Shenzhen City, People's Hospital of the Development Zone.
The chief's office was completely silent.
Wu Haishi, Elder Wu, sat in the middle with his eyes slightly closed, as if he was asleep. However, his fingers would occasionally tremble slightly, just like his thoughts. They kept jumping, but he could not find the direction.
Mu Tao stood beside Wu Haishi with a dumbfounded expression.
As for the other doctors, regardless of their qualifications, experience, or education, they all looked at Old Wu in confusion.
The live broadcast of the surgery ended. The time they spent was even less than the preoperative preparations for a normal surgery.
And...
this was...
TIPS surgery!
The most difficult surgery in the history of interventional medicine!
Was this the end? This was a little too fast.
Was this the standard of a Nobel Prize candidate?
