The Surgeon’s Studio

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Mu Tao quickly recalled and extrapolated the patient’s blood vessel network for surgery before confidently picking up an arterial cannulation needle.

A flashback of blood came at the first prick.

The introducer sheath was then inserted.
Following the insertion of the guidewire, Mu Tao estimated its location and turned on the imaging system at the perfect moment.

Instead of blindly superselecting every artery to locate the tumor feeding vessel, he specifically superselected, embolized and created an angiographic image of the hepatic artery before moving on to the renal artery.

Sure enough, a branch of the renal artery was directly connected to the liver.
Although the vessel had many twists and turns, he could successfully superselect it as long as he was careful and attentive.

‘The professors in the surgical demonstration classroom must be flabbergasted by now.’ The thought greatly exhilarated Mu Tao.

He was delighted and proud to be able to perform the surgery so smoothly.

It was all because he had already figured out the origin of the tumor-feeding vessel.
Perhaps the professors were complimenting him now that the surgery was over.

However, this was just the beginning.
The surgery had taken Mu Tao only a little over half an hour.

He went to take a break while the other doctor compressed the puncture site for hemostasis.

The others had not come down yet, so perhaps he was already in the lead in terms of time.

A faster surgery despite the greater difficulty.
Mu Tao believed he was the best among all other participants.

He sat on a chair in the operator’s console room and closed his eyes to rest.

This was just the beginning! He had to impress all the professors.

The second surgery…

The third surgery…

Everything was smooth sailing.
Mu Tao used only two hours and fifteen minutes to complete the interventional radiological treatment of three patients whom he had chosen in advance.

Mu Tao gave himself a thumbs up for a job well done.
It was not arrogance but the self-confidence of an excellent doctor.

The confidence of a surgeon who had mastered a core technology!

“Master Mu, get some rest.
I’ve gained knowledge from the beautiful surgeries you’ve performed,” said the doctor assigned to be Mu Tao’s assistant.

“Oh, please don’t address me as ‘master’.
Just Brother Mu is fine,” replied Mu Tao with a smile.

“Your proficiency in surgery is much superior to most professors, so you’re indeed worthy of the title ‘master’,” insisted the doctor.

Mu Tao could feel the sincere admiration in the doctor’s compliments.

However, he merely continued to smile faintly with a tinge of pride.

The doctor’s limited knowledge merely allowed him to recognize that Mu Tao was skillful without realizing the true highlight of the surgeries.

“You’ll reach my level one day if you study hard,” Mu Tao encouraged him.

“Okay, I will.” The doctor nodded seriously.

Mu Tao removed his lead apron, revealing his own surgical attire completely drenched in sweat.

It was difficult to perform such a delicate task while wearing an armor-like lead apron that weighed a few kilograms, even for Mu Tao, who was in his late thirties.

Unlike in Shenzhen Economic Development Zone People’s Hospital where Mu Tao would shower after surgery,

He went directly to the surgical demonstration classroom in his sweat-soaked surgical attire.

‘The professors must be all over my surgical technique now.’ The thought put a smile on Mu Tao’s face.

Unlike a fifteen-minute operation in some hospital where the catheter was not properly inserted into the hepatic artery and the surgery rashly ended with an irresponsible infusion of chemotherapy drugs, Mu Tao had actually taken a long time to complete his surgeries.

However, the embolization had been done perfectly, and he was even confident enough to assume that he had performed every procedure almost flawlessly.

Close to perfection!

Mu Tao was convinced that even Old Wu would be unable to perform the operation as smoothly as he did.

Not that Old Wu’s skill was inferior to his, but a geriatric in his sixties would certainly have trouble performing such a surgery in a heavy lead apron.

Many elderly people would experience backache and muscle soreness after carrying a bag of rice weighing between fifteen to twenty kilograms, let alone a lead apron in interventional radiology.

The golden age of general surgeons was between thirty to sixty years old, but interventional radiologists were only able to perform surgery in their peak physical state between the age of thirty-five to forty-five.

This was possible only if one was accepted as a disciple and personally taught by a well-reputed master at the age of thirty-five.

Most specialized interventional radiologists in the country had trouble achieving greater heights past their golden age.

Just like Mu Tao had imagined, the professors were staring unblinkingly at the screen with a surgery being played out on it.

However…

It was somewhat different from what he had initially anticipated…

It was not a replay of his surgery, but an ongoing operation!

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