He's coming in! "The golden-haired Mayo doctor muttered softly.
"Yeah, he's about to enter!" A doctor from a team also replied unconsciously.
For Zhang Fan, from the beginning of the operation, they were still expecting something to happen to Zhang Fan.
But as the operation progressed, they were all experts, and they understood at a glance that there was obviously no problem with Zhang Fan's surgical technique. Even with their strict picking, they might not be able to find any flaws. They finally understood that Zhang Fan's surgical technique was really good. Very good.
It may even be higher than them, but for this, they are not only unwilling to admit it with their mouths, but even deep down in their hearts.
"He doesn't use a microscope!"
The surgeon on Brother Turban's side said in surprise.
Just this sentence made the surrounding European and American teams look at them like knives, which meant they didn't know how to beep beep less.
For this kind of surgery, it makes no difference whether there is a mirror or not, because even if there is a mirror, you can't see.
When a group of Tutanzi people entered the observation room in a hurry, Zhang Fan had already opened his head and the probe was about to enter.
"Teacher John!"
"Teacher George!"
As soon as they walked in, they knew a lot of people. "Are you familiar with Dr. Zhang Fan of Tea Su? Why have you never seen him at an international conference, never seen him at an SFN conference, and never seen him at a CSHA conference.
I have never seen any journals published by Zhang Fan in Neurosurgery. Which hospital does he belong to? Is it a hospital with a digital confidentiality level in your country? "
This question really embarrassed the earthly person.
"Um, Teacher Tony, Dr. Zhang Fan is the director of Chasu Hospital. He is actually not a neurosurgery doctor."
"Oh. Oh my God, is it the cerebral blood vessels or the skull base? Shuite, when did neurosurgery come under the control of these branch doctors? Who is his teacher from your country? Probably not, Dong From Golden Maruko Country?"
Tutanzi's leader was even more embarrassed. He was so embarrassed that he wished he could turn around and walk out of the observation room right now. "Well, he is an orthopedic surgeon registered in our country. His master's and doctorate teachers are all academicians of general surgery. Last year, his main research direction was antiemetics. This year, his main research direction is hepatitis B."
"Um, damn, are you drunk?"
A few people couldn't continue without saying a few words, because Zhang Fan's probe had already entered and penetrated deeply into the old man's skull.
A group of people waited quietly, looking at Zhang Fan's probe and at the old man who was getting happier as he grew older.
I don’t know if the old man sang a camel tune, but Zhang Fan felt a little irritated when he heard it. It was making breeches, just like a dilapidated door that had been in disrepair for a long time and was blown here and there by the strong wind. The sound of sore teeth.
Step by step, Zhang Fan almost burned the old man's imaging examination into his mind before the operation.
In the sagittal and coronal planes, the probe is like having eyes, avoiding blood vessels and avoiding important areas.
Surgery outside the brain is really meaningless to be honest. This one can't be moved, that one can't be touched, just like a junior high school student falling in love, you can only touch your hands. If you really dare to do anything else, the little girl will probably complain to her parents.
Anyway, in the wired space, Zhang Fan had to find a way to dodge in and out. To be honest, although it was not as labor-intensive as orthopedic surgery, this thing was so energy-consuming. Within ten minutes, Zhang Fan felt as if he had passed it. It's been the same for a long, long time.
Sweat broke out on my head.
Finally, Zhang Fan's hand stopped moving, motionless, "We've arrived."
When Lao Luo looked at the engraved line on the probe, it seemed that it was a little too far, but the old man sang very cheerfully, so Lao Luo felt relieved.
This place is no joke. If it really penetrates deep, it's not a question of bleeding or not.
Slowly, the slender negative pressure suction device was wrapped around the probe and dived down.
"Turn the pressure to the minimum, start with 1, 2, and 3."
At this time, the suction device seemed not to be turned on. There was only a slight vibration and no sound at all.
One minute
Five minutes later, just when everyone thought Zhang Fan was not inserted in place, black and red blood clots, like a pile of melted Dove chocolate, slowly moved outward on the wall of the tube.
"He did it, and he did it perfectly! It's brilliant!" After saying that, several golden retriever doctors from Mayo took a deep look at the orthopedic surgeon, turned around and left.
They have this card and the card to leave early. Do they want to communicate with Zhang Fan? To be honest, they do, but they cannot afford to lose this person.
Some doctors followed Mayo and left, but there were also some who did not leave, such as several doctors from Mishima and several doctors from Maruko-kun.
To be honest, the thrilling part of an operation from beginning to end is the few insertions. If the insertion is not done well, there will be no need to talk about it later.
The old man was probably tired of singing, "Can I have a drink of water?"
"No, you still have to sing." Zhang Fan ignored the old man, but the anesthesiologist Lao Huang said to the old man with a smile.
