Now, let’s see if the superior approves.

"Okay, you do it." Cao Yong said.

The onlookers at the scene started to feel anxious.

"Stent." Song Xueling looked up, requesting from the senior doctors and nurses assisting with the surgery.

A stent combined with a coil for fixation would be better, offering double protection. The patient is a teacher from their own alma mater, so naturally, they have to take extra care.

The assistant handed over the tools. Others in the control room craned their necks to observe. The young internists envied the Beidu genius handling the hand operation. It looked effortless as it swiftly went in. Click, another image was taken to confirm the microcatheter was positioned at the center of the aneurysm. The stent was deployed, covering two aneurysms in one go.

The spectators watched intently.

Deputy Director Lv scratched his collar: the younger generation is formidable. If only this person were his—I, he mused. Sadly, that’s not the case.

To be the superior of a genius, one must back them up. Thus, Deputy Director Lv was both covetous and wary of indulging in such dreams.

The operation embolized one aneurysm and then proceeded with another angiogram. The concern everyone had earlier came true.

It didn’t impact the oscillations of the ophthalmic artery in the slightest, let alone dislodge the occlusion in the central retinal artery.

Oh my, the internists inwardly lamented for the neurosurgeons.

During the first imaging, the internists were left baffled, unable to discern the anatomy. However, once the smoke cleared, their minds were sharp, directions clear, and they quickly identified the occlusion in the central retinal artery. The dense and terrifying segmental imaging loss signified a near-complete blockage, a step away from total blindness.

Whew. The sound of the doctors breathing in the operating room was audible.

Huang Zhilei felt like crying inside; the talented junior did quite an excellent job. Two aneurysms were resolved in an instant, yet it did no good for the most pressing central issue.

Everyone wondered if they were at their wits’ end.

Song Xueling stared at his hands, eyebrows furrowed slightly, as if mustering some kind of energy.

Xie Wanying also racked her brains to see if she could lend a hand. Then she heard the tapping of footsteps next to her, and the space beside her suddenly felt empty. She turned her head, catching only the tail end of Senior Cao exiting the control room.

Senior Cao was heading over to support Doctor Song.

For some reason, her heart started pounding more intensely again.

"Dr. Cao is here," the group of internists exclaimed.

Clearly, each and every one of them had great expectations for Cao Yong’s arrival.

Dressed in lead aprons and surgical gowns, Cao Yong entered the operating room.

Song Xueling ceded his position to him and whispered, "I couldn’t feel it."

"Since you couldn’t feel it, it might not be," Cao Yong’s tone was gentle, but with a hint of critique suggesting the young shouldn’t lack confidence.

If it weren’t for the gloves, Song Xueling might have wanted to scratch his nose.

"Dr. Cao shouldn’t have any issues with this," Lin Chenrong said, "Only Dr. Cao can handle it."

Jin Tianyu: "Mm, mm." Expressing strong agreement.

The confidence Teacher Lin and Senior Jin had in Senior Cao was apparent. Listening, Xie Wanying couldn’t help but feel her thoughts tighten in nervousness, her eyes fixed unblinkingly on the figure of the chief surgeon in the operating room.

Senior Cao’s hands, clad in surgical gown and gloves, exhibited their usual steadiness.

Taking up the baton, Cao Yong proceeded with the operation on the PICA aneurysm as originally planned. Before long, everyone noticed something unusual. The chief surgeon merely probed with the microcatheter before withdrawing it without placing any embolization tools: What?