The shadowless light in the operating room was bright, the scalpel was thin, and Zheng Ren panicked.

He worked very hard to get to today's operation, but he didn't expect Dean Fu to be an assistant in person in order to express his attention to the professor.

At this time, he was standing in the corner of the operating room in a sterile surgical gown, and he couldn't see even a trace of the surgical field.

As long as there is surgery, there will be accidents. What Zheng Ren didn't expect was that there would be accidents before the operation.

It is important to have the surgery that is about to begin.

It is said that the patient lying on the operating table is the richest man in Haicheng, and he has pancreatic head cancer with a high degree of malignancy.

I could have chosen to go to the imperial capital and the magic capital to find the best surgeon in the country and do the top surgery in China.

But by chance, it was just in time for Professor RB Mori Yuichiro to come to China to give a lecture.

Professor Mori is one of the world's leading experts in hepatobiliary and pancreatic surgery, and it is said that he performed the Emperor's surgery a few years ago.

Demonstration surgery, to lie on the operating table, the whole process of live broadcast without dead ends.

The patient in front of him refused to do the free demonstration surgery, and spent a sky-high price, so he asked Professor Sen Yu to come to Haicheng to operate on himself alone when he returned to China after the lecture.

It is difficult to get the world's top professors to agree to come to Haicheng for surgery, Zheng Ren knows. But the patient does not want to stay in the imperial capital to be visited,

And

The key thing is that

He really invited Professor Sen Yu to Haicheng.

The professor's requirements are very strict, and no visits are allowed in the operation room. Therefore, Zheng Ren tried hard to get the operation, but did not go to the operating table.

Instead, according to the meaning of Dean Fu and Director Liu, he put on a surgical gown and stood in the corner waiting for the operation to end, and he went up to work as an assistant to sew the skin.

This is the best opportunity that Zheng Ren can strive for.

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At 9:15, the operation officially began.

Professor Mori Yuichiro has a rigorous style, and he doesn't stand up to the shelves of big-name doctors, and he personally opens the skin.

The skin, subcutaneous tissue, muscles, and peritoneum are cut layer by layer, and they are as skilled as cooking. The amount of bleeding is very small, and the visual inspection is only 5-10ml. The blood-stained gauze was only a little red, like red flowers blooming in the snow.

But the unexpected happened.

After the peritoneum opened, Dean Fu and Director Liu were stunned.

The malignant tumor of the pancreas develops extremely rapidly, and has invaded the surrounding tissues, and the adhesions are severe, as if they are one.

All the films of this patient have been consulted by too many specialists. Finally, it was sent to Mori Yuichiro's hands, and it was recognized that it could be surgically treated.

All experts and professors believe that the patient is stage 3 pancreatic head cancer, which is more severe, but there is no adhesion in the tumor tissue and surrounding area, and it is suitable for surgery.

It's a pity that the sky doesn't follow people's wishes, and everyone looks away.

After seeing this situation, Dean Fu's sweat suddenly burst out and wet the sterile cap.

What the hell is going on?

In order to avoid mistakes, an MRI was done two days before the operation, and compared with the previous film, there was not much change.

Could it be that the tumor tissue grows exponentially in two days?

Dean Fu held the suction device in his hand and trembled slightly.

Professor Mori Yuichiro was a little displeased, and tapped the suction device with the curved pliers in his hand, and whispered a word in Japanese.

Although Dean Fu did not understand Japanese, he keenly captured the negative emotions contained in the pliers hitting the suction device. Professor Sen Yu was not satisfied with himself, and Dean Fu was like falling into an ice cave, and his whole body was a little stiff.

The young translator behind him immediately turned grim and looked at Dean Fu sternly, "Fu Sang, Professor Senyu is very dissatisfied with your performance. Although your skills and equipment are as inferior, please show the utmost attention to complete the surgery. ”

It's been many years since anyone dared to talk to him like this, and Dean Fu was embarrassed. No wonder during the Anti-Japanese War, everyone hated the two devils and traitors the most, which was really hateful.

