Concentration is a rule that modern medicine attaches great importance to. Even the rules and regulations of the operating room clearly stipulate that no noise is allowed in the operating room.
Chatting and gossiping during the operation cannot be done in many places. This is considered a violation of aseptic operation, because when a person opens his mouth, there will be foam, even though he has a mask.
But the more ordinary the place, the more the doctor will show off, "Look, the appendix is down."
"Look, the gallbladder stone is coming down!"
All I have to say is, come and flatter me if you see how awesome I am.
A truly qualified doctor actually speaks very little during surgery, and even if it is necessary to speak, it is very concise.
The group of people behind Zhang Fan were surprised because they discovered that as the operation progressed faster and faster, Zhang Fan, who was originally an assistant, began to slowly become a surgeon.
This is quite difficult. When the assistant becomes extremely proficient in the operation, his surgical operation becomes the assistant's leader or simultaneous performer.
Then the doctor's level must be quite high, and it is always a bit uncoordinated to perform the operation while standing in the position of an assistant. But for Zhang Fan, who has practiced left and right interaction in the system, is this still a problem?
After the old man enlightened Zhang Fan with one sentence, Zhang Fan suddenly became enlightened and the knowledge about pancreas was integrated in his mind.
Just like the enlightenment in the Yellow Sect, Zhang Fan got through. Then the level of the two masters gradually started to improve at the same level.
You are cutting the necrotic pancreas on the left side, and I am doing the operation of clearing the intestines on the left side. In other words, two people, two hands, do it at the same time regardless of priority.
Just like an army besieging a city, when the strength of the army reaches the point of crushing the enemy, it will bloom in all directions regardless of priority.
At this time, the two assistants, the director of the pancreatic department, and the outstanding young doctor had no time to be surprised, because they were already struggling to keep up with the pace of the two surgeons.
Are their skills really bad? Let’s not talk about young doctors, let’s talk about the director of the pancreatic department of a ministerial-level hospital. When such a director is released, he is very awesome.
However, today they met a genius magician who could be said to be rare in a century, or probably a doctor who both prescribed medicine.
Wu Lao has great skills, and Zhang Fan is showing off his skills. The two complement each other, and there is a sense of competition inadvertently.
Therefore, it is too difficult to be their assistant.
Craftsmanship, craftsmanship, there are so many things that cannot be quantified. One sword makes three points and three points, and one sword makes three points and two points. It seems that there is not much difference. However, there is no shortcut to improving this point. It can only be achieved by time and experience. Zhang Fan's system virtually made up for this shortcoming of Zhang Fan.
The sweating assistant only had four hands in his eyes, and all he thought about was surgery.
As for the spectators standing behind, they were all competing in an incredible manner.
"His assistant turned into the chief surgeon!"
"Oh my god, how is that possible!" One doctor even softened his eyes.
If you tell me this, you will be treated as a joke by others. Side-to-side pancreaticojejunostomy is almost the crown jewel of general surgery.
Not to mention competing with Mr. Wu on the same stage, not to mention that they were evenly matched when competing on the same stage. Even if he could perform this operation alone, he would have a lot to brag about.
But today, the bumpkin in their eyes was not defeated by Mr. Wu's superb skills.
"That's awesome!"
Disdain, ridicule, and confusion all turned into incredulity.
"He is probably from the capital!"
"absolute!"
At this point in the surgery, it was no longer something they could understand. The crown in this general surgery had allowed Mr. Wu and Zhang Fan to create an art that was beyond the reach of ordinary people.
"Quick, go, turn on the camera, be sure to record the process of this operation. Quick!"
When Mr. Wu and Zhang Fan reached their peak, more and more doctors gathered in the corridor of the operating room.
"Look, look, God, be good!" The doctor standing outside the operating door was a little incoherent.
It is not unusual for Mr. Wu to perform surgeries, but today a young doctor came out who could not lag behind in surgical skills, and the two of them cooperated very well, which has almost reached the point where this kind of surgery can no longer be improved. What is telepathy? This is!
Is it scary? It was so terrible that when more and more doctors appeared outside the operating door, so did the hospital's military leadership.
"What's this young man's level like?" He was a layman, and he asked curiously as he looked at the doctors as if they had fried a bunch of chickens.
"His level? I can no longer evaluate his level. I can only say that I have to look up to see his level!"
The director of the Second Pancreas Department said to the military leader very solemnly.
"He is so good at the pancreas?" The military leader was a little unconvinced. Don't say this just to curry favor with Mr. Wu.
"Haha!" The director didn't even bother to explain.
The pancreas also has an opening, just like a caterpillar, with a mouth. This mouth is where it spits into the intestines.
Because severe pancreatitis corroded and dissolved the pancreas into a mutilated state, Mr. Wu and Zhang Fan not only repaired the tattered insect body.
He also untied the clothes of the pancreas, enlarged the mouth, and then stuffed the intestines into the lumen of the pancreas.
It's like taking a straw and inserting it into the caterpillar's mouth. This insertion is quite delicate. Not only is the caterpillar not killed, it also eliminates the need to spit out the saliva secreted by the caterpillar. After it is secreted directly, it It's sucked back into the intestines by this straw, it's so difficult, it's so powerful.
"Go and collect this doctor's information for me."
"Yes!" The orderly saluted neatly and left. The military leader looked thoughtfully at the figure inside through the glass window.
With the development of science and technology and the increasingly advanced communication conditions, doctors, especially some young doctors, invariably take photos of surgeries and post them in their QQ space.
