Chapter 1818 Something big happened!

 “He’s about to enter!” The golden-haired Mayo’s supernatural 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.

Maybe even 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 eyes of the surrounding European and American teams shine like knives, which means they don’t know how to beep beep beep.

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.

By the time the Tutanzi group entered the observation room, 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.

  Even I have not seen any journals published under the name 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 Tutanzi.

“Um, Teacher Tony, Dr. Zhang Fan is the director of Chasu Hospital. He is actually not a neurosurgery doctor.”

"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 registered as an orthopedic surgeon 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 could not continue talking after a few words, because Zhang Fan's probe had already entered and was deeply inserted into the old man's skull.

 A group of people were waiting quietly, looking at Zhang Fan's probe and at the old man who was getting happier as he got older.

I don’t know if the old man sang a camel song, but Zhang Fan felt a little irritated when he heard it. It was making a babble, 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.

Stepping in bit by bit, Zhang Fan almost had the old man’s imaging examination burned into his mind before the operation.

 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 energy-consuming. Within ten minutes, Zhang Fan felt as if he had passed it. It's been the same for a long, long time.

 He was sweating all over his head.

 Finally, Zhang Fan's hand stopped moving, motionless, "We've arrived."

Lao Luo looked at the engraved line of the probe and it seemed that it was a little overshot. However, the old man sang very cheerfully, so Lao Luo felt relieved.

This place is no joke. If it really penetrates deeply, it is not a matter of bleeding or not.

 Slowly, the slender negative pressure suction device was wrapped around the probe and dived down.

“Turn on the pressure to the minimum and start with steps 1, 2, and 3.”

At this time, the suction device seems not to be turned on. There is only a slight vibration and no sound at all.

One minute

 Five minutes, 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 wonderful!" 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's lead, but there were also some who did not leave, such as several doctors from Mishima and several doctors from Maruko-kun.

 An operation, from beginning to end, to be honest, the thrilling part is the few insertions. If the insertion is not good, there is 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.

The old man was forced to sing for four hours. Finally, the operation was completed, and 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 **** 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 Cha Su. I think the operation has been completed now. Your country's medical level is also good. Look, Can we go back early?"

 Actually, what Zhang Fan meant was to check out quickly and take advantage of the heat, maybe you can get more points.

The master was so angry that he said, "Who the **** 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, but now, **** it!

 The prince had an expression of understanding.

 In the reception room of the hospital, "Swordsmen are special. The total cost of surgery is three million. Do we need our royal family to greet the returnees and use tax-free channels?"

 “Euro?”

 “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 wealthy.

 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. This amount of money is too much for him personally, but it is not much for a team.

"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 and wanted to hug Zhang Fan. Zhang Fan pressed his face against the old man's egg-shaped face in disgust.

“You should have a good rest, don’t think too much, and wait ten days for the tea element review. After all, postoperative recovery is a long and boring project.”

 Zhang Fanxun 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 the swordsman, but the people of A country should also enjoy the superb medical level of Qiansu."

“You’re not asking me to go to the clinic here!” Zhang Fan’s face almost fell.

Really, he would rather go to Chasu to see patients who pay ten yuan for outpatient service than go to the outpatient clinic here. After all, he is a doctor from China, not from Aguo...

 “I have a little bit of time…”

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 much bigger.

Zhang Fan hugged the old man's forehead and kissed him, "If it were another country, I would definitely not be willing to do it, because it would involve a lot of energy on my part, but I am willing to do it because we are friends.

I think we should let the Chinese construction engineering team come to build the new hospital faster..."

 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.

As for Zhang Fan, he looked like he was drunk. He asked for a long time but got no response.

 At this time, the diplomatic officials of Algeria came over.

 (End of this chapter)