My Medical Skills Give Me Experience Points Chapter 1272 - 501: Hell-Level Difficulty—How Awesome Is Level 6 Injection Skill

Nearby, Director Xue Yan and the other medical personnel observed with mounting tension.

Right now, Vice Director Ye remained in the Cardiothoracic Surgery Department office, intently viewing Brother Wang's livestream on his mobile device instead of stepping out.

Online viewers had already exceeded eighty thousand, with numbers climbing steadily higher.

Pessimistic comments flooded the chat section.

Numerous viewers ridiculed the young chief surgeon of Tuya Hospital, claiming he began brilliantly yet now struggled. His early puncture and guidewire placement dazzled everyone. Yet at present, his efforts fell short.

"With so many online viewers, if Xiao Zhou can successfully complete this surgery, it would be amazing!"

Vice Director Ye silently rooted for Zhou Can.

This livestream's reach had surpassed all expectations.

Among professionals tracking the stream, Vice Director Ye wasn't alone; Tuya's Dean Zhu had slipped into the room quietly to monitor events.

Vice Director Zhang of the Third Hospital, no surprise, stared fixedly at his phone screen.

As Zhou Can repeatedly failed to guide the wire past the blocked vessel, a trace of satisfaction flickered across his features.

Events unfolded just as he had hoped.

"Even the Japanese experts from our hospital failed, that kid is bound to stumble! However, this kid indeed has some real skills, but it’s a pity we can’t recruit him."

Vice Director Zhang had once attempted to poach Zhou Can himself, instantly identifying the lead surgeon.

In addition to key figures from the Third Hospital glued to this live surgery, word spread to prominent cardiothoracic specialists who rushed to join the stream and observe developments.

All were eager to discover if Tuya, the veteran renowned hospital, possessed any special edge.

Cardiac masters from Imperial Renhe Hospital took particular interest; having confronted this botched case before, they now watched intently as another tackled it.

"It won’t work, the forward passage is completely blocked."

Zhou Can shook his head over and over.

His Injection Skill sat at Level 5, edging toward Level 6.

Implantation technique hovered near Level 6 as well.

These skills matched deputy director caliber. Threading the guidewire forward via the clogged vessel ought to succeed.

Countless attempts yielding failure signaled this approach wouldn't work.

The patient's right coronary artery formed a chronic total occlusion, heavily calcified with blocked branches everywhere, rendering a direct path elusive. Lacking options, an alternate path became essential.

Images from the patient's coronary angiogram replayed in his thoughts. Forward blocked, reverse method emerged as the only path.

A fresh retrograde pathway crystallized in his mind.

He probed for a fresh puncture site; succeeding, he advanced the guidewire via collateral channels from left to right coronary occlusion. Yet the collateral was heavily calcified too.

Calcified patches on vessel walls severely hindered guidewire advancement.

Furthermore, the narrow, twisting collateral vessel plunged the procedure into renewed peril.

Live stream watchers, including experts, marveled anew at his pivot to retrograde access.

Only elite cardiovascular minds could devise such strategy.

Conceiving it differed vastly from executing it.

Specialists understood retrograde ops posed three to five times the challenge of antegrade.

This patient's vessel conditions intensified the ordeal.

Multiple retrograde failures later, Director Xue Yan beside him let out a soft sigh. Failure loomed for today's operation.

Hopes of leveraging this to restore Tuya Cardiothoracic Surgery's fame seemed dashed.

Post Director Hu Kan's death, department aces yearned to reclaim past splendor.

Tuya's Cardiothoracic Surgery boasted solid caseload now, but prestige and standing lagged far behind Hu Kan's heyday.

That era's steadiest scalpel loomed like an industry peak, revered by peers galore.

Zhou Can drew a profound breath, steadying his emotions.

A serene mindset underpinned triumphant surgery.

Obsessing over outcomes bred unseen shackles, curbing prowess and blocking peak play.

Retrograde demanded elite surgeon prowess, blending vast experience with exquisite tactile command.

Thinner than hair, the guidewire's every snag in the blockage demanded fingertip detection, while navigating slim collaterals exacted supreme technique.

Zhou Can knew 'hand feel' intimately.

His surgical arsenal leaned on tactile cues abundantly.

In Incision Skill, for instance, tissue and depth variances delivered distinct sensations, nuances graspable only at matching proficiency tiers.

Viewers then spotted the lead surgeon shutting his eyes.

"Has he given up?"

"He has surely given up."

"Probably going to announce surgical failure soon!"

"Without the proper skills, don’t take on this task! Embarrassing!"

"Total collapse, haha!"

Spectators' mockery and schadenfreude grew bolder by the moment.

Third Hospital's Japanese pros and Imperial Renhe cardiac whizzes all flashed eased, smug grins.