Three Hundred and Three Lines, I'll Go

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Among the four students, Huo Xinwen was the most talented. But Zhang Fan felt that no matter how talented he was, he couldn't be able to make a big meal so quickly! In the operating room, Zhang Fan stood in the first assistant's position.

Of course, although I was in the position of the first assistant, the work of disinfecting and laying the towels was done by the chief surgeons Huo Xinwen and Geng Jingjing. Although there is no clear status standard in the operating room, Zhang Fan can now personally do the chores for him. , I guess it's just a few old men.

Moreover, if Zhang Fan really wanted to do these chores, Huo Xinwen and the others probably didn't know where to put their hands and feet.

"What are you doing with your eyes closed?" Seeing that the towels were all disinfected, Huo Xinwen on the operating table was like a shaman mother-in-law. With her eyes closed, Zhang Fan's hair stood on end.

"Uh, every time the teacher has a major operation, he will close his eyes before the operation. He must want to concentrate more." Huo Xinwen opened her eyes and said with confidence.

"No, the teacher closes his eyes not to concentrate, but to empty his mind." Geng Jingjing also has her own opinion.

"Put a hammer!" Zhang Fan cursed in his heart, but there was nothing to explain, "I have my own methods, what suits me may not necessarily suit you."

"I feel good, I feel very focused now."

Zhang Fan curled his lips, feeling that he was misleading a student, how to explain this kind of thing, like a little girl watching her father pee standing up.

At the beginning of the operation, although Zhang Fan said that Huo Xinwen would do it by himself, the person in charge of the operation was Zhang Fan, and Zhang Fan never took his eyes off Huo Xinwen's hands.

Cut the skin, separate the muscle, and fish to stop the bleeding. It is very skillful. For a student who graduated three or four months ago, being able to do this is considered excellent.

During the internship at the medical school in Huaguo, there is almost no chance to be the chief surgeon. If you come back to work and work hard, the teacher will ask you to sew a small job such as leather. Other students often work as typists in the hospital.

Those who are serious about the eight classics usually start to learn after entering the hospital and transferring to another department. Zhang Fan looked at the girl's technique, and praised: "Well, that's it, take your time, don't rush, every step is solid and don't cause problems, at this time, slow is fast. Have you practiced more recently?"

Zhang Fan was talking about what old man Lu told him back then, but after saying this, Huo Xinwen didn't look up, and Geng Jingjing, who was holding the hook next to him, was about to cry. "In the past few months, we have undergone surgery during the day, enter the laboratory in the afternoon, and sell meat to practice suturing when we return to the dormitory at night. The house is too hot, and the dormitory where we practice smells like rotten meat.

Zhang Fan's era back then was different from Geng Jingjing and the others now.

Back when Zhang Fan was in Quark, he watched helplessly as people were about to die, and no one knew how to perform surgery. When Zhang Fan stood up and said he would do it, even if other people’s doubts were about to explode, Zhang Fan still had to be the one. As the chief surgeon, after establishing the authority of the operation, Zhang Fan was really like the emperor turning over his cards, and he still chose the operation.

Therefore, Zhang Fan didn't need to train on the operating table at all, and there were too many patients waiting for Zhang Fan to turn his cards around.

But it’s different now, there are too many people in the Cha Su Hospital, there are senior attending doctors who come from all over the country to study, there are doctors, and there are rotating doctors, all rushing to perform surgery like a competition, where are Huo Xinwen and the others? Operation.

Even if they are Zhang Fan's students.

As far as this operation is concerned, it is estimated that it will not be able to imitate it in the future. Zhang Fan's era back then can be said to be the best of times and the worst of times.

After entering the abdominal cavity, Zhang Fan was even more nervous than Huo Xinwen. To be honest, talent is really the most unfair thing among ordinary people. Huo Xinwen really has a talent for surgery, not to say how good she is at it.

It's that she has almost no redundant movements. Although she still looks a bit jerky now, her movements are proficient as if she has imitated them countless times.

Ligation, the most difficult part of gastric resection is ligation, suturing and reconstruction!

Although the human stomach is not the most powerful among animals, it is also a rough-skinned and thick-skinned existence.

Moreover, strong power requires a strong supply of nutrients. Compared with the liver, the stomach is like a meatball surrounded by blood vessels.

This thing is like a watermelon with a net in the supermarket. And the net is the blood vessel in the stomach, "the blood is well controlled,

The operation was not completed, and the patient bled to death. "

Zhang Fan didn't praise him, but when he encountered something he didn't do well, he severely criticized and accused him, and he didn't say that it was shameful to take care of girls. Medical education is different from other education. There is almost no trial and error in this thing. Once a mistake is made, it is often a life. "Pause, is the vagus nerve cut off now? Why don't you check the back wall of the stomach, so you can guarantee that there are no branches? After you do this, what should you do if the patient develops a gastric ulcer again half a year later?"

After entering the abdominal cavity, Huo Xinwen became a little flustered. It is better to do it once after seeing it ten thousand times. This is the mantra of the surgeon, just like a braggart bragging. What is wrong with him? Couldn't even find the door.

Huo Xinwen scolded Zhang Fan with tears all over her face,

"Go away, go down!"

With a livid face, Zhang Fan drove Huo Xinwen off the operating table.