"When did you come?"
In the old man's office, Zhang Fan sat in front of his uncle, and several fellow apprentices sat around the old man.
"I came here in time for lunch. I just came out of the ward."
"I've seen the patient and the test results. How is it? Are you sure?" The old man is still in good spirits. This is God's reward.
Throughout his life, the old man's work intensity was still very high.
After a lifetime of surgeries, his fingers were deformed like chicken claws, but the old man was still standing on the operating table in his nineties, and he didn't even have varicose veins.
When you asked the younger generation to surpass him, look at those of the same generation, but Old Man Lu stopped talking and almost made himself look bad.
Looking at Zhao Yanfang’s master, Mr. Xia, he stopped having surgery ten years ago. This is the difference!
Zhang Fan looked at the old man carefully. He wanted to know if the old man also had a medical assistance system from the future.
"Well, with my uncle and other senior brothers standing up for me, I'm sure."
Before Zhang Fan had surgery, he was still modest and would say things that others liked to hear. The old man chuckled, "Although the equipment is advanced, this surgery is much simpler than the surgery I had back then.
You have to be mentally prepared! Discussions before surgery should be held carefully. "
The old man took the trouble to say a lot. Ordinarily, a doctor of Zhang Fan's level should not explain such small things.
But Zhang Fan also had a group of senior brothers who were sitting quietly in the office, just like in elementary school, listening carefully to what the old man said.
"Okay, don't worry too much. You and my master taught me step by step, so I still have some strength."
"Haha, don't put the golden light on my face. It's noon. I'll have a meal with you today. I have an operation in the afternoon. Let's discuss tomorrow's operation in the evening."
A group of people didn't go far, so they found a restaurant near Fangdong that was not big or small. It wasn't luxurious, but it was clean.
The old man has an average diet and doesn't eat much. Several fellow apprentices are still in their prime, but none of them can eat as well as Zhang Fan.
I don't know if it's because of the system or because he's young, but Zhang Fan's appetite has not seemed to change and he still eats the same amount.
Grandmaster specially selected Fuzhou cuisine. This was Zhang Fan's first time eating this cuisine, but it contained fish and shrimp, so Zhang Fan quite liked it.
Because there were no private rooms, a few people sat quietly in the corner, chatting about work and eating Fuzhou cuisine.
Zhang Fan finally understood that southern cuisine is better because one of the ingredients is fresh, and the rest feels the same, either steamed or boiled. However, because the ingredients at the seaside are fresh, it tastes sweet and has an indescribable aroma.
While eating, there was a medical student who looked at Old Man Wu a little confused.
Several other people, no matter how famous they are, are not yet qualified to put their photos in surgical textbooks.
Because this generation almost laid an unshakable foundation for general education textbooks. For example, many years have passed since the book "Surgery Huang Jiasi", and all general surgery doctors have a lot of it.
Now if you ask Zhang Fan to get a set of books like this, it would be quite difficult for Zhang Fan to even reach the same level, let alone surpass it.
The medical student who was eating hesitated for a long time. He couldn't bear it any longer and quietly walked over. "Excuse me, are you Academician Wu?"
"Haha, I am, you are?"
"I am a new medical graduate student taking the exam this year. The teacher said that he would have an important surgery to observe tomorrow, so he brought me here. I didn't expect to meet you."
The young man was a little excited and spoke with a slight tremor.
Zhang Fan moved his stool so that the students could stand closer. After all, they were all medical students and not reporters.
Zhang Fan's status in the world, as well as his status as a government official, is the highest among his fellow disciples. Unfortunately, here, he still holds the lowest position.
"Can I take a photo with you? Can you sign the surgery book for me? I've brought both the pen and the book. I've brought both.
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As he spoke, he took out a surgery book that he had read countless times.
Originally the old man might not agree, but after reading the surgery textbook, it was all rough. This student is very hardworking.
He nodded with a smile, and then said, "Let's all take a photo together. Each of you is busier than the other now, and you have never been this busy all year round."
The waiter in the restaurant was called to take pictures. The little girl looked dissatisfied. I was here to be a waiter, not to take pictures.
Zhang Fan gave the sullen little girl a hundred yuan and said "Trouble" with a smile. The little girl was indeed happy.
The medical student first took a group photo with several people, and then helped Old Man Wu and the others take a group photo.
Originally, this young man endured it, thinking that he should print out this photo as a precious memory.
But looking at the photos on my phone, the more I looked at them, the more I couldn't help it.
Then he shook his hand and posted a message on Moments.
"I am lucky enough to meet Academician Wu today. He is so kind. I wish him good health! I will send it out as soon as I finish writing it.
Then, suddenly my WeChat circle became lively.
