The Surgeon's Studio

Panda Novel

It was done so quickly?

Chief Qi looked at the time without batting an eyelid—the surgery had lasted 28 minutes.

How could it be so fast? Was he taking too many shortcuts? Chief Qi called over the department chief from his office and whispered a few words.

The department chief quickly looked for the Information Center’s department chief to start downloading the surgery and then prepared to send an email.

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At Mayo Clinic headquarters in Rochester, Minnesota, USA at around 8pm.

Mu Tao sat quietly in the laboratory opposite a senior Chinese Doctor, Wu Chuntian.

Wu Chunchun had a very rustic sounding name. Doctor Wu was one of those people who went abroad in the 1980s and ended up staying at Mayo Clinic as a tenured professor.

He and Wu Haishi were old friends and had a good relationship. Wu Haishi sent Mu Tao to Mayo Clinic for further study through his relationship with Wu Chuntian.

In the United States, academic doctors had titles similar to domestic ones like assistant professors, associate professors, and tenured professors. The process was similar to that in China. It involved teaching and publishing a certain amount of papers with quality.

Academic titles are granted by the medical school but there was no title if you did not go to one.

That was why American doctors like to be called ‘doctor’ instead of ‘professor’ or ‘chief’.

Doctors were eternal. Everything else was temporary in a certain period of life.

However, Mu Tao knew that Wu Chuntian would never leave the Mayo Clinic if he could.

No one wanted to leave the place. Mayo Clinic was the Holy Land of the medical world.

They were quietly waiting for the signal transmission from their hometown on the other side of the ocean.

The latest issue of The New England Journal of Medicine was on the table. The page that Mu Tao flipped to was an article about TIPS surgery.

Mu Tao’s brain was a mess. The article said that the number of times the TIPS surgery was performed was incredible.

When he recalled the surgery that was broadcasted live in the surgery room, although Teacher Wu did not believe it, Mu Tao was sure that it was real.

Could it be that the Xinglin Garden live broadcasting room’s live surgeries were done by that doctor called Zheng Ren?

It was not important who did it. What was important was that Mu Tao felt like he was so far from reaching that sort of level.

It was the pinnacle of TIPS surgery!

How many interventional doctors dreamed of having a successful needle puncture!

His teacher Wu Haishi could not realize it and the Mayo Clinic too. However, such a simple and honest young doctor had managed to make it a reality?

That was impossible!

Mu Tao was not convinced but did not voice it out. He just sat quietly. His eyes were fixed on the magazine on the table. The first author was Zheng Ren and the second author was Rudolf G. Wagner.

Professor Rudolf G. Wagner, the top scholar in the industry. Mu Tao knew him.

He also knew the gap between the first author and the second author of an article.

Everything was true. Had the young doctor who had perfectly completed the prostate interventional embolization in the Imperial Capital grown to this extent?

It was unbelievable.

The sound of an email coming in was heard on the computer. Wu Chuntian immediately opened the email as fast as he could.

As expected, the content of the email was a video of the surgery.

The video was not big and was quickly downloaded.

The air in the laboratory felt as if it had frozen over. A few tenured professors of the Mayo Clinic stared at the computer screen and watched the video. They did not want to miss even a single image.

In the surgery video, Mu Tao really saw the young figure.

He appeared in the corner of the video at the very beginning. Beside him stood a tall German man.

The person who disinfected the operating table and laid out the surgery list looked quite old. He was very serious and meticulous.

This was an authorized recording. From the moment the patient walked onto the operating table, the entire recording was recorded. It was completely different from the Xinglin Garden live broadcast room.

Therefore, Mu Tao saw more information than when he was watching the live broadcast room.

Soon, Professor Rudolf Wagner left the operating room. The young figure that he would never forget standing in the assistant’s position.

It turned out that he did not know how to do it. He could only be an assistant. Mu Tao felt much better.

However, the surgeon personally disinfected the patient but the assistant just stood on the side… Forget it, that kind of detail was not worth pondering.

The video was pushed forward frame by frame. The intravenous catheter, the guide wire, and the catheter entered. In Mu Tao’s opinion, Gao Shaojie’s technique was indeed very good but not good enough. It was definitely not world-class.

Mu Tao analyzed it objectively. His skill level was only higher than that of the surgeon in the video.

So that was it. However, Mu Tao still looked at the video seriously and waited for the final scene of the puncture.

The puncture kit entered. The position on the video… Mu Tao could not understand it.

It was only one of the many puncture points. Why did they choose that specific place?

The puncture kit stopped moving. It looked like they were going to perform a puncture.

Suddenly in the surgery video, the young man standing in the assistant’s position suddenly moved the hemostatic forceps and smacked the surgeon’s wrist.

The Mayo Clinic’s intervention laboratory was filled with exclamations.

What a familiar scene.

Mu Tao’s heart was in turmoil.

He was not an assistant, he was freaking teaching surgery!

Only when teaching surgery would the teacher stand in the assistant’s position, holding a hemostatic forceps in his hand. If his movements were not right, the hemostatic forceps would strike at him at any time.

Why was that happening? The surgeon’s skill was not bad. He could reach the average standard there at Mayo Clinic. How could he still be taught surgery at his level?

Mu Tao could not understand.

No matter what he thought, time was still passing as the video kept progressing.

Once the hemostatic forceps were used, the surgeon immediately changed his hand shape slightly and the puncture kit also changed its position.

The almost invisible puncture needle was inserted, and the puncture kit was then withdrawn followed by the membrane stent.

Were they really confident that the puncture would succeed in one try?

That was also…

Mu Tao could not describe his feelings as he watched the video without blinking.

The membrane stent entered and connected the hepatic vein and portal vein through the puncture needle.

During the angiogram, the blood flow between the portal vein and the hepatic vein was smooth. The operation was successful.

After that, another recyclable stent entered and opened the airbag, completing the TIPS operation perfectly.

It was real… It was all real..

The laboratory’s atmosphere was suffocating. Everyone felt that it was so difficult to even breathe.

Even trying to breathe in just a little felt like a huge task.

It was simply unbelievable! He really completed the TIPS surgery with just one needle!

Mu Tao suddenly felt that he was watching the Xinglin Garden live broadcast all over again.

The only difference was that the young doctor called Zheng Ren, who was standing in the assistant’s position, used a hemostatic forceps to hit the surgeon’s wrist.

Just how many surgeries had he gone through before he could master the TIPS surgery to such an extent that he could teach it!

That was a question that hovered in the minds of everyone present, like a crow screeching over and over again.