Back in 2002 as a doctor

This is also the reason why Dr. Miyamoto warned himself.

As the microguide wire moves forward at a millimeter-level speed, the pressure increases 10 times for every millimeter it moves forward.

Dr. Smith even suspects that sweat has wet the lead clothing.

There were still 8 millimeters away from the eye of the needle, and he felt his hands trembling uncontrollably.

What Dr. Miyamoto said just now came to my ears again - if it is too difficult, just give up.

No, can't give up.

The micro-guide wire continued to advance 1mm, and the pressure was even greater. Dr. Smith even felt that the wire was dancing.

Gradually, gradually, gradually.

The idea of ​​giving up grew stronger in Dr. Smith's mind.

If it's too difficult, just give up!

Dr. Miyamoto's words kept echoing in his ears.

If you make a mistake and need to open the chest in an emergency, you will suffer even greater losses.Dr. Smith squinted at the screen, his hands moving more slowly.

give it a try?

I have already achieved this step, if I give up even trying, I will become the biggest joke of this century.

Give it a try!

Dr. Smith's right hand twirled the micro-guide wire. He tried his best to put away all distracting thoughts, and regarded it as farting to say that if it was too difficult, then give up.

5mm, the micro-guide wire has been aligned with the eye of the needle, and I should be able to hit it with one shot!

Zhou Congwen didn't hesitate at all.

With the simulator in front of him, Zhou Congwen's pressure is far less than that of Dr. Smith.

Zhou Congwen is fighting with himself, even if the time given by the system is very short, Zhou Congwen still has enough opportunities for trial and error.

Without hesitation, the micro-guide wire was completed overnight.

"Threading a needle and thread", Zhou Congwen knew he could do it, and he could do it perfectly.

The next step is the key!

The hook loop at the front end of the micro-guide wire is lightly placed on the eye of the needle, and that's it!

Zhou Congwen's eyes narrowed. He was in a state of flow, without subjective consciousness, and all his actions were contained in muscle memory. His state was at its peak, and his every move was flawless.

Even compared to the peak state of the previous life, there is no difference.

Dr. Smith also moved, and he made up his mind to try again.

Even if you fail, you always have to try once.

However, at the moment when Dr. Smith's hand twisted the micro guide wire forward, his right eye was blurred.

Sweat slid from his forehead and rolled down his eyelashes.

At the most critical moment, Dr. Smith lost his vision, and the micro guide wire that was twisting forward suddenly stopped, and Dr. Miyamoto's words echoed in his ears again.

Dr. Smith made a decision in an instant - since this is the case, it must be God's will, and he will not force himself to operate.

He withdrew the micro guide wire and sighed deeply.

Dr. Miyamoto breathed a sigh of relief, relieved.

Trying with a high probability will fail, and giving up surgery is the wisest choice. Dr. Miyamoto has his own judgment.Moreover, he knew that his judgment was almost [-]% accurate.

"Wipe the sweat." Dr. Smith turned his head, more sweat slipped from his face and landed on the sterile gown.

He was very irritable.

Turning around and stepping off the stage, Dr. Smith tore off the sterile gown he was wearing, angrily wiped his sweat, and re-sterilized.

Zhou Congwen is as steady as an old dog in the operating room of the system.

His hands twisted the micro-guide wire, and the hook loop rested on the uppermost position of the needle eye, motionless.

He can do this, like a knight in white standing on the top of the Forbidden City.At this moment, you are as quiet as a virgin, waiting for the next second to move like a rabbit.

Zhou Congwen was feeling the changes in blood flow near the needle hole. After all, this was just training in the operating room of the system, not a real operation.Obtaining more information can ensure the success of the operation.

But now, Zhou Congwen is 90.00% sure that the operation has been completed.

So he was not in a hurry, but patiently let the hook at the front end of the micro-guide wire rest on the eye of the needle, feeling the power of the blood flow.

next second!

Zhou Congwen moved.

Suddenly, the operating room of the system sounded the alarm of operation failure again.

Chapter 1078 An Error That Shouldn't Have Appeared

"Do it again." Dr. Smith wiped off his sweat and returned to the operating room pretending to be calm.

Dr. Miyamoto's mask seemed to move slightly, but he didn't speak.

He is not a magician, so Zhiqu didn't put forward too many opinions.

The surgeon is the one who rules the operating room.

With great power comes great responsibility.While the surgeon dominates the operating room, he also bears all the pressure.

Dr. Miyamoto knew that the less he said at this moment, the better.

Moreover, Dr. Smith was in an irritable mood. Seeing that he had entered a state of rampage, Dr. Miyamoto was unwilling to have a dispute in the operating room.

It was this hateful, damned guy who insisted on interventional surgery, but he couldn't blame him for it.

Dr. Miyamoto has heard about all kinds of dark times in the circle, and he has become the scapegoat in his heart.

Even pressing the high-pressure syringe may be said to be wrong by Dr. Smith. Americans are like this. They never make sense when they can.

Re-sterilized, Dr. Smith once again stood in front of the operating table.

This time his mentality has changed drastically from not long ago.

Before, he still had some confidence and felt that he could at least give it a try.

However, Dr. Smith was daunted by the complex blood flow changes after the microguide wire entered the pulmonary artery of the upper lobe of the right lung and the "zero" distance between the needle tip and the bronchial artery.

Now almost all of his confidence has been shattered. Although his expression is calm, Dr. Smith knows that he has failed before the operation. This is an undoubted failure.

