The shadowless light in the operating room was bright, the knife in the doctor's hand was thin, and Zheng Ren was panicked, although he was not the one lying on the bed.

He worked very hard to get to today's operation, but he didn't expect Dean Fu to be an assistant in person in order to express his attention to the professor.

At this time, he was standing in the corner of the operating room in a sterile surgical gown, and he couldn't see even a trace of the surgical field.

As long as there is surgery, there will be accidents. What Zheng Ren didn't expect was that there would be accidents before the operation.

It is important to have the surgery that is about to begin.

Surgeons rarely do live surgery, and those who dare to do it are among the best in the industry.

Today, there is a live broadcast of surgery at Haicheng First People's Hospital, and the protagonist is Professor Mori Yuichiro, a world-renowned expert in hepatobiliary and pancreatic surgery.

The venue, which can accommodate 1,000 people, was packed.

Eighty percent of the relevant professional directors in the province were present, and even professors from several specialized hospitals in the imperial capital and the magic capital came to Haicheng to visit and learn live surgery.

The directors who are usually in the department like Tianwang Laozi are in the venue, like Chinese cabbage, and they can touch one when they raise their hands.

A big red banner was hung above the venue - a warm celebration of the successful convening of the first Haicheng Hepatobiliary and Pancreatic Surgery Academic Conference.

Instead of setting up a long conference table, the rostrum pulled up a huge screen, and eight high-definition projectors from different angles were broadcasting the pancreaticoduodenectomy in real time in the operating room of the city's first hospital.

Combined pancreaticoduodenectomy is the most difficult surgery in general surgery except for organ transplantation.

The surgeon is Professor Ichiro Mori from RB Juntendo University Hospital in Tokyo, who is a health advisor to the RB royal family and is ranked among the top five in the global surgical academic community.

In order to get Professor Nichiro Mori, the conference organizers took great pains and spent a lot of money. And the patient's family has also done a lot of work, after all, this patient is the richest man in Haicheng, and sixty percent of the real estate in the city comes from his company.

Heavyweight professors, heavyweight surgeries, and confident live broadcast of surgery became the finale of the first Haicheng Hepatobiliary and Pancreatic Surgery Academic Conference.

It's a pity that Zheng Ren can't see it at a glance.

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At 9:15, the operation officially began.

Professor Mori Yuichiro has a rigorous style, and he doesn't stand up to the shelves of big-name doctors, and he personally opens the skin.

The projection of eight different angles on the screen shows Mori Yuichiro's superb surgical skills without dead ends.

"An incision of less than 15 centimeters, can it be anastomosed in the later stage?"

"You and I definitely can't, but people are top professors, what's not to do. ”

"Yes, it is said that the emperor's surgery in 14 was performed by Professor Mori Yuichiro. The level of professorship is one of the few in the world. ”

The skin, subcutaneous tissue, muscles, and peritoneum are cut layer by layer, and they are as skilled as cooking. The amount of bleeding is very small, and the visual inspection of the on-site directors is only 5-10ml. The blood-stained gauze was only a little red, like red flowers blooming in the snow.

But the unexpected happened.

After the peritoneum opened, there was an exclamation in the venue. Several professors from the Imperial Capital and the Demon Capital had a solemn expression, and looked at the projection screen intently.

The malignant tumor of the pancreas develops extremely rapidly, and has invaded the surrounding tissues, and the adhesions are severe, as if they are one.

Generally speaking, in order to avoid accidents, live surgeries will be performed on patients with mild conditions. No one is immune to mistakes, and it's the same for everyone.

There is no doubt that patients with milder disease will have a low rate of error.

In order to screen patients, Dean Fu spent a lot of effort. The patient's CT and MR films were seen by professors in and out of the province, and finally sent to Nichiro Mori and were recognized.

All experts and professors believe that the patient is stage 3 pancreatic head cancer, which is more severe, but there is no adhesion in the tumor tissue and surrounding area, and it is suitable for surgery.

It's a pity that the sky doesn't follow people's wishes, and everyone looks away.

After seeing this situation, Dean Fu's sweat suddenly burst out and wet the sterile cap.

What the hell is going on?

In order to avoid mistakes, an MRI was done two days before the operation, and compared with the previous film, there was not much change.

Could it be that the tumor tissue grows exponentially in two days?

Dean Fu held the suction device in his hand and trembled slightly.

Professor Mori Yuichiro was a little displeased, and tapped the suction device with the curved pliers in his hand, and whispered a word in Japanese.

Although Dean Fu didn't understand Japanese, he still keenly caught that there seemed to be a word in that sentence that was Baga. Professor Sen Yu was not satisfied with himself, and Dean Fu was like falling into an ice cave, and his whole body was a little stiff.

