"Congwen, are you in a bad mood?" Shen Lang understood Zhou Congwen, and he had already heard something was wrong.

"Yes." Zhou Congwen nodded, "After I heard the coronary dissection, I felt much more awake."

"I can't do it. I will wake up only when the teacher stands in front of the blackboard and asks to find a classmate to do this question when he is in school."

The chatting did not disrupt the operation. Zhou Congwen had cut open the skin, and the electric burn stopped bleeding, and the light source went in.

The operation was done very smoothly, very smoothly, and very smoothly.

It was so smooth that Xiao Kai felt that he was dreaming that the ceiling sleeve cutting that was once difficult was so simple.

Recently, Xiao Kai's level has also improved. Sometimes he even secretly imagines the process of his surgery and compares it with Zhou Congwen's demonstration surgery.

Is it level? It must be slightly worse than Zhou Congwen's, but it seems that it is not much worse. Xiao Kai thinks so.

However, Zhou Congwen had something to do. When he was driving at full speed, Xiao Kai finally realized the gap between him and Zhou Congwen.

This gap is not as small as Xiao Kai thinks, but is so huge that Xiao Kai almost loses all his ambitions.

The gap is too big, Xiao Kai knows that he will never reach Zhou Congwen's level in his life.

With the upper right lung, wedge-shaped removal and lymph node cleaning, Zhou Congwen did it cleanly, and even gave Xiao Kai the feeling that this was not an operation, but an artist completed a famous painting.

But in such a short time, Zhou Congwen might have actually undergone three surgeries. This is too fierce, Xiao Kai sighed.

"Professor Zhou, have you bought a ticket?" Xiao Kai saw that the operation was completed immediately. Zhou Congwen was about to turn around and go to the next surgery room with a few injections, so he asked.

"No need to buy tickets." Zhou Congwen said.

"ah?"

"It should be a special plane."

“…”

As he was talking, Zhou Congwen's cell phone rang in his butt pocket.

"Shen Lang, help me pick it up."

While doing the final stitching, Zhou Congwen told Shen Lang to help him answer the phone.

Shen Lang answered the phone and saw that Zhou Congwen was sewing and could not turn his head, so he pressed the external button.

"Is it Professor Zhou?" The voice opposite spoke very politely, but a little stern and anxious.

"I'm, you're from the department, right? Did the boss ask me to have surgery?" Zhou Congwen asked.

The person on the opposite side was stunned, "Professor Zhou, the plane has two hours left."

"Oh, I still have two surgeries on this side, which will take an hour and a half." Zhou Congwen said, "Don't worry."

The person on the other side did not expect that Zhou Congwen knew that he was going to find Mr. Huang to complete the operation together. He actually had to undergo surgery at the Second Hospital of Medical University, and was slightly stunned.

Does he know which one is more important? Shouldn’t he put down all the work at hand and go directly to the airport?

Countless questions emerged, so many that they almost floated in the operating room along the phone line.

"Professor Zhou, you know that this operation is going to fly to London. It is a route specially applied for by the Ministry, and the plane is also..."

"I know the situation is urgent, but the patient still needs to do the surgery." Zhou Congwen said, "It doesn't affect you. Just calculate the time to pick me up."

"If there is a traffic jam..."

"Well? The department has even prepared a special plane, and there is no police car to open the road?" Zhou Congwen asked in confusion, "This is your first time doing this? No way."

“…”

Silence across the phone.

"I'm having surgery here. When the car arrives, I'll get off the stage and leave together." Zhou Congwen said without any doubt.

Shen Lang was stunned when he heard this. He hung up the phone and asked, "Congwen, why do I feel that you are so skilled?"

"No, isn't it all done on TV like this?" Zhou Congwen smiled, turned around and stepped down, rinsed the warm salt water and sutured it to Xiao Kai, and went to the next door surgery room to cooperate with Chen Houkun for another operation.

...

...

The operating room of Wellington Hospital was already busy.

Dr. Miyamoto's operation failed, which brought irreversible damage. However, there was an emergency plan before the operation. After a brief consultation and discussion, another imaging was performed.

The imaging showed that the coronary artery tear position was gradually expanding, slowly and firmly, and was not subject to human will.

The dissection at this location is the most troublesome. Generally, if the circulatory intervention is performed, this is the case.

Even more serious is myocardial rupture. Fortunately, the queen did not have a similar situation. Otherwise, Dr. Miyamoto might have committed suicide by having a caesarean section now, thanking Yinglun...

However, the dissection of the coronary artery has also caused everyone a headache.

The planned plan requires emergency surgery, and Wellington Hospital is preparing to seek Mr. Huang’s opinion.

After all, he was the only doctor before the operation to say excimer laser technology might fail.

In the expectation, Mr. Huang’s suggestion is very clear about surgical procedures. Even if he is at great risk, there is only one way to operate.

But unexpectedly, Mr. Huang actually proposed that he could not operate, but wanted to create an artificial interlayer, and use operations to expand the interlayer and lower the stent inside the interlayer.

This incredible idea made the doctors, experts at Wellington Hospital and the experts present around the world stunned.

Artificial mezzanine?

Do you think the matter is not big enough?

If the situation is already bad now, the Queen now has at least a glimmer of hope.

But once the artificial dissection ruptures... it is the guidewire walking inside the two membranes of the blood vessels. Once the coronary artery ruptures and emergency surgery, there should be only one death.

It is estimated that the time for mourning nationwide can be calculated.

As expected, Mr. Huang’s suggestion was once again denied.

Wellington Hospital is preparing the strongest medical team to try another surgical procedure.

Of course, during anesthesia, world-class immune experts were taking care of shock, and many drugs suspected of having problems were replaced.

The result is still regrettable.

As the general anesthesia was just beginning, a severe allergic reaction almost took the Queen's life.

After nearly 2 hours of trouble, the operation was not performed, and the cleft of the coronary dissection spread further due to defibrillation and other operations, and it had reached the point where there was no other way.

Faced with such a situation, everyone remained silent.

Finally, after another round of consultation, it was decided to follow Huang Lao’s opinion, establish an artificial interlayer and lower the stent for treatment.

This path only exists in imagination. Many doctors have accidents during surgery, which leads to coronary dissection.

But no one has done anything like artificial sandwich manufacturing, and he hasn't even heard of it.

Moreover, the patient's identity of this surgery is special. Once it fails, the consequences will be unimaginable.

Deng Ming became nervous when he thought of the consequences.

It is now in the UK, not in the Marshal's Mansion, and the lack of a "collective decision" of the health care team means that the boss has to bear all the responsibilities when something happens.
Chapter completed!