwide who can achieve this level of skill.

Moreover, while it's said to be possible, some people can finish in half an hour, while others need 3-4 hours, have entered the Super Draft many times, and then "luckyly" get in once.

The difference between being able to do something and actually being able to do it is enormous.

Even Ling Tian never imagined that a superselection could be performed under a level 4 blood vessel.

As the guidewire bounced off the blood vessel wall at a right-angle bend in a narrow space, it entered the bend, and another bloodshot appeared in Ling Tian's eyes.

Blood vessels spread, and it seemed that his eyes turned red in just an instant.

His pupils were bloodshot, and his blood pressure was so high it seemed it could burst from the top of his head at any moment. The veins on his forehead bulged, throbbing with his heartbeat.

Ling Tian didn't notice the changes in his body. He stared intently at the screen, and his face turned slightly red, perhaps due to his high blood pressure.

This situation was even more upsetting to Ling Tian than Ji Xiang pointing his finger at him and scolding him in front of numerous industry experts.

The latter is a battle within academia, while the former is a difference in ability.

It is extremely shameful for a doctor to admit that he is not good enough, let alone a doctor of Ling Tian's caliber.

Ji Xiang's surgical skills were indeed impressive, but Ling Tian hadn't expected them to be this impressive.

An invisible hand gripped Ling Tian's throat, making it extremely difficult for him to even breathe.

And those hands represent Ji Xiang's skill level.

Ling Tian used to think that it was a blessing for Ji Xiang to be accepted as his last disciple by his boss, and that Ji Xiang's refusal or even the disputes with him would ruin his future.

Even when Ling Tian was watching the previous episode a few days ago, he had the same thought when he considered quitting.

But now, the technical skills that Ji Xiang has demonstrated on the show are subtly telling Ling Tian that Boss Qin's invitation is wishful thinking and that he is trying to climb the social ladder.

But the higher branch was unwilling, which led to the story that followed.

These were ideas I never dared to think of before, ideas that seemed absurd, but with Ji Xiang's meticulous and thorough approach to the Super Selection, they all became reality.

As if invisibly, all of Ling Tian's strength had been drained away. He slumped into a chair, staring blankly at the dark ceiling.

The office lights were off, and the flickering light from the phone screen perfectly mirrored Ling Tian's current mood.

Human joys and sorrows are never shared.

Ling Tian finally understood the answer that had puzzled him for so long.

It was clearly a golden opportunity, so why did Ji Xiang give it up without hesitation, even standing against the boss?

It turns out that his skill level had already reached its peak.

It's hard to imagine.

hard to believe,

But Ji Xiang presented all of this to everyone in an unbelievable way.

Laymen just watch the show.

Only an expert like Ling Tian could see the intricacies.

He felt a chill in his heart, and his hands trembled uncontrollably.

……

……

"How is it? How is it?" Meng Qingfei rushed back to the duty room after finishing with an emergency patient.

The emergency room doctor had a great day, nothing much to do. He said with a smile, "The head surgeon over there finished his surgery and is letting your little darling Jixiang learn how to do it."

Ji Xiang...

What the hell is this big baby...?

Meng Qingfei nearly spat a mouthful of blood onto the face of the emergency room doctor.

However, he didn't dwell on that point, and asked with a puzzled look, "Learn how to operate? What kind of operation?"

"I don't understand it," the emergency room doctor said frankly.

Interventional surgery is considered a niche department even in top-tier hospitals, so not knowing or being unable to perform it is not shameful.

Meng Qingfei stared intently at the screen, and a few seconds later, he raised his hand and slapped the emergency room doctor on the back with a "smack".

"What the hell are you saying?!"

"What's wrong?"

"..." Meng Qingfei didn't know how to explain for a moment.

The story was too long and too shocking to tell, so Meng Qingfei fell silent.

He knew that Ji Xiang was very capable and skilled, and that he could handle any kind of procedure, whether it was a small suture or some strange treatments, such as cavernous body puncture, with all the clinical experience that Ji Xiang had somehow acquired.

But Meng Qingfei never expected that Ji Xiang would be so strong.

The superselection after the level 4 vascularization is like taking another step forward from a hundred-foot pole. Has Ji Xiang gone mad? Is he going to step on his own foot and ascend to heaven in broad daylight?!

……

……

Zhao Tianjiao didn't understand interventional surgery and believed that Ji Xiang was given a chance to try it at the request of the program team.

However, the moment the guidewire successfully superselected the artery after striking the right-angled branch of the small artery, a crisp cracking sound was heard.

The old man smashed the teacup on the ground, shattering it into pieces, and steam rose from the broken tea.

To be precise, it wasn't a fall, but rather that my hands went limp unconsciously, and the teacup fell to the ground.

"Dad..." Zhao Tianjiao called out.

Dean Zhao remained motionless, as if the teacup had never happened, his eyes fixed on the screen.

"Dad!" Zhao Tianjiao called out again, raising his voice.

Dean Zhao remained motionless until the entire embolization and angiography process was completed. Only then did he slump back on the sofa, close his eyes, and appear very tired.

"Dad, what's wrong?" Zhao Tianjiao asked as he and his mother cleaned up the mess on the floor.

"You didn't understand, did you?"

"What do you understand?" Zhao Tianjiao asked blankly.

"Many years ago, among the first group of people in our hospital to perform interventional surgery, the best one was named Wang Gang." Dean Zhao's tone had calmed down as he said calmly, "That year, we also encountered a similar patient with lower gastrointestinal bleeding."

"At the time, the patient's family begged to try anything, no matter what it was, they didn't want to give up as long as there was hope. The patient's hemoglobin had dropped to 45g, and if it continued like this, even if he didn't bleed to death, he would develop DIC."

"No one dared to perform destructive surgery, but Wang Gang went ahead with it for reasons unknown. The embolization was successful, and the general surgery department was put into operation... Back then, it was still called general surgery; it hadn't been separated from the department yet."

After making a digression, Dean Zhao continued, "The head of general surgery went up and removed nearly 80cm of intestine. The patient's bleeding did stop, but he died a few days after the surgery."

"Did the patient's family file a lawsuit?" Zhao Tianjiao asked.

"There aren't that many unreasonable family members of patients. Most people are reasonable, and they are extremely grateful after a person dies."

But Wang Gang couldn't accept this fact. He told me that his skill level was insufficient, which led to the removal of too much of the intestine, and the patient couldn't withstand the trauma of the surgery, which is why he died.

"..." Zhao Tianjiao was taken aback, wondering why the old man was bringing this up.

(End of this chapter)