Zhang Fan's system is like a young guy who just jumps into the topic. He doesn't understand emotions or life. He relies on his strong temper and courage. If he can't do it, he can lose his temper. Into a needle.
In the field of liver in China, in the current environment of drought, Zhang Fan is like a plucked corn seedling in a wheat field.
Although thin, it is already much taller than other wheat seedlings. And there is potential for continued improvement. When it comes to resection of middle lobe tumors of the liver, it is no exaggeration to say that Zhang Fan ranks among the top three in the world.
However, medicine is not a single discipline. Various physiology, biochemistry, pharmacology and immunity of tumors after and before resection.
The improvement of patients' physical functions after surgery is what a doctor must be good at.
Zhang Fan's system only opened a primary subject of orthopedics and general surgery. Therefore, in terms of comprehensive ability, Zhang Fan still has a long way to go.
Mr. Wu and Mr. Lu watched quietly, waiting for Zhang Fan's last few blows.
As Zhang Fan's attacks became more frequent and slower, Mr. Qin at the venue also came back from his trance.
"If Dr. Zhang Fan's surgery can be described in one word, it is precise. It hits the target like a missile, without any sloppiness or any trace of carving."
This kind of surgery is difficult, so as long as you can do it, you will get various praises.
There are too many experts who have studied the middle lobe of the liver, but only a handful of them have actually done it at room temperature.
Zhang Fan's sweat was like beads on a string, wiping it off and coming out again, each one shining brightly. As Zhang Fan's operation entered its final stages, the instrument nurse, anesthesiologist, and circulating nurse were all excited.
This kind of surgery has not been done in the past, but it is different today. It was done under the attention of great doctors from all over the country. It is really an honor.
"Prepare the electric knife to stop the bleeding." Zhang Fan straightened his waist and breathed a sigh of relief.
"Yes!" The equipment nurse's voice was excited.
The tungsten steel scalpel, the tungsten steel scalpel stained with blood, with Zhang Fan's gentle final touches, the tumor, a tumor the size of an adult male's fist, was completely removed.
"It's down!" When the tumor was removed, Mr. Lu breathed a long sigh of relief, and the old man's heart hanging in his throat finally fell back.
"Don't worry! Haha, from now on, I have to envy you, junior brother." Mr. Wu looked at his junior brother with a smile.
"Haha, senior brother, after I improve this boy's system knowledge, are you interested in training him?"
"What do you think, haha!" The two old men were really happy. Mr. Lu was happy that he finally had a disciple who could fulfill his wish and fulfill his wish before he reached the peak.
Mr. Wu is happy that someone can finally take over his knife. In recent years, as he is old, he has had to turn to studying molecules and genes. However, for most liver disease patients, the final treatment is surgery.
Prevention is better than cure has been a slogan that has been shouted for many years. Just like a doctor telling a patient to stop drinking and eat less fat, it is simply impossible. Therefore, surgery will always be the ultimate means to cure this type of disease, unless people in the future can be abstinent and indifferent to life.
When Zhang Fan grabbed the gut and lifted the tumor, the whole place was in an uproar, a real uproar.
Before the operation was completed, various words were spoken, and it was only when the tumor was completely removed that we could actually see it.
No one was not shocked. The bloody tumor was held in Zhang Fan's hand like a child's head. It was really like a masked swordsman holding a human head, standing gracefully in the wind and rain.
"Hey, I'm getting old like a dog!" The director of the Hepatobiliary Department of Yaxiang Affiliated Hospital looked lonely at Zhang Fan on the big screen.
Yaxiang's liver and gallbladder department is considered a rising star in China, and their director of liver and gallbladder medicine is known as the successor of Mr. Wu in China's medical industry. He has also been conquering the middle lobe of the liver, although he is not a disciple of the ancestors.
As a result, the resection of middle lobe tumors of the liver was initiated by the ancestors, and now it is taken over by the disciples of the ancestors. He is really lonely.
Sad, there is a feeling that one person is more likely to die than another. Because Zhang Fan is too young, and being young can make people envious to death.
If Senior Brother Zhang Fan or several Senior Senior Brothers in their prime had performed this operation, maybe he wouldn't feel this way and he might feel better.
But how old is Zhang Fan!
"Beautiful! Classic! Accurate!" As Mr. Qin loudly spoke three consecutive words, applause broke out in the venue.
Slowly, someone stood up. Zhang Fan conquered them with his precise skills and received a wave of applause. As Zhang Fan's teacher, Mr. Lu pulled Mr. Wu and turned around to replace Zhang Fan. He nodded slightly and paid tribute to his colleagues who were applauding.
As Mr. Wu and Mr. Lu turned around, the applause became even more enthusiastic. This scene was like a handover ceremony, and Zhang Fan was completely branded as an ancestral disciple.
It is estimated that within a few hours, Zhang Fan's name will definitely be known to most doctors who specialize in liver and gallbladder medicine.
Studying under Qiu's old disciple, Academician Lu, this will be Zhang Fan's reputation for a long time to come.
However, Zhang Fan in the operating room did not know and could not hear the applause from everyone in the venue for his precise surgery.
"Stop the bleeding!" After the tumor and nearby lymph were taken for a quick medical examination, Zhang Fan and the others continued the operation.
The next operation is simple, the wound is stopped bleeding, the wound is closed, and the abdomen is closed.
"Zhang Yuan, we succeeded! Why aren't you excited?" Ma Yichen asked after quietly glancing at the camera.
"It's not the first time I've had this surgery. Isn't it exciting?" Zhang Fan said angrily.
"Hey!" Ma Yichen curled his lips in boredom and muttered quietly, not loudly, as he didn't dare to let Zhang Fan hear: "Doing an operation with you is like going to prison! Even your speech is restricted!"
There was no need for Ma Yichen to get started with the follow-up of the operation, and Zhang Fan was not excited, so he was a little bored and depressed.
He felt that Zhang Fan should be excited. How could he not be excited when he showed off his brand in front of big names across the country?
"Zhang Yuan, congratulations!" Director Zhao Quanping cooperated with Zhang Fan to continue the operation, but took the time to look up and say to Zhang Fan.
"Director, congratulations! And I also want to thank you!"
"Haha, we are happy together, we are happy together." Dr. Zhao Quanping endured his slightly red and astringent eyes and continued to cooperate with Zhang Fan seriously.
A certain boss once said that in the workplace, you either need to give people money or you need to give people respect and comfort.
Zhang Fan's few words moved Lao Zhao completely. In fact, people are very simple. Sometimes they will sacrifice their lives for a word, not for anything else, just for this respect.
"Zhang Yuan, it would be great if we could take off our masks, haha! It's exciting to imagine that you will be shown your face in front of big names all over the country. I guess my university teachers will be at the venue."
The second assistant, Dr. Song, also said with a little excitement.
"Haha, when you send the patient to the hospital later, you can pull down the mask and smile at the camera!"
"Haha! If the teacher who passed my department back then saw my face, I don't know what he would think. Haha!" Dr. Song was happy, really happy.
Although he is not the chief surgeon, they are a team.
With the success of Zhang Fan's operation, Ouyang's phone was also flooded with calls.
"Dean Ouyang, I am XXX. The general manager of Johnson & Johnson Huaguo will be visiting Chasu City Hospital. Please welcome me."
"Dean Ouyang, I am..."
To put it in layman's terms, Chasu Hospital was noticed by superiors and envied by colleagues. Congratulatory messages from all directions made Mrs. Ouyang smile crookedly.
There are even key hospitals in developed cities that want to establish sister hospitals with Chasu Hospital. How can Ouyang be unhappy!
She wished that hospitals abroad would call.
