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 closes 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 pretty 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 so that there are no problems, at this time the slow is the 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 go back to the dormitory at night to sell meat and practice sutures. 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 was still the chief surgeon. After establishing the authority of the operation, Zhang Fan was really like the emperor flipping the card, and he still chose the operation. up.

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 veteran attending doctors who come from all over the country to study, there are doctors, and there are rotating doctors, one by one rushing to perform surgery like a competition, where is there 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. The netting is the blood vessel in the stomach. "The blood is well controlled. If the operation is not completed, the patient bleeds 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, get down!"

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

Then he started to be the chief surgeon, but during the operation, Zhang Fan secretly glanced sideways, and Huo Xinwen stood behind Zhang Fan while wiping her tears, that was right.

If he really turned his head and left the operating room if he cursed a few words, Zhang Fan probably wouldn't bother to train her in the future.

"It is necessary to investigate here. Although the number of such abnormal nerves is extremely small, once one is missed, this is the black messenger of the patient."

Zhang Fan seemed to be talking to himself, but actually it was for Huo Xinwen. It is estimated that after this operation, she will definitely do better next time.

After the operation, Old Man Lu came over at some point, "Why, did you get scolded? Hehe, your teacher was also furious when I scolded him, but he has a thick skin and doesn't know how to cry.

Swearing at a long memory, no amount of caution on the operating table can be overstated. Let's go, don't stand here waiting for him, let's go to class. "

Huo Xinwen didn't dare to leave, "It's okay, I let you go, what are you afraid of?"

"Zhang Yuan, congratulations!"

Zhao Jingjin looked at the students going away, and talked to Zhang Fan enviously.

"Hey, the Long March has just begun. I don't know if I can become a talent in the future. When are you going to the capital?"

"I feel bad for taking advantage of you!"

"Looking at what you said, it seems like you didn't do anything. The main credit for this is still yours. After the academician is in hand, you have to bring a few more doctors and open a few more projects."

"Mmm!" Zhao Jingjin felt warm in his heart.

He really appreciated it, but Zhang Fan didn't say yes to this matter at all, which moved him even more. Zhang Fan is not like some people, he is a little bit helpful to others, and he wishes the whole world knew about it.

After chatting with Lao Zhao for a while, Wang Hong poked her head out of the window outside the operating room.

Zhang Fan beckoned, Wang Hong opened the electric door and came in. "Yuan Zhang, the Ministry called you and told you to call after the operation after knowing that you had the operation."

"What are you going to do again?"

Wang Hong shook her head.

Zhang Fan took the phone and called it, and the phone connected after two rings.

"Zhang Yuan, the scale of the hospital is so big now, should it be promoted to the Ministry Hospital?"

"Okay, tomorrow you can send a letter to the leader of Bird City to let us upgrade." Zhang Fan said with a smile.

He knew very well in his heart that it was absolutely impossible for Niaoshi to hand over the Chasu Hospital to the Ministry, and the Ministry also knew that if the Chasu Hospital was really to be managed by the Ministry, it would definitely require numerous lawsuits in Nanhai.

Moreover, the Ministry actually knew that even if the Ministry was in charge, could they order Zhang Fan to scold him? Simply, that's not bad, let each other off, and don't be disgusted by anyone.

"You kid, you know how to trick me. The hospital doesn't need to be upgraded, just hand over the tuberculosis drugs to the Ministry!"

"Hey, you have to ask Nan Hai about this matter. I've handed it over to Nan Hai." Zhang Fan pushed 256. He didn't accept this kind of routine temptation at all.

"Hehe, you kid doesn't support my work!"

Zhang Fan understood, the meat scene is coming.

"Just tell me if you have something to do, I will definitely do what I can do, and if I can't, no matter how big a hat you put on me, I can't do anything!"

Zhang Fan smiled and replied to the leaders of the ministry. Zhang Fan is now qualified to speak to the leaders of the ministry in this tone. If Zhang Fan was older, the leaders probably wouldn't dare to say that.

"That's it. Next week, Geneva will hold a 14-year global tuberculosis report, and we have invited medical organizations from China. I don't want you to accompany me there."

"Next week, next week I..."

"I just said that you don't support my work, you still make excuses. You don't support such a big thing. How can I be a minister? Let me tell you, when you cooperated with the special orthopedic hospital to enter the equipment , I fully support it, if I didn't block it from the side.

How many hospitals in the capital are so jealous that they are about to bleed will not come up to snatch your equipment. Let me tell you, not only the leaders of your bird market went to Nanhai, I also went to Nanhai to speak to you.

As for the matter of the special medical center, I also raised my hand to vote for it. How do you use people ahead of you, and when you run out of people..."

"Leader, look at what you said. I was asking when next week. I didn't finish my sentence, so you were anxious. How can I report to you when my subordinates are working? I want to criticize you!"

In fact, Zhang Fan really wanted to refuse. He knew very well in his heart that the World Health Organization leader who was going to Geneva definitely wanted to pretend to be coercive. He probably didn't know what to do, so he took Zhang Fan to help him pretend to be coercive.

Zhang Fan was not very happy about this kind of pretense.

Is that necessary? Don't look at the World Health Organization's big name that can crush people to death. In fact, this guy is just a piece of paper to wipe the ass of several big countries. Use it when it is useful. Like illegal organizations.