Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
The transverse section of the spleen was very slow. At least, that was how Zheng Ren saw it. He had been controlling his hand speed.
He knew where he would encounter the small arteries after more than a hundred surgeries. The capillaries were cauterized to stop the bleeding. The small arteries were cut, separated, clamped, and ligated with ease.
Many shocked expressions appeared not only on the faces of the people watching from the side, but also on the faces of the doctors watching the live broadcast of Xinglin Garden’s surgery.
It was very important for the surgery to be clean, because the operating field decided whether or not the abnormal tissue structure would be noticed. With the eyes watching, the possibility of an abnormal situation would be reduced by a lot.
But this operating field was too clean…
On the stage, counting the scrub nurse, there were a total of three people, and their coordination was extremely tacit.
The scrub nurse had a big bend in one hand, and she could also accurately deliver the instrument. The assistant exposed the surgical field, so much so that he even smoked an electric cigarette.
As for the surgeon… How did he do it? Transecting the spleen, how could the surgical field be guaranteed to be so clean?
Thirty-three hours before the operation began, Xinglin Garden was officially recognized by the 912 and began to advertise.
Many people did not think much of it. They thought that it was a publicity stunt. It was an inevitable commercial action by Xinglin Garden before it went on sale.
They were very disdainful of the doctors’ hype about the success of the operation, the patient’s life, and Xinglin Garden’s publicity.
There were also some people who came with the intention of watching the operation fail.
No matter what they thought, the end result was the same — they saw an unparalleled splenectomy.
No matter whether the surgery was successful or not, just the fact that the spleen was transected to this extent could be said that it was done by a top-notch surgeon.
Almost everyone who watched the surgery put themselves in the role of the surgeon. If they were in the position of the surgeon, what would happen?
They were all experienced doctors who had rich clinical and surgical experience. After everyone put themselves in the role, they found that their level was really not good enough compared to the surgeon who was broadcasting the surgery live.
If they were on the stage, the entire abdominal cavity would probably be filled with blood before the surgery could even reach this stage. If there was more of the operative view, it would be a puddle of blood. No one knew which bloody vessel it all came from.
In the headquarters of Xinglin Garden, Peng Jia sat in the front row of the large conference room very seriously. The projection was broadcasting the surgery that was being broadcasted live.
He was very nervous. Before he watched the live broadcast of the surgery, he had even taken a blood pressure medication orally. He even had nitroglycerin by his side in case something unexpected happened.
This was a very dangerous path. On one hand, the venture capitalists would make more concessions. On the other hand, the live broadcast of the surgery and Xinglin Garden would suffer serious injuries, causing delays or failures in the market.
Boss Zheng had successfully performed the porcelain gallbladder surgery. This did not necessarily mean that the giant spleen from Gaucher disease could be successfully removed.
Peng Jia had no other choice but to sit quietly and watch since he had already placed his bets.
He specially invited an academician from the Sorcery Capital who specialized in general surgery to watch the live broadcast of the surgery together. Peng Jia was afraid that he would not be able to understand the surgery. He was still thinking about success even when he failed in the end.
If that was the case, he was afraid that he would have a heart attack and would not even know how he died.
In the beginning, the academician of the Academy of Engineering, Elder Lin, rejected it. In his opinion, the live broadcast of the surgery was too unreliable. However, Xinglin Garden still had connections. In the end, they invited Elder Lin to watch the surgery.
Elder Lin was very disdainful, but as the surgery progressed, his expression gradually changed.
Peng Jia could not understand the surgery. Although he knew a lot of medical knowledge, if he had not been to the surgery, then he had not been to the surgery. He could not predict how the surgery that seemed to be going smoothly, was going.
Perhaps the surgery was going smoothly.
However, he could see some clues from Elder Lin’s expression.
Elder Lin was old. He began to doze off before the surgery. However, as the surgery began, he opened his eyes. His pair of turbid eyes never closed again. He did not even blink, as if he was afraid of missing one frame.
The surgery went on bit by bit. Peng Jia suddenly noticed that Elder Lin’s fingers were slightly trembling.
It was not Parkinson’s. Although Elder Lin was old, his hands were still very stable. At the age of eighty, he had to personally perform two hepatectomy operations every week.
Peng Jia had a thought in his heart, but he did not say it out loud. Elder Lin was simulating the surgery as a surrogate.
He sensed a trace of stability on Elder Lin’s expression. It was not that Elder Lin was stable, but his heart was stable.
Even Elder Lin could not help but immerse himself in the process of the surgery. There should not be anything to be picky about the process of the surgery, right?
As he watched, Elder Lin suddenly sighed.
Peng Jia’s heart instantly rose to his throat. Three coronary arteries contracted in an instant. His heart was not supplied with enough oxygen, and his chest and back hurt like needles prickled it.
Was this… a heart attack? Peng Jia hurriedly closed his eyes. He did not dare to peek at Elder Lin’s expression, nor did he dare to look at the live broadcast of the surgery. Instead, he stabilized his mind and calmed his uneasy emotions.
After a few seconds, he felt a little better.
“Elder Lin, you must be tired,” Peng Jia asked softly.
Elder Lin shook his head. His hands were no longer shaking. He no longer simulated the surgery process. Instead, he leaned against the back of the chair and relaxed.
“Look at this surgery…” Peng Jia asked nervously.
“The surgery has already been completed.” Elder Lin’s eyes were slightly closed, and there was a hint of relief in his aged voice.
Uh… Peng Jia turned back to look at the screen. The surgery was still ongoing. The surgeon seemed to be trimming the yellow greater omentum.
The surgery was still ongoing. Why did Elder Lin say that it was already completed?
Peng Jia had a thought in his mind. Elder Lin meant that the most difficult part of the surgery was over. The remaining steps were not difficult for the surgeon at all.
However, he only dared to place this thought in the deepest part of his heart.
He was afraid that if he asked, his beautiful dream would be shattered.
“Little Peng, the surgeon is an interventional surgeon?” Elder Lin was a little tired as he slowly asked.
“He’s a doctor from the General Surgery Department, but he’s currently performing an interventional surgery called TIPS, and he’s already been nominated for a Nobel Prize,” Peng Jia replied.
Elder Lin did not speak anymore. He closed his eyes to rest. Occasionally, he would open his eyes to look at the progress of the surgery.
Thirty-two minutes after Elder Lin said that the surgery had ended, Peng Jia saw that the surgery’s live broadcast began to use warm saline to rinse the abdominal cavity.
After two washes, the liquid that was sucked out of the aspirator was only slightly red. If one did not look carefully, they would not be able to notice it.
The surgery was a success, right.
“Elder Lin, do you think the surgery was a success?” Only at this moment did Peng Jia dare to ask.
“It was already a success. The rest is the finishing work,” Elder Lin said faintly. Then, he stood up and patted Peng Jia’s shoulder. He sighed and said, “Live streaming is good. Thirty years ago, if there was such a method, we wouldn’t have continued to fumble around in the clinic, causing some mistakes to happen again and again.”
