Chapter 1649: Troops march to the capital

On the plane back, Ouyang listened to a group of doctors from the burn department muttering about what was wrong with bulk province and other hospitals. Ouyang rolled his eyes irritably. The old lady often despises Zhang Fan's petty attitude, and even thinks that this problem was taught by Lao Gao and is not grand at all.

It seems that there are no good things, but now it's better. This problem is everywhere in the hospital. Listening to Pang Guli's words: Zhang Hospital just doesn't pay attention to us. Take a look at their molecular ultraviolet light therapy device. There are only a few patients. But the equipment is all complete, and the director told me that he could give us one.

 “Wow, so generous, great!”

“However, they want to continue to develop antifreeze oil with us, and Zhang Yuan nodded. Actually, I think they will provide equipment, so it should be possible..."

Ouyang is afraid of this. She feels that each department now has its own little ideas. This is not good. She should follow the arrangements of the hospital leaders in unison.

I wanted to say a few words, but I held back, "Forget it, let him go on his own and not listen to my mother's words. Sometimes he will cry. I don't know if this kid will have any side effects after the injection. Wang Hong is also a fool. Silly. Hey, no one is worry-free."

Zhang Fan, who was not worried, had already entered the operating room at this time. Lao Chen followed Zhang Fan, and Wang Hong actually encouraged Shao Hua to go shopping.

Zhang Fan took Zhao Jingjin into the operating room. Zhao Jingjin's tour began. The surgeries were getting better and better, and the assistants were getting better and better. Some hospitals in the city could even secretly poach him, but today he entered the affiliated general hospital in Jiangcheng. Finally, he was a little nervous.

Look, there is a row of people with dark faces standing there. My textbooks back then were all compiled by others. Now they are standing in a row to greet me. Although their faces are not good, these people were like gods to the surgeon back then. The presence.

Zhao Jingjin glanced at Zhang Fan and found that there was no trace of nervousness on Zhang Fan's face.

 Lao Zhao had to sigh in his heart: "The dean is still the dean, I can't learn this kind of momentum!"

 Actually, Zhang Fan knew that these old men were his uncles, a group of old men who were not as good as his uncles and had a bad temper. He didn't know that the first six editions of surgical textbooks were almost compiled by this group of people, because he happened to be studying the sixth edition, and these old men had been eliminated.

 The battle over the compilation of textbooks back then was also fiercely contested. In the first year when the old man was away, many medical schools stopped using textbooks published by human teachers. Then in the second year, the editing rights were taken away by people from the capital and Shanghai.

 “Start anesthesia!” Zhang Fan began to give the order in the operating room. There were no pleasantries or deliberate greetings. As soon as Zhang Fan entered the operating room, he was like a king, even like an overbearing and unreasonable monarch.

 “Anesthesia is over!”

 “Surgical instruments are ready!”

 “The operation begins!”

In the operating room where the old man improved the surgery, the ancestral disciples once again began to improve the surgery. There were no extra surgical observers, not even the director of general surgery came in.

Although they are a group of old men, from the moment Zhang Fan ordered the operation, these old men opened their eyes wide and watched Zhang Fan's operation more seriously.

 Cut the skin, enter the abdomen, and go under the scalpel. The old men frowned for a while, and were surprised for a while!

 “How come this guy’s methods are so specious?” the director of Jiangcheng Affiliated Hospital asked another senior brother next to him in a low voice.

 “Well, similar but different!”

 Although similar, Zhang Fan's technique is more precise and causes less damage.

 Enter the abdominal cavity step by step, then separate the gallbladder blood vessels and gallbladder nerves bit by bit, clean up the lymph bit by bit, and incise the tissue bit by bit.

 Slowly, the old men stopped talking because they could see that Zhang Fan's methods were even more powerful.

 Four hours, without missing lunch, Zhang Fan's operation was over.

In the observation room of the operating room, "How is it?" Old Man Lu looked at the brothers in Jiangcheng and asked seriously.

 No one spoke. A group of fellow apprentices gathered together, but no one spoke.

Old man Wu said quietly: "Are you waiting for the ancestral line to disappear before you speak?"

 In fact, the koans back then were both complex and simple. One group of people felt that everything should not be done as the old man said, while another group of people felt that the old man's improved surgery could no longer be changed.

 This is a contradiction!

 “Let’s arrange a doctoral defense for Zhang Fan!” Old Man Wu said softly!

 “He must be from Hanjiang Medical University!” Old Man Lu followed again.

 …

“When did the doctoral defense meeting become more grand than the opening ceremony? Even retired old monsters came to participate. What on earth is this going to do?”

On the campus of Jiangcheng Medical University, a group of students looked at the notice on the notice board inexplicably.

"Grand? Can we really use grand as a metaphor? This is a bomb. Look at the members of the defense team. They are all academicians. Look, look, look, six academicians. What are they going to do!"

Ordinary students don’t quite understand!