The difficulty of the operation is beyond my imagination, and it is completely beyond the reach of people in this era and on this planet.

Even at this time, Dr. Smith no longer had the urge to give it a try.

He just stood in front of the operating table by instinct.

Relying on instinct to prepare to do it again.

But Dr. Smith was restless, and that drop of sweat blurred his vision and his mood.

The state of the whole person is extremely bad, and he knows that he is not capable of completing the operation.

This is God's will, and it is what God told Himself not to do again.

"Contrast imaging." Dr. Smith was in a trance, hesitating and subconsciously preparing for another imaging, and then bit the bullet and announced the failure of the operation.

He has completely forgotten what happened before.

"Contrast imaging?" Dr. Miyamoto originally expected to hear the operator announce the failure of the operation, but he did not expect that Dr. Smith would want to perform imaging.

"I'm a surgeon, didn't you hear me when I said radiography!" Dr. Smith vented all his anger on Miyamoto.

The most annoying thing during an operation is to encounter a surgeon who blames others. Dr. Miyamoto is very helpless. Although he knows that he would do the same from Dr. Smith's perspective, he is just unhappy.

Because of his displeasure, Dr. Miyamoto simply turned his body slightly to one side, and gave Smith the panel of the high pressure injector.

It was really annoying, the operation had obviously failed, yet he still had to find all kinds of excuses but was unwilling to admit the failure.

Now, Dr. Smith actually gave "random life" and asked himself to press the button of the high-pressure injector again!

how can that be!

For old Morgan's condition, the best choice is to remove the right upper lobe of the lung. Although the operation is very difficult, it is the responsibility of the surgeon, isn't it!

Facing the operation about to declare failure, the emotions of the surgeon and assistant on the operating table have undergone subtle changes.

Dr. Smith was even more angry when he saw Miyamoto turn sideways and get out of the way of the high pressure injector panel.

What I want to find is a world-class assistant, not a guy who talks back to me!

I will do it myself!

Dr. Smith angrily hit Miyamoto's left shoulder with his right shoulder and began to overtake again.

Dr. Smith, who was burning with anger, felt uncomfortable when he thought of the scene where he was about to announce the failure of the operation. Sweat crawled around his body like little bugs, which aroused countless irritability and even anger.

The microcatheter was in the pulmonary artery. Dr. Smith gave Miyamoto a cold look, scolded silently, and then pressed the button of the high-pressure injector.

"No!" Dr. Miyamoto was taken aback, then shouted.

The guide wire is still in the microcatheter, is Dr. Smith insane, and made an extremely mentally handicapped mistake.

Dr. Miyamoto was dumbfounded. He had never seen such a mistake, because it was a common-sense problem in interventional surgery.

However, this kind of mistake happened right before our eyes, in the hands of the world's top-level Dr. Smith from Cleveland.

how can that be!

Dr. Miyamoto subconsciously raised his hand to stop Dr. Smith's movement.

Dr. Smith looked at Dr. Miyamoto coldly, "As long as you don't put strong pressure on the radiography, it's fine. Do you have a brain problem?"

"..."

Dr. Miyamoto looked at Dr. Smith with even colder eyes.

The eyes intertwined, and countless sparks burst out.

Seeing Dr. Miyamoto's refusal to be an assistant, Smith decided to do it himself.

The operation of crossing the left and right hands is a basic operation for surgeons when interventional surgery was just emerging, and Dr. Smith mastered it proficiently.

Re-selection, Dr. Smith repeatedly used his rich experience to judge the blood flow pressure, and he kept withdrawing the guide wire.

At this point, he has nowhere to go.

The needle on the operating table has been attached to the adventitia of the bronchial artery, and it seems that every second of normal blood flow shock will lead to accidents.

Beside the operating table was Dr. Miyamoto's cold eyes.

Now say the operation failed?Just now Dr. Miyamoto's questioning of himself has become a reality.

Dr. Smith was in a dilemma. Relatively speaking, it should be no problem to do an angiography at a very long distance and slowly. Anyway, he didn't want the operation to be successful, so he just found a step down.

Damn Miyamoto, Dr. Smith muttered inwardly.

The guide wire and the catheter are backed up again, and kept going back, and kept going back.The guidewire is left at the ostium of the pulmonary artery, and the catheter is withdrawn further.

Until the heart was withdrawn, Dr. Smith also stopped.

If the atrium and ventricle block the impact force of the high-pressure injector, it should be fine.But Dr. Smith was still not sure, and continued to withdraw the microcatheter.

Seeing the microcatheter withdraw from the heart, Dr. Miyamoto sneered silently.

He knew exactly what Dr. Smith meant, he was already counseled, and all this was to find an excuse for himself.

Does this imaging make sense?

To take such a big risk, damn Americans, damn it!The little beast inside Dr. Miyamoto growled.

He watched the microcatheter retreat coldly, thinking viciously in his heart, if he retreats again, he will withdraw from the femoral vein!

Of course, Dr. Smith would not make such a stupid move. In the inferior vena cava, he finally stopped the micro guide wire.

Next, just bite the bullet and make a radiography.

Then it was announced that the operation failed...operation, failure...Dr. Smith was a little helpless.

I don't know what Dr. Miyamoto will say at that time, this damn guy, why did he find an assistant, he did it by himself from the beginning to the end, and now that the operation failed, no one would question his decision.

Damn!