My Medical Skills Give Me Experience Points Chapter 1286: 507: The Neural Center Remains a Forbidden Zone, Terrifying Live Broadcast Effects_2

“I’ve gone through the scans and exam reports already. If swapping out the aorta feels too dangerous, another option exists—one worth a shot, though it’s pretty intricate. That said, nobody’s tried this operation before, loaded with unknown hazards. I can walk you through it first.”

Zhou Can held back nothing.

Dealing with superiors demands straight talk.

“Oh, do tell!”

Joy lit up the man’s face upon hearing Zhou Can swiftly propose a surgery skipping the aorta replacement.

His expression betrayed uncontainable delight.

Without wasting time, Zhou Can laid out the procedure in detail, complete with diagrams.

This surgical approach isn’t excessively complicated.

Yet against the direct aorta swap, it stands as far more elaborate.

Having heard Zhou Can detail the full plan, the man held off on voicing his take.

He sank deep into contemplation instead.

“What are the pros and cons of this method?”

Moments later, he lifted his gaze to meet Zhou Can’s.

“On the plus side, the heart keeps pumping—no fears of ischemia sparking paralysis or organ shutdown. The cut’s way smaller than a full aorta replacement. Plus, your aorta needs minimal tweaks; build the bridge, then slide in a tailored long stent. The catch? It’s tricky, untested as far as I know—no surgeon’s tackled it yet, brimming with unpredictable elements.”

Pausing briefly, Zhou Can added, “Also, aorta replacement just needs one fake vessel. Here, you craft a bridge from the aorta’s end, then graft at least five branches to key spots.”

Artificial blood vessels remain foreign bodies, after all.

Even with cutting-edge tech and top materials, dangers lurk.

Long-term use could lead to rupture—catastrophic.

Moreover, they trigger slight rejection; no surgeon’s skill or flawless join can fuse them fully with native vessels.

Time won’t change that.

Human vessels for the bridge sidestep this issue.

Success means they integrate and thrive.

Artificial ones? Dead tissue forever.

The gap between them looms large.

That’s precisely why, in major aortic fixes, surgeons shun synthetics, opting to harvest leg saphenous veins despite the hassle.

Your own vessels crush fakes in compatibility and durability.

Sure, synthetics theoretically outlast human life.

No real worry of them failing before you do.

“Dr. Zhou, your plan’s fresh and bold. I’m game for the risks. When can we book my surgery?”

Weighing it heavily, the man warmed to Zhou Can’s idea.

He leaned hard toward proceeding.

Doctors offer solid advice; patients pick their path.

“As a Level 4 procedure, I must consult the cardiothoracic chiefs before confirming. Or, check Shanghai docs who handle classic aorta swaps—they could manage this too.”

Zhou Can gently nudged toward other choices.

Not defensive practice, but Level 4 exceeds his solo authority.

Execution demands Director Xue or Le’s hand.

Zhou Can welcomed personal risk, yet his rank barred him from leading.

The lead surgeon shoulders the ultimate burden.

Not all embrace that load.

Sending back to Shanghai care works fine.

“Nope, I want treatment here. Here’s the deal: you check with the chiefs, I’ll await word.”

The man stood firm on Tuya Hospital.

Yesterday’s broadcast likely swayed him, painting Tuya as cardiothoracic elite.

At elite levels, folks turn unyielding.

Accustomed to hidden norms and games.

They bank on firsthand verdicts.

“Grateful for your faith in us. I’ll check right away!”

“I’ll tag along to spare you runs! Relax, I’ll hang outside—no entering the office.”

His regard for Zhou Can’s schedule won him points.

Zhou Can shelved rounds and meal.

First, he’d probe for this patient.

“Zhou!”

A call rang out.

Zhou Can glanced back, spotting Su Qianqian nearby, thermal box in hand. She’d brought his dinner.