Moreover, he even wrote this sentence in a very pretentious manner: Fang Dong created another miracle, matching side by side, fighting on two fronts, and I am mighty and powerful Fang Dong.
Then he carelessly left out his name tag in the photo, as if I was also one of the awesome ones. In fact, he was just a spectator outside the awesome doors, but this did not stop him from showing off.
Almost most of the friends of doctors are doctors, and most of the friends of pancreatologists are doctors of the pancreatic department.
For a time, half of East China was shaken.
The young doctor's circle of friends is full of questions.
"Double surgeons? Are you bragging? Mr. Wu is asking you to show off like this? I advise you to be a good person!"
This was a classmate from another hospital in Shanghai. He was very unconvinced and immediately exposed his pretentiousness. He was just a little bit short of entering Fangdong back then, so...it was very sour!
"Are you still awake? Another 24-hour shift? Go to bed quickly and stop talking nonsense." This is his former girlfriend when he was a master's degree student, now in Jingnan.
"Which great god did my idol Mr. Wu do it at the same time?" His junior brother.
The young doctor felt satisfied for a moment. Questions came from the Magic City, Jingnan, and even the master tutor who never spoke.
"Really? Who had sex with Mr. Wu?"
Then, as the young doctor's circle of friends was treated as a joke by his fellow students, the senior doctors also learned about it.
Shanghai Foreign Affairs Hospital, "Dean, I heard that someone performed side-to-side pancreatic anastomosis at the same time as Mr. Wu. Why are today's students so unreliable?"
"Is it true?" Zhang Fan's senior brother looked at the photo that was forwarded by others. Although Zhang Fan was photographed with his back on his back, as soon as the senior senior brother looked at Mr. Wu's back opposite him, he knew that Zhang Fan was here!
"Really?" The pancreas director of the foreign affairs department couldn't close his mouth. "In such a small space, the pancreas is not the liver. How is it possible?"
"Haha, some people are born to be doctors!"
Zhang Fan didn't know during the operation that his name was being asked everywhere in the East China medical circle.
"Who is Zhang Fan?"
"Wang Yuan, is Zhang Fan from the pancreatic department of your hospital?"
"Why have you heard about it too? He's not from our hospital. If he were from our hospital, I would have shown him off like a treasure. Where did this person come from?"
"north?"
"How can those idiots train such young talented doctors?
Just kidding, it's definitely from the south, but I just don't know which hospital it is from. Did he come back from Europe and America? No, military hospitals cannot allow people from Europe and the United States to enter. "
The medical circle in the capital looked down upon the medical group in the capital, and the medical circle in the capital also looked down upon the medical circle in the magic city, despising each other.
Of these two, one is the director of the hospital where Jingnan Lao Zhong works, and the other is the director of the number one hospital in Shanghai.
It’s so scary. Side-to-side pancreaticojejunal anastomosis requires double surgeons. Who can stand beside Mr. Wu? Who can accompany Mr. Wu for a surgery that is countless times more difficult?
Big cities are big cities after all, and news spreads too fast. First in East China, then in South China, the news became known to more and more people in the circle.
At this time, Lao Chang, who had worked hard to keep a low profile for a long time, was finally gradually accepted by his medical colleagues in the south. Lao Chang opened his circle of friends after he got off work, and his good mood in the past six months suddenly disappeared.
Zhang Fan, Zhang Fan, he knew it all too well, "Mom, why is he everywhere? I've already traveled halfway across China, and he's here too. Oh my God!"
He knows very well. When everyone asks where Zhang Fan is from, his phone number will definitely be the hotline.
"Am I the legendary stone that was stepped on, or am I the legendary Doudou?"
Lao Chang, whose lips were bitten by himself, saw black spots in front of his eyes, and his heart almost broke.
Qingniao said, "Teacher, look, are these my junior brother and senior uncle?"
"Haha, why not? Let's not talk about the back, just look at the skin color on his neck. There is no need to call to implement it. Haha!"
Old Lu was joking in a rare way, and the old man was so happy, "I just have good taste, haha, whoever has the disciple who can compete with senior brother on the same stage without falling behind, haha!"
If the old man's senior brothers were by his side at this time, he would definitely show his big teeth and make these old guys envious.
After connecting, suturing, and closing the abdomen, the patient's pancreas was finally connected to the intestine.
"It's great!" Zhang Fan rarely said when the operation was completed.
"Haha, not bad, there is still room for improvement, don't be proud!" Mr. Wu pinched his sore tiger's mouth and said to Zhang Fan with a smile.
In fact, the old man was shocked in his heart, "You are so talented. With just one sentence, this boy opened the skylight. If it hadn't been for the old man and my skill, I might have let this boy take over the show today."
The merits of the system completely burst out. What is the accumulation of hard work and hard work day and night? The moment the master pointed it out, the kung fu that Zhang Fan had developed in the system burst out like a spring.
Being talented is like being pregnant, everyone can clearly feel it the moment it comes out.
"Oh my god, I can't live anymore!" As the third assistant's doctor, I was really depressed today.
He looked at Zhang Fan and then at his director. Anyone could clearly feel the grievance in his eyes.
"It's okay, it's okay. There is only one Mr. Wu in the world. We won't compete with them! If you don't compete with them, you will still be the leader of young people in Shanghai."
I don’t know what the director of the pancreatic department was thinking. The doctor, who was already aggrieved, was so persuaded by his director that he wanted to change departments.
