Senior Brother Cao's words and look were quite sincere, not modest at all, as if he had forgotten to attack her. Xie Wanying didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
The waiter came over and served the first cold dish.
Zhai Yunsheng called on everyone to pick up their chopsticks and said, "Eat and talk at the same time. Doctor Xie, please speak slowly, don't be nervous."
Xie Wanying took a deep breath as the boss noticed the pressure in her heart.
Continuing to talk while eating could unconsciously reduce a lot of her speaking pressure.
Cao Yong picked up a piece of beef from her bowl with chopsticks and said, "Start with the point that interests you."
When it comes to her interests, the first thing that comes to mind is definitely the top-notch acrobatic killer moves that Brother Cao showed her.
"It's definitely not the aneurysm. Later I thought about it and thought that Brother Cao must have relied on his feel to find the most correct blood flow pressure in that part of the patient, slowed down the speed of creating the contrast agent to match the patient's own blood flow speed, and seized the exact time for angiography, so there was a completely different result." Xie Wanying expressed her speculation about the postoperative review of the brain surgery.
Song Xuelin was the first to nod his head at her point of view. He had the same idea as Dr. Xie.
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This was something his brain couldn't figure out no matter how hard he tried.
He had never expected that the area would be a network of small blood vessels with a larger blood vessel added to it.
This is about the drawbacks of interventional surgery. Many doctors often make mistakes in their hands. The catheter in their hands always goes through the blood vessels like a boat drifting with the current, going wherever it is smooth. Just like the last cardiovascular surgery, a doctor almost had a serious accident because the catheter was too smooth and slipped into the branch blood vessels.
Similarly, the microcatheter in Song Xuelin's hand entered the large blood vessels unimpeded, and he thought there was only one blood vessel there, and he failed to feel that there were actually a lot of branches running out. He didn't think much about creating the contrast agent, and pushed it in at once, which must have doubled the pressure, and the small blood vessels were all filled with contrast agent, forming overlapping shadows, like an aneurysm. The correct way is to have the subtle sense that Cao Yong's terrifying hands can detect, and to grasp the speed and timing as Xie Wanying said to get an accurate result.
In a word, it is too difficult. These things cannot be predicted by the doctor's brain before the operation. It is precisely because these unexpected situations that doctors cannot figure out often occur during the operation that every operation carries risks and doctors need to inform patients in advance. There is no completely risk-free operation in the world.
Once the conversation started, Xie Wanying continued to talk tirelessly. She was a stubborn person in academics and could not stop talking about academics: "Then Senior Brother Cao accurately located the anterior choroidal artery and started his work. I think back to it later, the opening of that artery should be the blood flow collision zone at a certain angle with the opening of the ophthalmic artery. Therefore, its blood flow fluctuations can affect the blood flow direction inside the ophthalmic artery."
The waiter came in with the second dish and found it too quiet. He curiously listened in and was sure that he could not understand the doctors' profound words. He quickly put the dish on the table and carefully left.
"To understand why this blood flow fluctuation has such a large impact on the ophthalmic artery, we probably need to speculate its diameter." Xie Wanying said, immersed in her own thoughts.
Like everyone else, he didn't notice that the second dish had already been served. He put down his chopsticks and recalled the surgery scenes with her.
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