Mu Tao had a lot of dreams, dreaming that he was lying on the seaside in Sanya, enjoying the warm sunshine. It's so warm, the sun dispels the cold breath in the body from nowhere, and it is extremely comfortable.

Just as he was comfortably about turning over and changing his face to receive the sun, Wu Haishi and Wu Lao's figure appeared in front of him.

Wu Lao held a book in his hand, turned his back to the sun, and walked towards him.

Mu Tao was stunned for a moment, a little in a trance, where is this?

"Mu Tao, why are you still lying down? Have you given up?" Wu Lao said very seriously, just like many years ago, Mu Tao had just been admitted to graduate school and saw Wu Lao for the first time.

This is not a dream, but Mu Tao thought in his sleep that he was not dreaming, and then he stood up with a roll.

"You said you wanted to be the best interventional doctor, and you forgot about it so quickly?" Wu Lao's voice was low and distant.

It's like a morning bell and a dusk drum.

Mu Tao lowered his head in shame and looked at the book that Wu Lao was holding in his hand.

"The New England Journal of Medicine" is the journal that Mu Tao never forgets and publishes the new TIPS surgical procedures.

Mu Tao woke up suddenly, under the double pressure of "The New England Journal of Medicine" and Wu Lao.

It was as if he was jumping from one space to another, and suddenly found himself in an unfamiliar operating room, asleep in a chair.

Wasn't it in Mayo? He was still in a trance, but then he remembered that he had returned from the United States and was fighting the earthquake.

Through the leaded glass, the itinerant nurses in the operating room are busy with their feet on the ground, and a figure that will not be forgotten in a dream stands in front of the film reader, looking at the film with his cheeks up.

Although he was wearing a sterile mask, although he was wearing a sterile hat, Mu Tao still saw who this person was for the first time.

Zheng Ren, Mr. Zheng, the little hospitalized general manager from Haicheng City, Dibei Province!

It turned out to be a dream...... It's really a dream......

Mu Tao gradually recalled the previous situation, and he had performed many interventional embolization surgeries for severe pelvic fractures, but the number of wounded people pulled down from the front line only increased, not decreased.

No matter how anxious I was, the operation couldn't be done quickly.

And then...... It seems that Jung in also came. By the way, why did he come? Didn't he have a Nobel Prize project in hand? How did he come to the front line?

Mu Tao continued to think about it, and sat here by himself, watching Zheng Ren's operation.

It is also the same interventional embolization for severe pelvic fracture, and the condition of the injured person is similar, but Zheng Ren's surgical technique makes him stunned.

No matter how tortuous the branches of the internal iliac artery are, no matter how thin the branches of the internal iliac artery are, the superselection is all successful at one time, and the technique cannot be seen to be exquisite.

But in the face of this simplest technique, the operation was done.

Mu Tao scolded himself in his heart, why is he so uncompetitive, he fell asleep at this time!

But he was almost forty years old, and after a tiring journey, he flew from one side of the earth to the other, and without even taking a hot shower, he rushed to the township hospitals at many nodes on the front line and began to operate.

Dressed in lead clothes, continuous surgeries consumed too much energy.

Mu Tao didn't think about this, nor did he self-examine, but looked inside the operating room, Zheng Ren began to disinfect, and the itinerant nurse "flew" out.

The girl glanced at Mu Tao, didn't even have time to say hello, and shouted-Doctor Zheng needs to call me. Then I ran out of the operation room and went to check the sterile bags that had been transported.

There are few people, heavy tasks, and everyone is busy.

Mu Tao knew, but he didn't move.

He crossed his hands together, crossed his cheeks, looked at the screen in front of him, and sketched out in his mind what he would do if he were on the operating table.

Femoral artery puncture, of course, no problem. Placement of arterial sheaths is also routine. Micro guidewires go directly into the advanced rather than conventional guidewires, which is a confident practice.

Some doctors do not have a good technique, and the thicker blood vessels in front are still used to use a thick guidewire, and then the catheter enters, and then the micro guidewire is passed from the catheter into it.

I don't need to use a thick guide wire, well, this Mr. Zheng won't use it if he wants to.

And then there'......

As soon as the simulation reached the next step, Mu Tao's eyes lit up, and the image on the screen began to move.

Belch...... Mu Tao estimated that he was left behind for at least 10-20 seconds.

The speed of the hand is so fast, so fast that it makes me feel unreal, is it the reason for my youth?

Mu Tao found a reason for himself in his heart, but his eyes were staring at the screen.

Sure enough, the micro-guidewire and microcatheter have been positioned, and there is no need to do any more operations, and the imaging will start directly at the moment of stepping on the line.

The branches of the four internal iliac arteries were oozing blood, and the smoky contrast agent silently told Mu Tao this.

Let's start super-selection, Mu Tao's eyes didn't blink, and he entered a meditative state.

In front of him, he is the opponent of his life. And now, it is the first time I have seen the other party's surgery with my own eyes, and I must see what his level is like!

The microwires went inward, and a vascular branch at an angle of 70° did not stop the progress of the microwires at all.

Others can't see it, but Mu Tao can see it.

At the angular position of the blood vessel branches, there must be a movement in the wrist and fingers of the surgeon who cannot be seen. The force is then transmitted to the front end of the microwire, so that when it passes through the branch of the blood vessel, it suddenly changes the angle to achieve the purpose of the surgeon.

The power is perfect, the angles are perfect, the action is perfect.

Everything is perfect, and people who are a little less perfect than the level can't see that the microguidewire has ever had such an action.

Can I do it myself?

I'm afraid it's enough to choke......

The overselection ends quickly, and then the microcatheter enters, embolizing begins. To Mu Tao's surprise, after the embolization was over, the surgeon did not make a confirmation at all, and directly pulled out the micro-guidewire and microcatheter for the next operation.

It's really full of confidence, Mu Tao doesn't think that the operator is operating in violation of the rules, he knows that this is a practice of extreme confidence in his own level.

If it is changed to an ordinary time and place, the surgeon will most likely do an imaging to confirm it.

But now, time is of the essence.

If you are confident, this step can be omitted.

Mu Tao asked himself, would he do this?

No...... Because I don't confirm it, I really don't know if the embolization was successful.

The process of embolization of the second vascular branch is the same, in the process of superselection, the more difficult position is just a wrist and finger action, and the force is transmitted to the micro guidewire, and the almost 90° angled, extremely difficult vascular branch is overpassed.

Mu Tao seemed to be watching a thriller, his eyes were still unblinking, but a monstrous wave was set off in his heart.

The four blood vessels were embolized in a few minutes, and the manipulation was ...... Except for the invisible action, all of them are textbook-standard, ordinary techniques, and when viewed separately, there are no bright spots.

I looked at the time, 11 minutes.

This is the gap!