Raising his head, Wang Yuanlu looked around, pointed at Zhang Dachuan's surgical "masterpiece" and said excitedly to everyone present:
"Take a good look, take a good look, what is a miracle doctor! What is technology!"
"If you could be one-tenth, no, one percent as good as Miracle Doctor Zhang, you would be able to become a great doctor in your own right!"
"When all lesions are cleaned up and no healthy tissue is cut away, this is called surgery, and this is called a doctor!"
Zhou Aoxue and others were already stunned by the clean lungs at this moment, and did not hear Wang Yuanlu's shouting at all.
You must know that preoperative examinations and even intraoperative examinations in modern medicine can only determine what problems occur in a certain part of the patient's tissue and the approximate extent.
For example, lung abscesses can indeed be detected, but it is impossible to tell where the abscess and normal tissue are embedded, which part is good and which part is bad.
Sometimes it looks like it's just a little bit broken, but actually a lot of it is broken inside, just like a rotten apple.
Sometimes it looks like it's full of necrotic tissue on the outside, but it's actually just damaged epidermis.
Because of this difference, errors will inevitably occur when doctors perform surgery.
Cutting more or less healthy tissue is allowed during surgery.
However, an operation like Zhang Dachuan's, which perfectly cuts off all the damaged abscess tissue without even a trace of healthy tissue, is simply unbelievable.
In Zhou Aoxue's opinion, this is simply impossible.
Outside the operating room, Chen Qiaoying also looked shocked.
She asked herself, even at her peak, she could never be this perfect.
Chen Qiaoying took a long breath and sighed:
"He is truly a miracle doctor."
"I don't know who he studied under."
On the side, Zhao Lin was completely stunned.
He stared carefully at the necrotic tissue cut off on the tray with wide eyes, and murmured to himself:
"No way, this is impossible."
"It doesn't make sense! How could he do this?"
After Zhang Dachuan completed the two most important aspects of the operation, he handed over the remaining work to others and turned around and left the operating room.
When he came to the corridor, he heard Zhao Lin's "impossible" exclamations coming from the next door. His heart moved and he walked over. Sure enough, he saw Chen Qiaoying and Zhao Lin watching the replay of the surgery just now.
Zhao Lin's expression made Zhang Dachuan laugh out loud:
"Deputy Director Zhao, nothing is impossible. Just because your medical skills are poor and you can't do it, it doesn't mean that others can't do it."
"But having said that, for someone like you who spends all your energy on being angry and doesn't even have the medical ethics of a doctor, it's only natural that you can't do it."
After saying that, he ignored the angry and red-eyed Zhao Lin, turned around and left - the third batch of ambulances should be arriving soon, and he still had many people to save.
Chen Qiaoying looked at Zhao Lin, recalled what Zhang Dachuan had said before, thought for a moment and then said lightly:
"Dr. Zhao, I am very disappointed with your performance tonight. I feel that our hospital cannot tolerate people like you."
"From tomorrow on, you won't come to the hospital. Please find another job."
Zhao Lin was stunned for a moment, and wanted to open his mouth to admit his mistake, but Chen Qiaoying had already turned around and left, without giving him the slightest chance.
He stood there in despair, never expecting that he would have such a result today.
Obviously after surviving tonight, his qualifications and age are enough to become a full-time director.
But at this moment, it was too late for him to regret.
…
In the following time, Zhang Dachuan directly became a busy person in the emergency room.
Because of his amazing medical skills, Chen Qiaoying completely handed over this place to him with confidence. Wang Yuanlu, the head of the department, was completely impressed by Zhang Dachuan's surgery at this time, let alone Zhang Dachuan's diagnosis and treatment. Opinion.
As for Zhou Aoxue, since she came out of the operating room, she stood behind Zhang Dachuan by accident and willingly became his assistant.
Zhang Dachuan had naturally recognized Zhou Aoxue for a long time, but he was not distracted and did not talk to her much. He only concentrated on treating her illness seriously and completely regarded Zhou Aoxue as an ordinary person.
Zhou Aoxue wanted to ask Zhang Dachuan several questions, but seeing his look, she wisely kept her mouth shut.
I felt a little aggrieved, a little bitter, and a little regretful.
Originally, she could talk and laugh with him legitimately.
After that night, Zhou Aoxue finally realized deeply that Zhang Dachuan was no longer the rural boy she knew.
In this way, we were busy until six in the morning. Most of the injured were out of danger, with only two difficult ones requiring surgery.
Zhang Dachuan stretched, took the hot tea handed over by Zhou Aoxue, took a sip, and prepared to leave for the operating room.
As soon as I went out, I heard a loud noise coming from outside the emergency room.
Zhang Dachuan subconsciously turned his head to look, and saw a figure rushing past the blocking security guards and rushing in like crazy.
A man covered in mud was knocking on the doors and windows of one ward after another as if frantically, shouting:
"Brother! Brother! Where is my brother!"
"I'm looking for my brother!"
Zhang Dachuan frowned, stepped forward and held the man down, and then he recognized that the man was Jiang Dajun.
Zhang Dachuan was a little surprised:
"Jiang Dajun, what are you yelling about here? There are all patients here and they need to rest."
When Jiang Dajun saw Zhang Dachuan, he grabbed his arm and said quickly as if he was seeing some kind of savior:
"Zhang Dachuan, my brother, my brother was brought here by ambulance, but I couldn't find him. Have you seen my brother?"
"Please tell me, I am the only brother."
Seeing that the guy was going crazy again, Zhang Dachuan gave Jiang Dajun a slap in the face to wake him up:
"What are you yelling for? Please calm down and talk to me."
He recalled the list of patients he had just received and asked casually:
"Your name is Jiang Dajun, then is your brother's name Jiang Xiaojun?"
Jiang Dajun nodded fiercely:
"Yes, yes, his name is Jiang Xiaojun, and Xiaojun is my younger brother!"
Zhang Dachuan pulled Jiang Dajun up to stand up straight, pointed to the custodial room not far away, and said to the latter:
"He has just undergone surgery and is out of danger. He is now under observation in the intensive care unit and will wake up soon."
When Jiang Dajun heard this, he burst into tears with excitement:
"Great, great, thank you, thank you."
After saying that, he stumbled to the disposal room.
As a result, at this moment, at the entrance of the building, Lin Xiaoying rushed over with several police and security team members. When she saw Jiang Dajun, she became furious:
"Jiang Dajun, stop and don't run!"
As he said that, he rushed up without any reason and held Jiang Dajun down.
Lin Xiaoying walked forward and saw Zhang Dachuan, a flash of joy flashed in her eyes, and then she quickly explained:
"Originally Jiang Dajun should have been detained pending trial, but we were busy rescuing people and didn't notice that he escaped midway. I guessed that he came to the hospital to see his brother, so he came here."
Zhang Dachuan glanced at Lin Xiaoying strangely:
"Why do you, the police and security team, have to explain to the masses now that you have arrested someone?"
Lin Xiaoying was extremely angry and glared at him fiercely.
How could she conceal her desire to see him without explaining?