"Here, you're so awesome. You even took pictures with the father of liver and gallbladder. Honestly, do you have any secrets?"
This is an undergrad student.
"Oh my God, you are so lucky. Come on, you will become him." This was the goddess he liked back then. She never took the initiative to contact him. Today, she is no longer a close friend. Just when a group of students who were unfamiliar with general surgery were making casual comments, suddenly his senior brother, who is now a Ph.D. student, suddenly said: "Nima, Academician Wu, Academician Tang, Academician Zhou, Academician Li, let me go, unexpectedly And Dean Zhang!
You have met the most elite people in general surgery in China. Damn it. Damn it. You are so lucky!
You don’t even know Zhang Yuan? The director of Chasu Hospital is the one with the darkest face! "He was dumbfounded when he saw his senior brother's comments, as if he felt that he had missed something today. He had been ruthless for a long time before giving up the postgraduate entrance examination at Zhang Yuan because he heard that the competition was extremely fierce. Just when he felt like he had picked up five million but lost ten million, the phone suddenly rang, "Where are you?" It was very urgent, and his boss was breathing heavily.
"I am here……"
When his boss came over, no one was there.
In the afternoon, the old man asked Zhang Fan to host the surgery discussion.
Originally this was a discussion in Fang Dong's department, but for some reason, all the general surgery doctors from East China who felt they had some reputation came here.
Fang Dong directly turned the department discussion into a hospital conference room, and there were many people with extra stools. As for the students who followed, having a place to stand was already quite a status.
"Today it can be said that all the great generals have arrived!"
Someone has said that in places with many people, there are often those who love to show off.
The big guys didn't show off much, but the students who followed them were more interested. One by one, the posts on Moments were in full swing.
But there are also those who are looking for trouble, "Who said that even though the great gods have arrived, XXX from the capital has not yet arrived." "You know what the hell, the Pu Wai Qiu sect has almost arrived, but there are no other great gods!"
"Dear colleagues, to make a long story short, I won't be polite anymore. I won't introduce you to those you know. If you don't know me, let's get to know each other slowly.
Now let’s get straight to the topic. The patient suffered from nausea and vomiting one year ago, and abdominal pain accompanied by swelling and jaundice half a year ago.
After being treated at a local hospital, he was rushed to Oriental Hospital.
At present, after CT and other examinations, a huge liver tumor has been confirmed. Considering the child's age and extreme tolerance, surgical treatment is currently being considered.
Now……"
Zhang Fan was not polite and started today's discussion directly on the podium. After the introduction, the anesthesiologist first started to talk about the problem of his own department, "Yuan Zhang, the patient is young, how many hours will the operation last?"
"Six hours!"
Zhang Fan didn't need to think, he just blurted out.
Old man Wu nodded slightly.
Nodding, he completed the operation within this time. The old man was a little worried, "This kid is so talented. At his age, I couldn't do this kind of surgery! But today's surgery is even more difficult than the one back then!"
"Well, can you shorten it a little bit? The patient is currently suffering from frequent tachycardia due to liver compression. I'm afraid..."
For the anesthesiology department, he hopes that the surgeons can come out as soon as they enter, and do not worry about durability. The shorter the time, the better it is for anesthesia safety.
"Just prepare according to six hours, I will try my best to be as fast as possible."
After saying that, the doctor from Modou General Surgery asked a question, "Yuan Zhang, does it mean that too much liver has to be removed for such a large liver tumor, and the later prognosis of the child is a serious problem?"
One problem at a time.
Preoperative discussion is a very important thing in the medical field.
Just like finding fault with each other, this format can improve the doctor's surgical plan. But slowly, this thing changed its flavor.
Especially in some discordant departments, preoperative discussions are the forum for debate over the right to speak.
Obviously this surgery is suitable for this kind of surgery, but the director and the surgeon don't deal with it.
Then the director proposed another surgical method, whether it can be done, it can be done, but it is not the best.
Then, several groups began to argue.
The director is secretly looking to see who is on the same side as me, or...
Therefore, nothing in the world is perfect.
If the department director is not allowed to dominate alone, there will be such big disputes about right and wrong. Let the department director dominate, and the department director will often have to carry the medical representative on the table. In fact, Zhang Fan said, it is better to let the medical representative carry the medical representative on the table.
After all, with this thing, the patient will not be accused of being a deer.
The surgical discussion is completed and the preoperative minutes are prepared.
After everything was signed and signed before the operation, Old Man Wu took the operation consent form, glanced at Zhang Fan, and then said: "The surgeon will write my name!"
This sentence made Zhang Fan almost cry!
"You are so old, you are...!"
"What's wrong with being old? Don't you have a bit of fame? This is nothing. Okay, sign for me. You have a good rest. I will have surgery tomorrow!"
