Chapter 558： As prison

Chapter 558

Zhang Fan's system is like a straight-headed guy with a motif. He does n’t understand emotions and life. He is strong and courageous. If he does n’t, he will heal. If he does n’t, he will temper. Into a needle.

In the field of liver in Huaguo, in the current environment where green and yellow are not connected, Zhang Fan is like a corn seedling with a spike in the wheat field.

Although thin, it is already much higher than other wheat seedlings. And there is potential for continued improvement. Regarding liver tumor resection alone, it is no exaggeration to say that Zhang Fan is in the top three in the world.

But medicine is not a single discipline. After resection, before resection, various physiological and biochemical and pharmacological immunity of the tumor.

The improvement of the patient's physical function after surgery is what a doctor must be good at.

And Zhang Fan's system only opened an orthopedics and general elementary subjects. Therefore, in terms of comprehensive ability, Zhang Fan's road is still far away.

Wu Lao and Lu Lao watched quietly, waiting quietly for Zhang Fan's last few knives.

As Zhang Fan's swords became more frequent and slower and slower, Qin Lao at the venue also returned from the trance.

"Dr. Zhang Fan's operation is accurate if it is to be described in one word. Like a missile, it hits the target straight, without dragging mud and water, and without a touch of carving.

This operation is difficult, so as long as you can do it, you will get all kinds of praise.

There are too many of them to study the middle lobe of the liver, and there are only a handful of them that can be done at room temperature.

Zhang Fan's sweat, like beads, wiped out and came out, crystal clear. As Zhang Fan's surgery reached its final stage, the equipment nurse, anesthesiologist, and itinerant nurse were all excited.

This kind of surgery was not done in the past, but today is different. It was done under the attention of the national government, and it is really honorable.

"Prepare the electric knife to stop bleeding." Zhang Fan straightened his waist and relieved gently.

"Yes!" The nurse's voice was all excited.

Tungsten steel scalpel, blood-stained tungsten steel scalpel, with Zhang Fan's last everything gently, the tumor, the tumor of the adult male fist, was completely removed.

"Come down!" After the tumor was removed, Lu long-sighed, the old man hung in the heart of his throat, and finally fell back.

"Relax! Oh, from now on, I have to envy you, brother." Wu Lao looked at his brother with a smile.

"Haha, Brother Shi, after I have perfected this boy's system knowledge, do you have any interest in training?"

"What do you say, haha!" The two old men were really happy. Mr. Lu is glad that he finally has a disciple who can fulfill his wish and fulfill his wish that has not reached its peak.

Wu Lao is glad that someone can finally take over his knife. In recent years, he has had to turn to studying molecules and genes, but for most patients with liver disease, the ultimate treatment is surgery.

The slogan Fang Zhizhi shouted for years. Just like the doctor tells the patient to quit drinking and eat less fat, it can't be done at all, so surgery is always the ultimate way to cure this kind of disease, unless people in the future can be indifferent and indifferent to life.

When Zhang Fan grabbed the bowel line and lifted the tumor, the audience was uproared, the real uproar.

When the operation is not completed, all kinds of words are available, but you can really see when the tumor is completely removed.

None of the **** tumors that were not shocked were held by Zhang Fan in their hands like a child's head. They really stood like a masked swordsman in the wind and rain.

"Ah, the age has grown to the dog!" The director of the Department of Hepatobiliary, Yaxiang Affiliated Hospital looked lonely at Zhang Fan in the big screen.

Yaxiang's liver and gallbladder is a rising star in China, and their director of liver and gallbladder is also known as the successor to Wu Lao in China Medical. He has also been conquering the middle liver, although he is not an ancestor disciple.

As a result, the resection of the tumor in the middle of the liver was founded by the ancestors at that time, and is now taken over by the ancestors. He is really lonely.

Feeling sad, there is a feeling that people are more dead than others. Because Zhang Fan is too young, young can make people envy to death.

If it was Master Zhang Fan or a few older brothers who performed this operation, maybe he didn't feel that way, and maybe he would feel better.

But how old is Zhang Fan!

"Pretty! Classic! Accuracy!" After Qin Lao loudly exported three consecutive words, applause rang out in the venue.

Slowly, someone stood up. Zhang Fan conquered them with precise skills, and applause was like tide. As Zhang Fan's teacher, Lu Lao took Wu Lao and turned to replace Zhang Fan, nodded slightly, and greeted the colleagues who were applauding.

With the enthusiastic applause of Wu Lao and Lu Lao turning around, this scene was like a handover ceremony of a gangster, and Zhang Fan was completely branded by his ancestors.

It is estimated that it will not take several hours, and Zhang Fan's name will definitely be known by most liver and gallbladder doctors.

Under the guidance of Academician Lu, an old disciple of Qiu, this will be Zhang Fan's name for a long time to come.

However, Zhang Fan in the operating room did not know and could not hear the applause for his precise operation in the conference hall.

"Stop bleeding!" After the tumor and nearby lymph were taken for a quick medical examination, Zhang Fan continued their surgery.

The next operation was simple, the wound was hemostatic, closed, and the abdomen closed.

"Zhang Yuan, we succeeded! Why aren't you excited?" Ma Yichen asked after glancing quietly at the camera.

"It's not the first time to do this operation, are you excited?" Zhang Fan said angrily.

"Hey!" Ma Yichen poked his lips boringly, muttering quietly, his voice was not loud, and he didn't dare let Zhang Fan hear: "Surgery with you is the same as prison! Speech is restricted!"

After the operation, there was no need for Ma Yichen to get started, and Zhang Fan was not excited, so he was a bit bored and depressed.

He felt that Zhang Fan should be excited. If he showed his brand in front of the country, how could he not be excited!

"Zhang Yuan, congratulations!" Director Zhao Quanping cooperated with Zhang Fan to continue the operation, but took the time to look up and said to Zhang Fan.

"Director, Tongxi! And I want to thank you!"

"Hehe, Tongxi, Tongxi." Dr. Zhao Quanping endured slightly reddish eyes and continued to cooperate with Zhang Fan seriously.

A big guy once said, in the workplace, should you give money and respect and comfort.

A few words from Zhang Fan made Lao Zhao completely moved. In fact, people are very simple. Sometimes they buy their lives for one sentence, but not for others, for this respect.

"Zhang Yuan, if we can take off the masks, haha! Face-lifting in front of the National University of China, imagination is exciting, it is estimated that my university teacher is at the venue."

Second assistant Dr. Song also said with a little excitement.

"Oh, you can pull down the mask and smile at the camera when the patient will be delivered!"

"Haha! If the teacher who hung our department saw my face and didn't know what thought. Haha!" Dr. Song was happy, really happy.

Although he is not the main knife, they are a team.

With the success of Zhang Fan's surgery, Ouyang's phone was also exploded.

"President Ouyang, I'm XXX. The general manager of Johnson & Johnson's Huaguo will visit The Chasu Hospital, and you're welcome."

"Dean Ouyang, I am ..."

In plain words, Chasu Hospital was followed by the superiors and envied by colleagues, and congratulatory messages from all directions made the old lady of Ouyang smile.

There are even key hospitals in developed cities who want to reach a brother hospital with Chasu Hospital. Can Ouyang be unhappy?

She wished that all the hospitals abroad would call.

(End of this chapter)