"This is the only time in my life that I hate singing so much."
The old man started again.
After forcing the old man to sing for four hours, the operation was finally completed. The sober old man sighed deeply.
Really, at the beginning, he was worried about the operation. After an hour, he was no longer in the mood to worry about the operation. He just wanted to know when the damn doctor would let him stop singing.
"Thank you, thank you so much!"
Under the envious gazes of a group of doctors, Brother Turban held Zhang Fan's hand. The master stationed in Afghanistan winked and coughed at Zhang Fan, meaning to say a few words for the occasion. The reporters around him were already prepared.
As a result, Zhang Fan seemed to have not seen it, "It should be, it should be, Your Highness, that's it. There is still something going on at Chasu. I think the operation has been completed now. Your country's medical level is also good. You see, Can we go back early?"
In fact, what Zhang Fan means is to check out quickly and take advantage of the heat to check out, maybe you can get more points.
The master was so angry that he said, "Who the hell is this person? He is too unworthy of publicity."
Who doesn’t understand the meaning behind Zhang Fan’s words? Damn it, he still wanted to put the friendship between the two countries on hold at 7:30. Now, damn it!
The prince looked understanding and understanding.
In the reception room of the hospital, "Swordsmen are special. The total cost of the operation is three million. Do we need our royal family to greet the returnees and go through the tax-free channel?"
"Euros?"
"No, it's a knife!"
The prince went to see his ex. When he returned to the department, Zhang Fan asked nakedly to change the money into euros, but the official politely refused.
Zhang Fan curled his lips and felt in his heart that this rich man is not very rich.
After the handover was completed, Zhang Fan went out to thank Tutanzi. After all, he came from thousands of miles away.
As a result, as soon as he left the reception hall and walked about ten meters ahead, he heard the officials behind him and ran after him.
Zhang Fan looked surprised: Are you regretting it or agreeing to pay me back the euros?
"Our former boss wants to meet you."
Zhang Fan is already a man who has seen the world. For him personally, this little money is already too much, but for a team, it is really not much.
"What else are you going to do? The anesthetic hasn't worn off yet. He shouldn't feel any discomfort yet!" Zhang Fan shook his head, as if he was a child who didn't eat ice cream on the street. Although he didn't cry, he obviously felt uncomfortable. You can also see that he is unhappy.
Entering the ward, the facilities in the ward are very high-end.
The old man raised his hand to hug Zhang Fan, but Zhang Fan pressed his face against the old man's face in disgust.
"You should have a good rest, don't think too much, and wait ten days for a review. After all, postoperative recovery is a long and boring process."
Zhang Fan thought, if you ask me to come again, I won't come.
"No, that's not what I'm thinking about. I'm reassured by the level of swordsman's specialty, but the people of A country should also enjoy Cha Su's superb medical level."
"Why don't you ask me to go to the outpatient clinic here!" Zhang Fan's face almost fell.
Really, he would rather go to Chasu to see patients who pay ten yuan for outpatient services than go to outpatient clinics here. After all, he is a doctor from China, not from Aguo...
"My time is a little..."
Before he finished speaking, the old man said with a smile: "I want Chasu Hospital to establish a hospital in our country."
Zhang Fan's slumped face suddenly bulged with two masseter muscles, and his eyes instantly became a lot bigger.
Zhang Fan hugged the old man's forehead and kissed him, "If it were another country, I would definitely not be willing, because this would involve a lot of energy on my part, but you and I are willing, because we are friends.
I think we should let the Chinese construction engineering team build the new hospital as it will be faster..."
"No, no, I discussed it with the current boss. Our first public hospital has been unable to develop. My idea is to completely upgrade this hospital and then hand it over to you, China. I don't know about you yet. That’s what hospitals are best at.”
"I'll go, you've asked the right person."
The things in Zhang Fan's mind were...
After leaving the ward, Zhang Fan felt a little fluttery under his feet, which is no exaggeration at all.
"What's wrong? What's wrong? Is there something wrong with the operation? Is the patient uncomfortable?" The master asked Zhang Fan anxiously.
A group of doctors from Tutanzi also came over curiously.
Zhang Fan, on the other hand, acted as if he was drunk, even after asking for a long time, there was no response.
At this time, Albanian diplomats came over.
"Our boss wants to have a word with you."
As the master walked, he looked at Zhang Fan anxiously.
"Isn't the operation perfect? The Europeans and Americans didn't look for trouble and left in despair. What's going on? Oh, Zhang Fan is the troublemaker! What's going on?"
After a while, the master also came out. He didn't look like Zhang Fan, but as if his tail was on fire. As soon as he went out, he said to his subordinates, "Take good care of Zhang Yuan, I will know how to embassy now, I will go back to the embassy now." ,Ha ha ha ha!"
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