Super Magic Surgery System

"Miniature scalpel!"    

Chen Qun's voice was as cold as a machine without any expression. He adjusted the position of his body and blocked Dr. Robin, who was half a head shorter than him, from his view.    

"Chen, slow down! This tumor is too close to the brain's nerve bundle. If you use too much force, you will be able to cut off the nerve bundle and cause the patient to fall unconscious! "    

As a surgical director, Dr. Robin's years of clinical experience had long since disappeared. He reminded the Chinese kid in front of him with a bit of trepidation, fearing that he would fail the entire operation because of his young age and focus on speed.    

As Chair of Mayo Clinic, he was naturally not afraid of the consequences of a Far East billionaire dying on the operating table, because the influence of those Eastern people were not useful in the United States at all. In his eyes, Lu Wennyuan, the billionaire, was just like the millionaire he saw a few days ago. He was just White Mouse who underwent experimental surgery, so he had nothing to worry about.    

He was concerned about the success of the operation, not the patient's life.    

As long as Chen Qun is outstanding in this stage 3 brain tumor surgery, the completion of his request, is a successful operation. As for the patient's life or death, it was largely due to complications. This was a risk that any operation would have to take, even if the patient was dismembered, he wouldn't be able to find any fault with it.    

The success of any surgery was built on cold corpses. This was the inevitable process of any surgery. All the patients who died on the operation table were the pioneers in the advancement of medicine!    

Dr. Robin didn't have high expectations for the operation, but he wanted to test his medical philosophy. As for Lu Wennyuan's illness, it happened to be a paper he had verified, a highly difficult question.    

"I'm going to use a sharp dissecting technique to dissect this nerve bundle!"    

Chen Qun answered confidently.    

Robin shifted his body and looked at the back of the patient's neck. This was the part that linked the spinal nerves to the brain. Many of the nerves were like a complicated network, entwined together, coupled with the blood vessels and lymphoid tissue, it made all the Surgery Doctor s face the first difficult problem of the operation.    

These bundles must be managed before they can enter the lower part of the brain and remove the tumors attached to the bundles.    

"Wait a minute, let the lights come down a little more. Well, Chen, you see, the tumor has completely invaded his brain, and you can't find the plane needed for the surgical cutting! "Let me think of a way, William. Immediately get the data set to reconstruct the 3D image and send it directly onto the big screen."    

When Chen Qun heard this order, he couldn't help but sigh at the fact that the other party had more equipment and more talents. Just a large neurology department had its own specialized medical data group, and such a talent in the country was practically unheard-of. Even if it was the Xiangyun Hospital s, only ten or so people were able to quickly construct 3D images on their own.    

However, he had already answered such a small question perfectly last night, and had even flirted with it more than breaking the system. Time was running out. He wasn't going to wait for a bunch of war theorists to build models and simulate surgery to find a way out.    

Chen Qun immediately gave the next command.    

"Give me the aspirator, Mr. Robin. I can use this thing to thin out the incision and then cut it!"    

Chen Qun took over the straw passed to him by the device nurse, and carefully sucked a few times towards the middle of the spinal cord's nerve bundle, revealing a bunch of white nerves, bright red muscles, and subcutaneous tissue, sticking closely together.    

"Chen, slow down a little. The tissues and nerves here are too tightly bound. If you continue to cut and separate, the patient will die! Stop the operation immediately and start the suture! "    

Robin, who had recovered a lot of his youth, had a closer look and knew that this level of adhesion would prevent him from being able to undergo the next step of separation. He made a prompt decision and immediately stopped the operation.    

If there was a problem with the tumor, it would be debatable, but it would be a mistake for him to cut a path through the outside, where the nerve bundle was blocking the way.    

He was adamant that such guidance errors should not occur.    

While he was talking, the scalpel in Chen Qun's hand had already cut through the neural cord the first time. The sharp blade was stuck to the nerve bundle and separated into a two centimeter long plane. Then, he used the second knife to cut down without any hesitation.    

This sharp separation was completely different from the previous time when Chen Qun used the guide wire to perform a blunt separation. The movement was quick and agile, light as a bird, precise and powerful. Every time before it was separated, the Operating Forceps would use its left hand to lightly pull at the subcutaneous tissue beside the nerve bundle, forming a short plane with the pulling force.    

The corner of Dr. Robin's mouth twitched. Only a medical master at his level could distinguish the surgical style of this young Chinese. His appearance had changed completely, from his originally delicate and gentle appearance to his rough and rough style.    

Doctors who had their own style of surgery were all, without exception, experts and leaders in a particular field. Once the style was formed, it would remain the same.    

He had never seen a doctor who had a second surgical style. Even if a master surgeon simulated another master surgeon with a completely different style, he would still retain his own style and style in his bones. It was originally a basic skill in neurosurgery. Of course, it was impossible for it to be as fast and ruthless as those butcher carpenters in orthopedics or surgery. They could only do some unskilled work.    

Any neurologist would occupy the top of the scorn chain and look down on any other department's doctors. As for plastic surgery, these people did not even have the qualifications to be looked down upon.    

With his level of skill, he was able to determine that Chen Qun could complete the sharp separation as soon as he saw it twice. He immediately stopped nagging and started to speak on Chen Qun's behalf.    

"Pay attention to sucking, keep your vision clear!" The data sets will stop modeling, implement on-site follow-up, and complete the digitization of the pictures! "    

Within a minute or two, Chen Qun was quick and prepared to separate the nerve bundle from the subcutaneous tissue, exposing the thalamus and a large tumor growing on it.    

"Injection of clonazepam and propafur, followed by injection of calcium gluconate, to prevent patients from developing epilepsy."    

Chen Qun gave the order without waiting for Robin to speak.    

Even with Dr. Robin's many years of clinical experience, he probably couldn't figure out his real intention, so he just took it as a precaution.    

Sure enough, following his instructions, the assistant and nurse at the side hesitated for a moment and then followed his instructions to inject.    

Chen Qun didn't need to look to know that it was Dr. Robin who nodded in agreement. At most, he would treat Dr. Robin as a cautious young doctor. As for why he used calcium gluconate, perhaps it was just a habit, it didn't matter at all.    

The details determined success or failure!    

This was the first profound lesson the System had taught him.