However, he didn't dare to show a trace of inner dissatisfaction, and tried to squeeze out a smile, which looked like flattery.

The condition is more complex than expected, but it is difficult for the world's top surgeons, but it is not impossible to solve.

The operation continued, and little by little the tumor and the surrounding tissue adhesions were patiently removed, and the bleeding was still very small. Slightly larger capillaries will be ligated in advance or burned off with electricity, without exception.

Standing under the shadowless lamp, Mori Uichiro is undoubtedly the striking protagonist, like a bright star, showing off his outstanding skills on stage.

Zheng Ren is a speck of dust in a dark corner, insignificant.

Although he couldn't go to surgery, he mentally made up the entire process of surgery according to the various instruments used by Professor Uichiro Mori.

If only I could take a look, Zheng Ren was extremely eager in his heart.

I tried to change the angles and see if I could see a little bit of the operation, but it was all in vain.

After more than ten minutes, Professor Mori put down the pliers and blunt scissors in his hand, said a word of Japanese, and turned to leave the operating table.

The tumor and the abdominal aorta are so heavily adhered that the last chance for surgery has been lost. Professor Mori Woo can't help it, not all diseases can be solved with surgery, and not all surgeries will be successful.

The surgery in front of me failed.

He didn't insist because if the adhesion between the tumor and the abdominal aorta was forcibly removed, it would cause massive bleeding to the point where the patient could not even get off the operating table.

It's a smart choice.

"Zheng Ren, you and Cen Meng come to close their stomachs. Director Liu greeted Zheng Ren.

Zheng Ren is just an ordinary attending physician, although he is very attentive and hardworking. But in a hierarchical medical system, there is no access to advanced surgery at his age. The only thing that can be done is third- and fourth-level surgeries such as appendicitis and hernia.

I wanted to come up and learn about the surgery of the world's top professors up close, but I was arranged in a corner, and I couldn't see the whole operation process at a glance.

But Jeong-in didn't complain.

But how long has it been? Is the surgery done?

No, it should have been a failed operation.

Dean Fu and Director Liu accompanied Professor Sen Yu off the stage, and Cen Meng and Zheng Ren, the hospitalized directors of the First Department of General Surgery, were left on the stage to be responsible for the abdomen.

Jung In stabilized his emotions and prepared to observe how far the operation had progressed.

The large tumor and the abdominal aorta are adhered together as if they were normal anatomy.

No wonder you want to give up, Zheng Ren thought to himself.

Suddenly, Zheng Ren felt a bright light in front of him. The shadowless lamp began to flicker, and all kinds of knives, scissors, and pliers danced like elves on the table in front of the instrument nurse.

He was in a trance, could it be that he was hallucinating? Then he realized that it was not a hallucination, it was an earthquake!

In an instant, the whole house shook, and the roof creaked, as if the ceiling and masonry frames were scattering at any moment, burying everyone.

But this is just Zheng Ren's feeling alone, and the operation on the operating table continues.

It was a feeling that ended in a split second, as if nothing had happened.

Then there was another tremor, the shadowless lamp flickered, and the white light shone on Zheng Ren's pupils.

The light was so strong that it was even more dazzling than looking directly at the midday sun. Zheng Ren immediately felt a trace of cold air fall from the top of his head into his body, and it was pitch black in front of him.

Could it be that the building collapsed and killed himself?

Is this what death feels like?

In a trance, Zheng Ren heard a violent coughing sound coming from his body, and he also smelled a smell of blood.

What's going on? Is it an illusion?

Countless memories poured out in Zheng Ren's mind, some of which he had forgotten since he was a child. At this time, it appeared very clearly, as if the river was overturned.

Is this the plane of memory before death? Or is it the legendary marquee? Zheng Ren had a headache, and such a vague thought appeared in his heart.

It seemed to be only a second, and it seemed that countless years had passed, and the ocean of memories calmed down, and at the same time, a voice appeared in Zheng Ren's ears.

System binding begins......

The system binding is over......

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