However, doctors in the outside world all know that the third generation of the ancestral line has come out.

 The first generation is an old man, but most people in the second generation say it is Old Man Wu, but those from the ancestral line do not agree. Now, Old Man Wu and Old Man Lu are here with Zhang Fan.

The second generation selected by the old man, and the second generation recognized by the outside world, came together to tassel Zhang Fan.

 “It’s amazing, the ancestral war is over, and the third generation has come out.”

There was no notice, but all the ancestral disciples who could come came and gathered in Jiangcheng and the Affiliated Medical College.

“Brother, you think this guy has a big reputation. Now he’s registered as an orthopedic surgeon!”

“Haha, my uncle didn’t say anything, but he was actually very angry in his heart, but there’s nothing I can do about it. He seems to like orthopedics very much.” The dean of foreign affairs and Old Man Wu’s eldest disciple were chatting.

Zhang Fan's doctoral defense began. There were six academicians and a group of scholars behind them. A few old academicians looked solemn. On the other hand, the group of scholars sitting behind the academicians were very relaxed. Some even looked towards them from a distance. Zhang Fan made a face.

　　If they had only admired Zhang Fan and his level in the past, when Zhang Fan made improvements in the gallbladder cancer eradication surgery, this group of people started to admire him.

No one would say that Mr. Wu and Mr. Lu are partial now, because these are real achievements, even achievements that crush a generation.

 The defense process was very slow, with one question after another.

On-site defense, on-site pinning, when Zhang Fan took the doctoral diploma, Zhang Fan really had a thought in his heart: Damn, let’s see who will talk about my honorary doctorate in the future, and let’s see who will talk about my graduate students in the future. Academic qualifications went through the back door.

"Come and walk around the Han River more often. This is your root. Although your surgical skills are very good, they are still very rough. Your master's surgical skills were originally the worst among our brothers. Now your approach is a bit wild. , don’t be unconvinced.

While the rest of us are still alive, while we can still pick up the knife, let’s take a closer look and slightly change your Yeluzi style, which will better improve your future surgical skills. "

Zhang Fan looked at the old man who had been silent with his master. Just when an idea came to his mind, he heard Old Man Lu say: "You still don't bow? Your uncle has been with the old man for decades. Although he is more stubborn, his skills are better." There are still some.”

 When Zhang Fan heard this, he quickly bowed. Although there is a system, some small details and some surgical tips cannot be passed on to later generations. There are many factors, such as sect disputes and moral disputes.

“The sixth academician appointed a doctor, Zhang Fan is awesome!”

 Who is not envious of academicians and below?

With just such a sentence, the senior brothers who had not contacted each other for many years and did not even talk to each other seemed to be relieved at once.

“Uncle, you have retired too…”

“I plan to go to Chasu and let your master teach the students, a group of people who can do experiments. Then everyone will say that their ancestors are all wild!”

When Zhang Fan heard this, his eyes widened with a smile. It would be nice to have someone and a backstage!

I planned to stay in Jiangcheng for a day or two, but ended up not being able to leave.

In the past few days, a group of old men have been performing surgeries as if to show off. From the appendix to the gallbladder, from the gallbladder to the liver and gallbladder, they have performed almost general surgeries.

 Even Old Man Wu performed the surgery himself.

 Zhang Fan followed the stage, one operation at a time.

The brothers and sisters who came to watch the ceremony looked at him and wondered if he could leave. They didn't leave either, and followed him up to the stage.

 For a time, more and more doctors gathered.

This kind of surgery is not something that Zhang Fan and his brothers are not good at, but the accumulation of certain techniques and years of experience really cannot be described as "knowledge" and "proficiency".

Within a week, Zhang Fan felt that the areas where he had stumbled before seemed to be smoothed out.

 “Go to the capital!”

The roving surgery team has grown. Originally, only Old Man Lu and Old Man Wu stood up for Zhang Fan. However, in Jiangcheng, Zhang Fan convinced a group of die-hards here, but he also integrated into the originally emotionless sect.

 Eight academicians accompanied Zhang Fan to fly to the capital.

The medical community in the capital was shocked. "What the hell, is this a surgical tour? This is a call. Eight academicians, how shameless!"

“What are they going to do? Do they still want to take back the editing rights?”

“Is it possible that Zhang Fan should be promoted to be an academician? Dr. Nima is not yet warm, but he wants to be an academician? How shameless.”

 For a time, ordinary people from all over the country looked towards the capital.

 The plane landed, and Zhang Fan’s liaison officer and deputy director of the general office came to pick him up personally. Looking at Zhang Fan's posture, he kept sighing in his heart, "Fortunately, I have been in contact with him. This guy is too scary. I'm going to do a roving surgery, which will attract the attention of my superiors."

Although the team is not majestic and even a little staggering, the outside world, not to mention China, and even the whole world dare not underestimate this team.

Zhang Fan looked at the old men and felt very proud, "Nima, I'm a man of some people now!"

 (End of this chapter)