492 Smile so brightly

Style: Romance Author: Zang FushengWords: 3401Update Time: 24/01/18 18:16:30
"How did his surgery go?" The wealthy man couldn't understand. The knife scratched his stomach and his intestines were churning with his hands. Even if he didn't know what Zhang Fan was going to do, he still knew what Zhang Fan was doing. But it's different now. It's like holding a knife and cutting the air. It doesn't understand this. So he asked.

My personal doctor is now a consultant, and of course the person I am asking is a Chinese doctor who is engaged in general surgery.

"Okay, well done!" the Chinese doctor said as if biting peppercorns in his back teeth.

"Compared with you?" The rich man asked without any subtlety.

"Well, I, my main attack direction is not the pancreas!" He already felt that his job was about to be shattered, but he still retained a trace of luck in his heart. Although he was furious, he still had to grit his teeth and give it to the rich man. Explain this disrespectful question.

"Yang Jun, you have to work harder, I heard that Zhang Sang is an orthopedic surgeon!"

The rich man looked back at his personal doctor with a slightly mocking look. Sometimes the words spoken by rich people can be quite irritating. Although what they say is the truth, it feels particularly awkward to listen to them.

For example, when I make friends, I never look at whether the other person has money. Anyway, they don’t have as much money as me.

And a wealthy person of this level has no scruples about ordinary private doctors. In his eyes, if the doctor cannot reach the level he needs, he will abandon it. Have money but can’t find services?



In the operating room, Zhang Fan took the knife and sliced ​​the pancreas bit by bit like peeling a pear. Tumor surgery requires thoroughness. It is the tumor tissue that the doctor sees, and he will cut off as much as he can. Therefore, during tumor surgery, doctors often tell patients during examination: The tumor is not big, just three to four centimeters.

Then after the operation, the doctor took a large lump of meat, almost ten kilograms, and told the patient's family. Look, the tumor was removed.

The family members were dumbfounded. It was only three to four centimeters. It was almost ten pounds.

In fact, tumors are just like ink dripping on white rice paper. During the instrument inspection, it was only possible to determine the place with the most ink, but this thing had already extended to a large area. Moreover, doctors cannot be sure whether the black and gray areas are tumors or not, if there are no large blood vessels, nerves or important organs.

Often it is better to kill the wrong person than to let it go.

This is the larger organ, and what about the smaller organ. This is the case with the pancreas, for example. This patient's tumor was in the tail of the pancreas.

Although Zhang Fan cut out more than half of the pancreas, there was still no guarantee whether the area close to the body of the pancreas was infected by the tumor. This thing cannot be detected with any instrument. Either wait for time, or rely on the doctor’s experience.

Therefore, when approaching the body of the pancreas, Zhang Fan showed no mercy. Follow what he does in the system. This kind of surgery must be done like peeling a carrot, and the surgery can only be done when the ducts in the pancreas appear normal.

Tasuku Honjo looked at Zhang Fan's surgery, and his frowning brows relaxed. "I think we can cooperate with Dr. Zhang! And it will be an in-depth cooperation."

Many chaebols didn't say anything when they heard this, but they felt confident in their hearts. Who is Tasuku Honjo? Although this old man has not reached the top yet, he is much more famous than Lao Qian in the medical community of Maru Zi Country. Of course, this old man did not let down the people of Maru Zi Country. Eight years later, this guy won the prize for cancer treatment. won the Nobel Prize.

This award is definitely very important. It is different from other Nobel Prizes in medical physiology in the biological field. It directly improves the level of cancer treatment methods. Among the top scientists, Wanziguo can really laugh at Huaguo.

How old was Mrs. Tu when she won the award? She can still work for a few more years, and there are too many people in the Meatball Country who have reached the top in their fifties. In the field of scientific research, those in their fifties are still in their golden age.

When Honjo Yu spoke, the private trio on the wealthy side were dumbfounded. "Isn't he an orthopedic surgeon?"

"Yes!" The man from Bangzi Country was also puzzled.

"I didn't know either. I didn't expect him to do pancreatic surgery!"

The Chinese guy almost cried.

"Don't you know?" The chat between the three people was overheard by a doctor who went to cooperate with Chasu Country. Jingdong University, rice-growing universities, and many universities brought doctors who collaborated with Tea Su to observe Zhang Fan's surgery this time.

"What do you know?" Doctor Maruziguo of the private trio asked.

"Although he is an orthopedic surgeon, he is the third generation disciple of the Qiu Sect of China. Do you know about the Qiu Sect?"

The doctor was very interested in telling them something.

As soon as these words were said, the three people looked at each other, and they could see in their eyes that the other party was a fool.

After choosing and choosing, I chose someone with the ability to be the housekeeper.

"How could he be a disciple of the Qiu sect? Didn't he just graduate from a primary school in a remote area of ​​the northwest? Aren't all the disciples of the Qiu sect in the south?"

The Chinese private doctor really wanted to cry.

Once the tumor is removed, the surgery is much faster because the difficulty is gone.

"Dean Zhang, your level of pancreatic surgery is also very high." The assistant said to Zhang Fan with a smile.

Since the operation, several people had not spoken to each other, because they knew that Zhang Fan was like a tyrant after the operation. He did not speak himself and did not let others speak. During their six months at Cha Su, they have become accustomed to this Zhang-style surgical atmosphere.

At this time, the operation was almost over, and everyone seemed to be alive.