The young translator behind him immediately turned grim and looked at Dean Fu sternly, "Fu Sang, Professor Senyu is very dissatisfied with your performance. Although your skills and equipment are as inferior, please show the utmost attention to complete the surgery. ”

It's been many years since anyone dared to talk to him like this, and Dean Fu was embarrassed. No wonder during the Anti-Japanese War, everyone hated the two devils and traitors the most, which was really hateful.

However, he didn't dare to show a trace of inner dissatisfaction, and tried to squeeze out a smile, which looked like flattery.

The condition is more complex than expected, but for the world's top surgeons, it is just a little more difficult, not impossible to solve.

The operation continued, and little by little the tumor and the surrounding tissue adhesions were patiently removed, and the bleeding was still very small. Slightly larger capillaries will be ligated in advance or burned off with electricity, without exception.

In the large conference room, there was an exclamation from time to time, Professor Mori Yuichiro is really too familiar with the anatomical structure, this is the level of the world's top professors!

Standing under the shadowless lamp, Ichiro Mori is undoubtedly the eye-catching protagonist, like a bright star, which attracts all eyes.

Jung In didn't appear in the projection at all, he was a speck of dust in a dark corner, insignificant.

Although he couldn't go to surgery, he mentally made up the entire process of surgery according to the various instruments used by Professor Uichiro Mori.

If only I could take a look, Zheng Ren was extremely eager in his heart.

I tried to change the angles and see if I could see a little bit of the operation, but it was all in vain.

Suddenly, Zheng Ren felt a bright light in front of him. The shadowless lamp began to flicker, and all kinds of knives, scissors, and pliers danced like elves on the table in front of the instrument nurse.

He was in a trance, could it be that he was hallucinating? Then he realized that it was not a hallucination, it was an earthquake!

In an instant, the whole house shook, and the roof creaked, as if the ceiling and masonry frames were scattering at any moment, burying everyone.

The people who were undergoing the operation also panicked, after all, Mori Yuichiro was born in an island country and was well-trained. Without hesitation, he left the operating table and squeezed Zheng Ren, who was standing in the corner, away.

The young translator immediately rushed over and pushed Jung in out of the corner.

"Get out of here!"

Zheng Ren was a little dazed, but the instinct cultivated by years of surgery allowed him to avoid the hand of the translator and avoid contamination of the sterile surgical gown.

The slightest shaking is still perceptible, but not violent. I don't know if it's the end of the earthquake, or if it's just an appetizer that will be followed by a stronger earthquake of higher magnitude.

"Don't panic!" Dean Fu pretended to be calm and shouted, "Let the professor go first." ”

Alert as a wolf, Mori Uichiro disappeared after a faint vibration, and without hesitation, he opened the door to the operating room and disappeared at the end of the hallway.

The interpreter followed closely behind Professor Sen Yu, and Dean Fu also left the operating table.

"Zheng Ren, you continue to complete the operation!" The director's legs trembled, and he left this ghost place as fast as a Parkinson's patient.

Zheng Ren almost didn't spurt out a mouthful of old blood.

He is just an ordinary attending physician, although he is very attentive and hardworking. But in a hierarchical medical system, there is no access to advanced surgery at his age. The only surgeries that can be done are appendicitis and hernia.

And what the director wants to let himself take over is known as one of the top and most difficult surgeries in general surgery - pancreaticoduodenectomy!

Zheng Ren didn't have the idea of running, as a doctor, the patient was on the operating table, and he ran first. Even if you die, you have to die on the operating table. What is the difference between running away at this time and deserting on the battlefield?

This idea is very simple and pure.

But I can't do the surgery myself, so it looks like I can only rinse and close my abdomen.

Jung In stabilized his emotions and prepared to observe how far the operation had progressed. Suddenly, there was another tremor, the shadowless lamp flickered, and the white light shone on Zheng Ren's pupils.

The light was so strong that it was even more dazzling than looking directly at the midday sun. Zheng Ren immediately felt a trace of cold air fall from the top of his head into his body, and it was pitch black in front of him.

Could it be that the building collapsed and killed himself?

Is this what death feels like?

In a trance, Zheng Ren heard a violent coughing sound coming from his body, and he also smelled a smell of blood.

What's going on? Is it an illusion?

Countless memories poured out in Zheng Ren's mind, some of which he had forgotten since he was a child. At this time, it appeared very clearly, as if the river was overturned.

Is this the plane of memory before death? Zheng Ren had a splitting headache, and such a vague thought appeared in his heart.

It seemed to be only a second, and it seemed that countless years had passed, and the ocean of memories calmed down, and at the same time, a voice appeared in Zheng Ren's ears.

System binding begins......

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