The Surgeon's Studio Chapter 1035 - All an Illusion

Chapter 1035: All an Illusion

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Monitor?

Brock Lesnar was stunned.

He looked at the lower right corner of the big screen and saw that the patient’s blood pressure, heart rate, and other vital signs were normal. There was no change.

Well, the ECG was slightly different, but the change was very slight. It was probably because the surgery still stimulated the renal sympathetic nerve, but the stimulation was not obvious, so there was no need to care.

Wait…

What did Dr. Charles mean?

Just now, it seemed that the sympathetic nerve was clamped and cut off. Brock Lesnar was in a state of confusion, and only then did he react.

It could not be!

Once the renal sympathetic nerve was cut off, it required a very special treatment method. At the very least, he had to face a series of changes in blood pressure, heart rate, heart beat, and so on, and he had to use drugs to maintain his vital signs.

But now, the patient’s vital signs were very stable — especially stable.

Could it be that the ECG monitoring was broken?

The idea that appeared in Brock Lesnar’s mind was the same as that of Dr. Charles, but it was a long, long time late.

His hand that was holding Dr. Charles gradually loosened, and the joints of his fingers continued to make creaking and sour sounds.

Suddenly, a strange idea that had nothing to do with the current matter appeared in Brock Lesnar’s mind. Could it be that emotional changes could really cause the fluid in the joints of the human body to decrease?

If that was the case, could it be that the amount of fluid in the joints could be adjusted so that there was no need to inject sodium hyaluronate into the knees in the future?

This idea appeared and then disappeared.

Brock Lesnar was furious that he was still thinking about this at this point in time.

“Let’s go take a look at the ECG monitor,” Brock Lesnar said to his a.s.sistant.

He did not dare to move away from Dr. Charles.

It looked fine now, but who knew if something would happen later. It was really troublesome for the old man to come to his own laboratory.

On the big screen, the surgery was still going on.

The surgeon did not know what was happening outside. He just steadily and accurately performed the surgery with a fifty-fold microscope.

After cutting off the ‘renal sympathetic nerve’ he continued to use the micropliers to peel off the connective tissue below.

Because of the radio-frequency ablation, the connective tissue was relatively tough and difficult to free.

However, it was clear that the skill level of the surgeon was very high, and he was also very familiar with this type of radiofrequency ablation scar tissue.

The textbook-like dissociation was displayed in front of everyone.

Dr. Charles put down his hand dejectedly, as if the city had been conquered by the enemy, and the fluttering flag in the center of the city had been kicked down.

However, he did not go back to sit down. Instead, he stood in place and watched the progress of the surgery without blinking.

The scar tissue formed by radiofrequency ablation was removed bit by bit. After that, the field of the operative view was changed and the search began again from the free and good renal sympathetic nerves and the accompanying blood vessels.

A few minutes later, a brand new operative view appeared in front of everyone.

Previously, everyone thought that the ‘renal sympathetic nerve’ was actually connective tissue. However, for some unknown reason, it extended out from the nerve and looked very much like the renal sympathetic nerve that accompanied the renal artery.

The real nerve was not as thick as this one, and it was still hidden under the scar tissue.

Watching the surgeon carefully free the renal sympathetic nerve, it seemed that the huge LCD screen was emitting a strange aura.

This was impossible!

Whether it was the doctors who studied it, the big boss of the research team, Brock Lesnar, or even Dr. Charles, all had this idea.

And this thought was even more intense in Dr. Charles’ mind.

Because of the anatomical structure and the surgery, he was the one who understood the most among all the people present. Not to mention the scene, even in the entire world, and in addition to the fact that the old man had not performed surgery for decades, there were not many surgeons who dared to say that they were better than him.

But such a surgery just appeared in front of his eyes. Dr. Charles was puzzled. How did this make sense? Were his eyes playing tricks on him?

Or was it because he had given up on surgery for decades and his skills had improved by leaps and bounds? Was he no longer able to keep up with the times?

No, this was all an illusion.

Although he was engaged in basic research, he would still study up on surgery when he had the time. This was a little hobby that he had kept for decades.

In recent decades, surgery had not changed fundamentally. Laparoscope surgery might have changed a little, but it was just using instruments to reduce the size of the surgical wound.

Dr. Charles felt that laparoscope surgery could only solve some simple problems, and the process of surgery during the operation was no different from what he knew about surgery.

If he was still in clinical surgery, he would definitely be the person who was at the prime of his life.

Well, the old guy from Johns Hopkins Hospital did not count.

However, the surgery in front of him shattered Dr. Charles’ worldview. He could not even pick it up or put it together.

When the dissociation was over, Professor Rudolph Wagner began to scrub his hands.

He then put on his clothes, sterilized the femoral artery in his thigh with the help of the nurse, and began the renal artery stenting operation.

Brock Lesnar’s heart was suddenly in his throat.

The only test to determine whether the previous operation had succeeded or not was whether there would still be so many uncontrollable complications after the renal artery stenting went in.

Soon, the Professor went on stage and closed the sealed lead door. On the big screen, the surgical field that had stopped the surgery was switched to the interventional surgery’s operative view.

Super selection, angiography, and then confirmation. A stent went in.

The moment the stent unfolded, Brock Lesnar felt his heart almost stop beating.

He tried to stay awake. He looked at the ECG monitor in the lower right corner of the screen. The values of all kinds of vital signs were constantly changing, like a jumping elf.

There was no change,

there was no change,

there was no change!

The surgery was successful!

The surgery was actually successful? Was this real?

Brock Lesnar was stunned in front of the big screen. Needless to say, he knew that Zheng Ren’s judgment was correct. It was really the radiofrequency ablation that caused the sympathetic nerves of the kidney to fuse with the blood vessels, which was what caused this kind of change.

Knowing what happened could push the progress of the experiment forward by a large margin.

He did not expect that such a thing could really happen!

“Is it a double kidney surgery?” Dr. Charles suddenly asked. His voice was hoa.r.s.e, like the whimpering wind in the distant sky.

Brock Lesnar did not seem to hear Dr. Charles’ words. Instead, he looked at the ECG monitor on the screen in a daze.

“How rude!” Dr. Charles’ a.s.sistant berated. “The doctor is asking you a question, Brock!”

Uh…

“What was it?” Brock Lesnar asked casually, completely unaware that he was talking to Dr.. Charles.