Little Oliver looked at the professor's "clumsy" operation and really wanted to go on stage and replace him.

But this is just a dream, an unrealistic dream.

He knew that he didn't have Zheng Ren's surgical techniques, and he was more "clumsy" than the professor after he went up.

So it can only be a beautiful idea.

"Over-select the internal iliacs, go up, the second branch. Zheng Ren said lightly.

"Uh-huh. Professor Rudolf Wagner was engrossed, and his wrists and fingers shook slightly, which was invisible.

As if it had a soul, the micro-guidewire followed the large blood vessels and went straight to the next branch blood vessels.

"Go on, go down, the third branch. Zheng Ren continued to guide.

The professor's operation is the world's top early vascular superselection, and it is not difficult for him at all.

A few minutes later, the previous vascular superselection was over, and the position was similar to that of the professor's surgery in the magic capital.

Here, that's the limit of the professor.

"Continue, downward, the third branch vessel. Zheng Ren continued.

"Old ...... Boss...... I can't get in here......" the professor said, his hand aching.

"Smack!"

Zheng Ren carried a hemostatic pliers in his hand and struck directly on Professor Rudolf Wagner's wrist.

"Ah......" The professor didn't expect Zheng Ren to hit himself with pliers, and looked at Zheng Ren in surprise with his head in pain.

"Boss......" Professor Rudolf Wagner was puzzled.

"Huh?" Zheng Ren was also puzzled, "Fugui'er, didn't you say that I should cut you?"

Professor "......" burst into tears.

Little Oliver stood behind, feeling as if his lead clothes were several times heavier, and he couldn't even breathe.

"That's because you misunderstood the meaning of Chinese, so I said don't let you learn Northeast dialect. Zheng Ren smiled and said, "Try it, if it doesn't work, I'll do this operation." ”

In the face of the gentle Zheng Ren, Professor Rudolf Wagner felt that there was a devil standing next to him!

"No!" the professor subconsciously roared, "Boss, you did a good job, that's what I meant!"

"Huh?"

"I won't have any more objections, please be sure to teach me to do surgery!" After the professor finished speaking, he hurriedly put all his energy into the operation of the microguidewire, and according to Zheng Ren, he tried his best to let the microguidewire enter the next level of vascular branches.

However, the previously obedient microguidewire is no longer willing to listen to Professor Rudolf Wagner's control, and after being placed near the vascular branch, the professor uses force to turn the microguidewire to the other side.

"That's not how power is used. Zheng Ren said, "The wrist is fixed, the middle finger is not moved, and the thumb and index finger are twisted." Be light, don't push too hard. Belch...... Don't be too light, moderate!"

The professor's hand hung in the air and did as Jeong-in said.

But the micro guide wire in his hand is too hard! With the special micro guide wire, he can't enter the branch blood vessels of the next level, let alone use such a hard guy.

Once, twice, three times......

Sweat broke out of Professor Rudolf Wagner's forehead.

"Oliver...... Xi Bao'er, wipe the sweat of Fugui'er. Zheng Ren was very calm, and the professor's failures again and again seemed normal to him.

The level of the professor, that is, close to the grandmaster level, is especially obvious when he is promoted to the master level.

He had surgery, and it would be good if he could reach his level in the imperial capital. And it takes luck to be able to escalate during surgery.

But can it really be?

Zheng Ren was not in a hurry, and saw that the sweat had penetrated the sterile cap, so he asked Xi Baoer to wipe the sweat of the professor.

Wiping sweat is a routine action on the operating table.

Usually, it's a visiting nurse or anesthesiologist who wipes the doctor's sweat.

If there is no time, the surgeon will rub his head on the back of the assistant's shoulder a few times to wipe the sweat away.

Or you can wipe the sweat off the shoulders of the instrument nurse.

But in interventional surgery, if the nurse doesn't come in, there is no such treatment.

Little Oliver hurriedly asked Shay for a piece of sterile gauze, "Professor, I'll wipe your sweat." ”

Professor Rudolf Wagner was very upset and took out all his anger on little Oliver.

"How many times have I told you! Call me Fuguier!" exclaimed Professor Rudolf Wagner.

Little Oliver was like a lamb, innocent and helpless.

"Quietly. The hemostatic pliers in Zheng Ren's hand snapped and struck Professor Rudolf Wagner's wrist.

Although Zheng Ren's local anatomy skills have not been added to the orthopedics, the overall skills have gone up, the techniques are exquisite, and the beating professor is also very handy.

Although it is hit in the same position every time, it will not cause visible damage to the body surface, nor will it cause organic damage, but it is extremely painful.

The professor immediately changed his face, smiled, and stretched his head back to the side for little Oliver to wipe the sweat off his head.

"Don't be nervous, take your time. Zheng Ren is very gentle and not impatient at all, "You have to feel the hardness of the micro guide wire, and then use the right amount of force to send the micro guide wire into the blood vessels." ”

The professor continued to operate, failing dozens of times, and then dozens of times repeating the operation.

He seemed to recall that he had just seen Zheng Ren's operation, and it was not difficult at all, and he went in all at once.

Watching Zheng Ren do it, it was not difficult at all. But it's hard to do it yourself.

For the first time, little Oliver saw Professor Rudolf Wagner so docile, he stood behind him in a trance, not daring to move.

Just now, Zheng Ren hit the professor with hemostat pliers, so that little Oliver's eyes almost didn't fall off.

The professor is the world's top interventional doctor, and he will be beaten with hemostatic forceps...... This kind of thing is usually only the professor beating others, roaring like a lion, and the whole operating room trembling under his obscenity.

Unexpectedly, in the far East, the professor turned out to be like a shepherd dog who was trained.

It was terrible, and little Oliver felt that the lead coat on his body was a little heavier.

There are also some international students from China at the Heidelberg University Medical Center, but they are all good-tempered and not so irritable.

Could this be the exchange of the Middle Eastern way?

The communication with the patient is very strange, the communication between the doctors, it turns out that this is the case, and little Oliver seems to have some understanding.

"Yes, that's the strength, be careful not to burst the branch blood vessels...... Yes, that's it, don't move your middle finger, tap the guide wire, and then lighten it. ”

As he spoke, the hemostatic pliers in Zheng Ren's hand slammed into Professor Rudolf Wagner's wrist with a "snap", "Talking to you, you didn't hear it, tap!"

"Okay, boss," Professor Rudolf Wagner replied crisply.

This is the standard oriental communication, for sure, little Oliver stood behind, watching the micro guidewire enter the branch veins of the next level with some reluctance, and a smile appeared on his face.

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