"Haha, not yet! The liver, gallbladder, pancreas and spleen are inseparable. My master also said that I should work more on the pancreas."

Zhang Fan said modestly.

When Mr. Lu saw that Zhang Fan had no intention of doing any research on the liver and gallbladder, he suggested that Zhang Fan develop his research on the pancreas. However, there are too few pancreatic patients in Chasu. This does not mean that people in the northwest have good eating habits. The main reason is that the population in Chasu is too small, so this disease is relatively rare.

"Oh, haha!" Jingdong's director didn't know what to say.



"Zhang Sang, thank you for your hard work!"

After the operation, Zhang Fan accompanied the patient to the intensive care unit and watched the doctors perform postoperative recovery treatment on the patient before walking out of the ICU.

At this time, the local tyrant brought an old man to find Zhang Fan.

"It's not hard, it's not hard, what's the point of it. During the operation, I suddenly felt that your bowl is quite good!"

"Uh!" He was sweating. I have never seen such a naked doctor. No matter how good his personal doctor is, he is not so open and generous, and he has no restraint at all.

"Haha, don't worry, don't worry, I'll have someone pack it for you and send it to the hotel in a moment. Then I can invite you to Maruko Country in the future..."

"Actually, I'm an easy person to talk to. You don't know it. When you get to know me, you'll find that I'm easy to deal with. The cost of this operation will be paid for by your bowl. I'm really busy. I'll come to Tokyo in the future. It's inconvenient. If you really want to invite me.

Well, I think that vase in your home is also nice! "

The local tycoons feel that the Chinese people are too black-hearted.

"This is our country's chief cancer scientist, Mr. Tasuku Honjo. He wants to have a few words with you." The wealthy man quickly interrupted Zhang Fan. He could give the money, but he really couldn't bear to part with the collection of things.

During the war years, someone made statistics and found that the best batch of antiques flowing out of China all arrived in Maruko Country. Although his antiques are not top-notch, they are still sub-top. For example, that bowl was used by the emperor of the Song Dynasty. And the vase that Zhang Fan called was even more extraordinary.

He began to regret a little, regretting taking Zhang Fan to see his collection. He really couldn't understand that a doctor who clearly knew nothing could choose the most expensive item in his collection.

In fact, Zhang Fan didn't know which one was more expensive. In order not to suffer any loss, the vase he asked for was big, so he thought the bigger one should be more expensive!



Honjo You smiled as he watched Zhang Fan slash the wealthy man with a knife. At his level, he can see through a lot more things. There aren't many things I care about.

In his eyes, nothing is too much for a doctor of this level.

"Hello, Dr. Zhang! I am a professor at Kyoto University School of Medicine." The old man bowed slightly.

Zhang Fan quickly bowed back. To be honest, he had been taught since childhood that he couldn't bear to have such an old man bow to him.

"Hello, hello." Zhang Fan didn't know much about this old man, because he was now a scientist in Wanzi Country.

Just like the rich people, although they are all rich people, everyone is only familiar with the richest man. But the rich people below the richest man are not particularly worried people. Who wants to know whether he eats from a golden bowl.

"Mr. Tasuku Honjo has received the honor of being a foreign academician of the Golden Retriever Academy of Sciences, and is also the head of the Kyoto Medical Chemistry Laboratory. He is currently working with scholars from the Golden Retriever on the treatment of negative tumors."

The director of Jingdong University, Zhang Fan's first assistant in this operation, quickly explained to Zhang Fan.

During the six months of cooperation with Zhang Fan, he was also very confused. Zhang Fan's level was really high, but this guy seemed to be a cripple. He was superior in clinical aspects, but in terms of scientific research, he was a master's level. It seems a bit flattering.

Therefore, sometimes, the director is also confused. Is this because he is gifted, or is he pretending to be a pig?

Zhang Fan honestly doesn't know whether it's negative or positive treatment. Because this has reached the genetic level, he has not even entered the scientific research department yet, so he generally does not pay attention to this kind of top-level research.

It's useless to be careful, he can't understand it. At present, the system has not opened all the basic clinical subjects.

However, he knew one thing, this old man was awesome. If Mr. Qiu was a god-level being in the clinical aspects of China, this old man was probably the top being in the Wanzi Kingdom in terms of scientific research.

"Oh, oh, sir, it's a pleasure to meet you." Zhang Fan smiled as brightly as he could.

Holding the old man's hand, he shook it like a little wolf dog seeing a meat bun.

This old man was also cute. Seeing Zhang Fan being so enthusiastic, although he was a little uncomfortable, he still let Zhang Fan hold his hand.

"Zhang Sang, I want to ask you a favor."

"You're too polite, just call me Xiao Zhang. Your status in the scientific community is such that I'm not qualified to be your student. You're too polite. If you have anything to do, just give me your instructions."

Zhang Fan's smile couldn't be called enthusiastic, and the wealthy people standing aside were scolding him. "I'll give you millions. I'll give you millions, but you don't even have a smile on your face! Don't I have any cards?"

The director of Jingdong University, looking at Zhang Fan's smiling face at this time, he thought of the old lady in Cha Su.

This smile was too familiar to him.

Because, in Chasu, they let the old lady act as a messenger, not only performing operations and going to the laboratory, but also going to outpatient clinics, taking students, and even every Maruko doctor who goes to Chasu has to give regular lectures.