Zheng Ren seemed to have heard the professor’s prayer. The guide wire on the screen moved slowly but was very firm. Without any hesitation or pause, it passed through and entered.
Robin’s eyes opened wide but he did not notice. Although his research direction was in epidemiology, his professional attainment was higher than ninety percent of circulatory intervention doctors in the world.
Robin knew how difficult it was to perform surgery at that level.
Even if he did not, the final consultation opinions of the experts from the major medical centers in Europe and the Karolin Medical and Surgical Research Institute in Stockholm were still there.
It was a disease that could not be treated!
Professor Rudolf Wagner was foolish when he went to perform surgery on the doctor.
It was simply ridiculous.
What was even more ridiculous was that their first step actually succeeded.
Robin was stunned as he watched the guide wire penetrate the wall of sighs.
The most difficult step had been done just like that? He knew that with the opening created in the previously completely blocked right coronary artery, even if it was small, Dr. Mehar’s heart would receive a fresh supply of blood.
Before that, the power that kept his heart beating came from the network of capillaries. How could that bit of arterial blood satisfy the heartbeat of his heart?
If it were not for the ECMO, Dr. Mehar would have met his maker long ago.
The process of opening the blocked blood vessels was the most difficult and also the most dangerous.
The fragile heart could stop beating at any moment. On the operating table, the assistant beside the surgeon did not do anything. He just stood there, ready to defibrillate Dr. Mehar as soon as possible.
However, he did not move until a passage was opened.
The surgeon’s operation was gentle. It was so gentle that the heart could not feel it, which would collapse if he exerted any force.
“It’s impossible!” Robin stared at the screen in shock. His whole body was stiff.
‘It’s okay, it’s okay. This is just the beginning.’ Robin comforted himself in his heart. Before this, he had a full understanding of Dr. Mehar’s condition and the operation.
Under such circumstances, no one could use the rotary mill to solve the mountain of blood clots and calcified lesions in the doctor’s coronary artery.
Absolutely not!
Otherwise, the opinions of many experts throughout Europe and even the United States would not be so pessimistic.
No one suggested interventional surgery.
Because…no one could do it.
The guide wire was gently pulled out, and then the rotary mill probe was sent in.
The air in the operating room had frozen over. Everyone felt that there was a big stone pressing on their chest, making breathing a luxury.
The first step actually went so smoothly, which was beyond the expectations of all the experts present. Who knew what would happen next?
Professor Rudolf Wagner had exclaimed before that the young man before him had a pair of hands that had been kissed by the heavens.
Now that he looked at it, that was indeed the case.
The action of opening the right coronary artery just now was flawless in every detail. It was perfect to the extreme.
However, this was a routine operation. Many doctors had done this before, but they had never done it for a condition as serious as Dr. Mehar’s.
Next, it was time to begin the coronary rotational grinding technique.
Dr. Mehar was a difficult patient in regards to the rotational grinding technique.
In the acute stage of thrombotic coronary artery disease or coronary heart disease, rotational grinding could aggravate the formation of thrombus in the acute stage.
Moreover, Dr. Mehar’s coronary artery had formed an angle of more than 90 degrees, which meant it was extremely dangerous.
The large angle meant that there was less space for rotational grinding during the surgery and it could leak into the coronary artery at any time, causing coronary artery bleeding and cardiac tamponade.
Even if it did not leak, just the internal membrane of the blood vessel would be torn by the rotary grinder, which would also cause the artery to be dissected.
The people present, including the young doctors who were recording the numbers, were all the elites among the elites of their peers. Everyone knew the difficulty of the operation, their eyes focused on the screen.
The rotary grinder was sent into the right coronary artery. Without any hesitation, the surgeon was extremely confident and directly went into position in one step and started the rotary grinder.
Countless fragments could be vaguely seen, but they were too fast for anyone to see clearly.
The fragments were covered by the filter screen behind the rotary grinder. The larger fragments would be prevented from entering the coronary artery’s capillaries.
As for the smaller fragments, they were harmless to the human body and would not cause embolism or necrosis.
Pieces of blood clots were cut off and turned into fragments by the rotary grinder. Like drilling a mountain to open a path, the rotating probe ground all the way forward, creating a path of life.
The whole process was divided into two steps. The first step was what the surgeon was doing, which was simply grinding and rotating to create a path.
This step was very difficult. It was so difficult that countless high-level professors did not dare to do it.
However, it was not the most difficult step.
The most difficult step was the second step. The thrombus and calcified foci near the intima of the right coronary artery were ground away.
The staff at the Karolinska Institute of Medical Surgery in Stockholm held their breath and watched as the rotating probe moved forward step by step. In a few minutes, the right coronary artery was basically opened.
Professor Rudolf Wagner did not relax. Instead, he became even more nervous.
The fact that the surgery had reached this step was already beyond his expectations.
However, the most difficult step was the position of the rotating probe near the intima of the blood vessel. It could be said that here if Zheng Ren’s hand was less than 1 mm off, the surgery could be declared a failure and Dr. Mehar would be dead.
The professor’s palm was full of sweat. He stared at the screen with full concentration, watching as the rotary mill probe began to touch the part near the intima of the blood vessels.
He subconsciously wiped his sweaty palms on his spotless white clothes but could not wipe away the nervousness and anxiety in the depths of his heart.
Professor Rudolf Wagner’s heart was beating very fast. It was as if someone was beating a drum in his body. He was fully focused on the screen, but his body was trembling slightly as his heart beat loudly.
Robin nervously stared at the screen just like Professor Rudolf Wagner. Because he had been breathing with his mouth open for a long time, he felt that his mouth was a little dry. He forcefully swallowed a mouthful of saliva but felt a little pain.
Because he was too nervous, the glands in his mouth had not secreted saliva for a long time.
The friction of the dehydrated mucous membrane caused damage, causing the capillaries to burst. For a moment, Robin could smell blood in his mouth.
However, he did not care about the changes in his body. Instead, he focused on the screen. His hands were wrapped around his fingers, and his nails were lodged deeply into the back of his hands. The nail bed was pale.
The operation of the rotating probe was fine to the millimeter level. The thrombus and calcified plaques on the intima of the blood vessels were finely rotated away. The right coronary artery gradually showed the shape that a blood vessel should have.
Half an hour had passed. Dr. Mehar, who was lying in the operating theater, did not have any problems at all. The fatal complications such as ventricular fibrillation, which he had expected to happen, did not appear.
Moreover, with the opening of the right coronary artery, the blood supply to the heart muscle had improved and the situation was getting better bit by bit.
It took Zheng Ren half an hour to open up the entire right coronary artery.
The moment the rotary mill probe was removed, Su Yun let out a long breath.
“Boss, I was almost scared to death.”
