Chapter 2009 Chief Surgeon, write my name

 “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 and just came out of the ward.”

“I have 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 gift of food.

 In this life, the old man’s work intensity is still very high.

 After a lifetime of surgeries, his fingers have become deformed like chicken claws, but the old man is over ninety and can still stand on the operating table without even having varicose veins.

You asked the younger generation to surpass him, look at those of the same generation, Old Man Lu stopped talking, he almost made himself look bad.

 Looking at Zhao Yanfang’s master, Mr. Xia, he stopped having surgery ten years ago.

 This is the gap!

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, I have my uncle and fellow seniors to stand up for me, so I’m sure.”

 Before Zhang Fan had surgery, he was still modest and could say things that others liked to hear.

The old man chuckled and said, "Although the equipment is advanced, this surgery is much simpler than the one I had back then.

 You must be mentally prepared! Discussions before surgery should be held carefully. "

The old man took the trouble to talk a lot. Ordinarily, a doctor of Zhang Fan's level shouldn't have to explain such small things.

 But Zhang Fan and a group of fellow seniors 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. I was taught by you and my master step by step, so I still have some strength."

"Hehe, don't put a 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."

The group of people did not go far, so they found a restaurant near Fangdong that was not big or small. It was not luxurious, but it was clean.

 The old man’s diet is average and he 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 seems to have remained the same, and he still eats the same amount.

 The Fuzhou cuisine that Grandmaster specially selected was Zhang Fan’s first time to eat this cuisine, but it included fish and shrimp, so Zhang Fan liked it quite a lot.

Since there were no private rooms, a few people sat quietly in the corner, chatting about work and eating Fuzhou food.

Zhang Fan finally understood that southern cuisine is better in that one ingredient 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, how many years have passed since the book "Surgery Huang Jiasi" has been published, and all general surgery doctors have a stack of it.

Now if you ask Zhang Fan to get a set of such books, Zhang Fan would find it quite difficult, let alone surpass them, even if they are of the same level.

The medical student who was eating hesitated for a long time and couldn’t bear it any longer. He walked over quietly and asked, “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 and government is the highest among his fellow disciples, but unfortunately, he still holds the lowest position here.

“Can I take a photo with you? Can you sign the surgical book for me? I’ve brought both the pen and the book. I’ve brought them both.”

 Speaking, 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 take a photo together. You are 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 am here to be a waiter, not to take pictures.

Zhang Fan gave a hundred yuan to the sullen little girl and said "Trouble" with a smile. The little girl was indeed happy.

The medical student first took a group photo with a few 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.

 As I looked at the photos on my phone, the more I looked at them, the more I couldn’t help myself.

Then with a shake of his hand, he posted a message on WeChat Moments.

“I am fortunate to meet Academician Wu today. He is so kind. I wish him good health!” After writing, I sent it out.

Then, suddenly my WeChat circle became lively.

“I’ll go, you’re so awesome, you took a photo with the father of liver and gallbladder. To be honest, do you have any secrets?”

This is a scumbag undergraduate student.

“Oh my God, you are so lucky. Come on, you will become him too.” This was the goddess he liked back then and never took the initiative to contact him. Today she is no longer a close friend.

Just when a group of students who were not familiar with general surgery were making random comments, suddenly his senior brother, who is now a PhD student, suddenly said: "Nima, Academician Wu, Academician Tang, Academician Zhou, Academician Li, I went, and it turned out that And Dean Zhang!

 You have met the most elite people in Huaguo. What a blessing! What a blessing!

 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, there was no one there.

 In the afternoon, the old man asked Zhang Fan to host the surgery discussion.

Originally, this was a discussion in Fangdong's department, but for some reason, all the general surgeons 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 gods have arrived!”

 Someone has said that in a place with a large number of people, there are often those who love to show off.

The big guys didn’t show off much, but the students who came to make soy sauce were more interested.

 The posts in each circle of friends are in full swing.

But there are also those who are looking for trouble, "Who said that the great gods have arrived, but XXX from the capital has not arrived."

 “You know what the heck, the Pu Wai Qiu faction has almost arrived, and there are no other great ones!”

 …

“Dear colleagues, to make a long story short, I won’t be polite. 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 anesthesia department first started to talk about the problem of his department, "Yuan Zhang, the patient is young, how many hours will the operation last?"

 “Six hours!”

 Zhang Fan blurted it out without thinking.

 Old man Wu nodded slightly. He had completed the operation at this time that year. The old man was a little worried, "This kid is very 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 it be shortened 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 in six hours, I’ll try my best to do it as quickly as possible.”

After finishing speaking, the doctor from Modou General Surgery asked a question, "Zhang Yuan, for such a large liver tumor, is it necessary to remove too much liver, and the later prognosis of the child will be a serious problem?"

 Go through one problem at a time.

 Preoperative discussion is a very important matter in the medical field.

Just like finding fault with each other, this form can improve the doctor's surgical plan.

 But slowly, this thing changed its flavor.

 Especially in some discordant departments, preoperative discussions are the arena for debate over the right to speak.

 Obviously this surgery is suitable for this kind of surgery, but the director and the surgeon are not willing to deal with it.

The director then proposed another surgical method. Can it be done? It can be done, but it is not the best.

 Then, several groups started to argue.

 The director is secretly looking to see who is on the same side as me, or...

 So, 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 often has to carry the medical representative on the table. In fact, let Zhang Fan say, it is better to let the medical representative carry the medical representative on the table.

  After all, the patient will not be accused of being a weakling.

 The surgical discussion is completed and the preoperative minutes are prepared.

After signing everything before the operation, Mr. 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 already so old, you are...!”

“What’s wrong with being old? Don’t you have a bit of fame? This is nothing. Okay, sign it for me. You have a good rest. I will have surgery tomorrow!”

 (End of this chapter)