This level is okay, Dr. Charles watched quietly.

Shuye is so familiar, if you do it yourself...... As he watched, he imagined what he would do if he were having surgery.

Although the thinking is slightly different, it always solves the problem.

Starting from the thoracolumbar spine, the tissues around the sympathetic nerves of the kidneys are free, the anatomy is clear and clear, and the anatomy is clear and clear.

Gradually descending, the sympathetic nerves begin to accompany the renal arteries and appear near the adventitia.

The free adventitia of the blood vessels does not affect the blood vessels themselves, only a millimeter, but every time there is no danger, the blood vessels are not affected at all.

Soon, the surgical field followed the sympathetic nerve to the narrowed segment of the kidney.

This is the focus of the whole operation.

When he saw this, Dr. Brock Lesner gradually realized that Zheng Ren's diagnosis seemed to be correct.

No matter how much he tried to deny it, he could only reluctantly admit that there was indeed a problem with radiofrequency ablation.

Different from previous conjectures, this is a surgical operation, which can intuitively see the physiological structure and anatomy of the patient.

If anything, it's that anatomy is the most intuitive.

Seeing the sympathetic nerve of the kidney plunging headlong into the narrowed segment of the renal artery, Dr. Brock Lesner's heart went to his throat.

It is no wonder that after the renal artery stent was applied, the patient's blood pressure continued to rise, accompanied by various heart diseases.

This demonstrates the failure of the RDN procedure for renal sympathetic depletion.

The renal sympathetic nerve is still present, and because the renal artery stenosis has relatively hard scar tissue, the renal sympathetic nerve is compressed after the renal artery is stretched open by the stent, and all the subsequent symptoms appear.

There have been studies on RDN that have failed...... Dr. Brock Lesner became more and more frustrated the more he looked at it.

It's no longer speculation, it's a real "eye-to-eye" experience. There is no way to refute this, and there is no way to refute it.

None of this is the main thing, and Brock really can't figure out why this is happening.

The rest is just a success or failure of the operation, and Dr. Brock Lesnar doesn't really care about that.

He stood dejectedly to the side, the light and shadow on the big screen flickering, reflecting on his face, uncertain.

Other doctors are gradually realizing this, and the doctors who have studied RDN research are eager to pick up something and smash the screen to vent their anger.

No one wants to fail, especially scientists.

Failure once, in a sense, may be a lifetime of hard work in vain. It is difficult to say whether there will be new projects in the future, or what role will be played in the new project team.

It can be said that the future is bleak and very slim.

Although they had a lot of things on their minds, the operation on the screen was carried out unhurriedly like a natural law that does not transfer by human will.

A thick-looking sympathetic nerve had been freed, and Dr. Charles knew that the operation could be declared a success.

Although he does not like interventional surgery very much, and the doctor of this operation is an interventional doctor, it does not prevent him from appreciating such a perfect operation.

In Dr. Charles's opinion, this operation is simply a work of art, a flawless work of art!

This is a textbook classic surgery, and the surgeon's skills and techniques are close to the level of his peak.

Dr. Charles looked at him with admiration, and when the sympathetic nerve of the kidney, which looked thick under a fifty-fold microscope, was freed, he stood up.

"After the surgery, ask this doctor to come to my lab and look for me. Professor Charles said, "Also, give me a copy of the video of the operation." ”

Dr. Brock Lesner nodded his head, not daring to ask a single question.

As long as he can send him away, Brock is willing to do anything.

But just as Dr. Charles was about to turn around, a sudden change occurred.

On the screen, a black shadow shrouded it, as if the sky had fallen, covering almost half of the screen.

Dr. Charles froze for a moment, his body was slightly stunned, and he frowned.

The hemostat under the fifty-fold mirror looked so thick, like an oolong, roaring, and smacking on the newly free renal sympathetic nerve.

Belch......

Everyone present was stunned, and Dr. Charles raised his hand and pointed to the screen tremblingly, and could feel that the old man was so angry that he couldn't even speak.

This operation was originally a flawless work of art, but because of this reckless operation of the surgeon, it was all ruined!

It's all ruined!!!

Bullock was afraid that something would happen to Dr. Charles in his laboratory, after all, the old man had a bad heart, and if he died in his own laboratory, let alone the project, it would be difficult for him to stay in the Mayo Clinic.

It's not even a matter if you can't stay, and it's a question of whether you can gain a foothold in the academic world in the future.

He hurriedly grabbed Dr. Charles and slowed his voice as slowly as he could, but before he could speak, Dr. Charles shook his hand away.

Although the old man was already old and did not have much strength left, how dare Brock exert himself.

"Nonsense!" said Dr. Charles, so angry that the veins in the back of his forehead bulged high.

Brock was so frightened that his blood pressure soared, and this was the rhythm of an accident.

Bullock scolded Zheng Ren in his heart, and hurriedly supported Dr. Charles, for fear that he would weaken and fall into his arms.

If something happens, send them away immediately. At worst, I have to be sent to the ICU, saying that I can't die in my own laboratory.

However, in the next second, Dr. Charles's angry expression froze, his arms stiffened, and he pointed at the big screen, motionless.

Dr. Brock Lesnar's heart sank.

It's over, it's a cerebral infarction...... Or a cerebral hemorrhage.

Holding Dr. Charles's hand and shaking, Brock Lesner tried to control it, his mind thinking quickly about which department to send the doctor.

Must be sent away, must be sent away, Bullock tried to control his nervousness, but his whole body became stiff at some point, like a puppet, and he couldn't make any movements.

Faintly, Brock could hear the creaking sound between his joints, so loud, so harsh.

Dr. Charles must not be allowed to fall, and he must be held by himself.

A few seconds later, a voice reached Bullock's ear - "Is there a problem with the ECG monitoring?"