The Surgeon’s Studio

“Is it a double kidney surgery?” Dr. Charles was very dissatisfied with Brock Lesnar’s performance.

“Yes, yes,” Brock Lesnar answered hurriedly.

Dr. Charles did not leave. He returned to his seat, sat upright, and continued to watch the surgery. Although he was old, his waist was still straight.

Brock Lesnar had mixed feelings. He did not want anything to happen to the doctor, but he also wanted him to leave immediately.

Who knew if he really wanted to stay? Would he continue to be dissatisfied? Would his project team be cut off.

The old man despised interventional surgery. Damn it, how could the group of idiots doing heart intervention have such a big problem? Brock cursed in his heart.

This was a very complicated matter.

But there was no other way. Dr. Charles had already sat down. He could not just kick him out. If that was the case, it would really be courting death.

The surgery was still ongoing. Professor Rudolf Wagner’s renal artery stent surgery was done perfectly, whether it was in terms of technique, positioning, or every little detail.

However, the stenting surgery was ignored.

The scene switched back to the surgery. The surgeon had already begun flushing. After checking that there was no active bleeding, he closed the incision.

After one side was done, the other side was next.

During this period, the surgeon and his assistant had to change the patient’s position, re-sterilize, spread the sheets, and put on clothes, so this was a rare leisure time.

“Brock, what’s the background of the surgeons inside?” Dr. Charles suddenly asked.

Brock Lesnar hurriedly bent down and respectfully replied in Dr. Charles’ ear, “Doctor, yes. He’s Doctor Zheng, who was nominated for this year’s Nobel Prize in Medicine, and Rudolf Wagner from Heidelberg, who improved the TIPS surgery.”

“Interventional surgery has no future,” Doctor Charles said stubbornly.

The smile on Brock Lesnar’s face froze. It was so awkward, but he could not refute. This kind of thing… was really depressing.

But what could he do? There was nothing he could do.

It was already very difficult for Doctor Charles to be able to say a few words with a pleasant expression.

“I don’t think the surgeon is very old,” Doctor Charles asked.

Brock Lesnar immediately waved his hand. His assistant understood and hurriedly went to fetch the information about Zheng Ren and handed it to him.

“He’s from China. He’s 29 years old this year. He used to be a surgeon in a small hospital in China. At the end of last year, he became known to the world because of the prostate interventional embolization.” As he spoke, Brock Lesnar was also a little proud.

When he was a surgeon, he was completely unknown. He only gained the recognition of the world after he went for interventional surgery. How could he say that interventional surgery had no future?

“Mm.” Doctor Charles nodded. He did not think too much about the hidden meaning behind Brock Lesnar’s words. His attention was completely focused on Zheng Ren. He was thinking about this young man.

He was very good at surgery. How could he not be famous?

When he saw Zheng Ren dissecting animals’ livers in the surgical demonstration classroom, Dr. Charles could judge Zheng Ren’s level of surgical skills.

When he came here and performed microsurgery on Zheng Ren with a microscope that made things fifty times larger, he was not troubled by this.

Dr. Charles knew that microsurgery would cause great trouble to the surgeon every time a certain magnification device was used. It was not that the higher magnification, the better. It would definitely take a lot of time to get used to it. He originally thought that if Zheng Ren was not used to it, he would have to change back to an ordinary microscope.

However, unexpectedly, the surgeon did not refuse at all. Instead, he calmly put on a microscope that had fifty times magnification and began the surgery.

As for the surgery… looking back on it now, even if he were to go on stage, he would probably make a huge mistake and cause the surgery to fail.

Those difficulties did not seem to be a problem for this young doctor. He very calmly cut out the easily confused position and then found the real renal sympathetic nerve.

This kind of outstanding surgical talent and keen intuition made people sigh in admiration.

Even the genius Dr. Charles was amazed.

He was really powerful. The key was that he was still so young, and his future was limitless.

Suddenly, Dr. Charles remembered something that he had forgotten.

“The nomination for the Nobel Prize this year?” Dr. Charles asked.

“Yes, it is said that Dr. Mehar of the Karolinska Medical School of Stockholm Medical University gave the nomination,” Brock Lesnar answered in a low voice.

He kept bending his back, and his lumbar spine felt a little uncomfortable. However, it was better for him to let his lumbar spine suffer than to anger Dr. Charles.

He felt that his performance just now was very rude, and now he could only do some remedial work.

Brock Lesnar persisted and kept bending his back. He stood beside Dr. Charles with great respect and answered his questions.

“Doesn’t he know that the Nobel Prize discriminates against surgical procedures? Mehar… Mehar seemed to have had a consultation at the heart center last year. I read the report and it said that he could only maintain his life for less than a year.” Doctor Charles began to recall.

“Yes.” Brock Lesnar immediately said, “Doctor Mehar’s three coronary arteries were blocked last year and he has reached the end of his life. But Doctor Zheng happened to go to Sweden at that time, and he wanted to work hard for the Nobel Prize.”

“And then?”

“Doctor Mehar had a sudden cardiac arrest, and after his resuscitation, he came back to life. Later, with the permission of Madam Mehar, Doctor Zheng performed interventional surgery on Doctor Mehar’s coronary arteries.”

Interventional surgery, and it was interventional surgery again!

“I’ve seen the radiographic films. Mehar’s body is not in a condition to undergo coronary artery bypass grafting surgery.” Charles recalled the situation at that time and spoke with great disbelief.

“Doctor, it’s interventional surgery. It’s said to be coronary artery grinding surgery. After the surgery, Dr. Mehar recovered his health and is preparing to go to China soon to look for this doctor for a second-stage surgery,” Brock Lesnar said happily.

Interventional surgery had no future?

If there really was no future, Doctor Mehar would have been finished long ago!

Doctor Charles calmly began to think. At this time, the preparations for the surgery had been completed, and the surgery to peel off the opposite kidney had begun.

He did not think about anything else. Instead, he began to look at the surgery seriously.

On the big screen, the surgery was displayed in front of Doctor Charles’ eyes. The surgery was still very stable, accurate, and neither too fast nor too slow.

The procedure was the same, but he did not find it boring.

Stripping and finding the sympathetic nerves of the kidney was the essence of the whole surgery. Dr. Charles was engrossed in it.

Brock Lesnar found that the doctor’s fingers were moving slightly, as if he was standing at the operating table with a microscope.

Thirty-two minutes later, the renal artery stent went in.. The patient’s vital signs were stable, and soon, the entire procedure was over.