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 senior brothers sat around the old man.

   "Come in time for lunch, just came out of the ward."

   "I've seen the patient, and I've seen all the test results. How is it? Are you sure?"

  The old man's spirit is still good, this is God's reward.

  In his whole life, the work intensity of the old man is still very high.

  After a lifetime of surgery, his fingers were deformed like chicken feet, but the old man was still standing on the operating table in his 90s, and he didn't even have varicose veins.

  You said how to let the younger generation surpass him, look at the same era, old man Lu will not talk about it, and almost let himself die.

   Let’s look at Zhao Yanfang’s master, Mr. Xia, who 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'm sure I'm sure with my uncle and fellow seniors standing up for me."

  Before Zhang Fan had surgery, he was still modest and would say what others wanted to hear.

  The old man chuckled, "Although the equipment is advanced, this operation is much simpler than the one I did back then.

  You have to be mentally prepared! The discussion meeting before the operation should be held seriously. "

  The old man talked a lot tirelessly. Normally, a doctor of Zhang Fan's level should not explain such trivial matters.

   But Zhang Fan and a group of seniors sat quietly in the office, just like elementary school, listening carefully to what the old man said.

   "Okay, don't worry too much, I was taught by you and my master anyway, so I still have some strength."

   "Hehe, don't put golden light on my face. It's noon. I will have a meal with you today. I have surgery in the afternoon. Let's discuss tomorrow's surgery in the evening."

   The group of people didn't go far, they found a small restaurant near Fangdong, it wasn't luxurious, but it was clean.

  The old man’s diet is average and he doesn’t eat much. Several senior brothers are still in their prime, but none of them can eat better than Zhang Fan.

   I don't know if it's because of the system, or because he's young. Zhang Fan's appetite seems to have remained the same, and he still eats so much.

  Master brother specially selected Fuzhou cuisine, this is the first time for Zhang Fan to eat this cuisine, but there are fish and shrimp, Zhang Fan also likes it.

  Because there was no private room, a few people sat in the corner in a low-key manner, chatting about work and eating Fuzhou cuisine.

  Zhang Fan also understands that the southern cuisine is better than one ingredient is fresh, and the rest feels the same, whether it is steamed or boiled, but because the ingredients by the sea are fresh, it tastes sweet and has an indescribable aroma.

   While eating, a medical student looked at old man Wu with some doubts.

  The other people, no matter how famous they are, are not yet qualified to put their photos on surgical textbooks.

  Because this generation almost laid an unshakable foundation for the teaching materials of general foreign affairs.

  For example, how many years have passed since the book of surgery Huang Jiasi, and there are many doctors in general surgery.

   Now you ask Zhang Fan to get a set of this kind of book, not to mention surpassing it, even if it can reach a higher level, Zhang Fan finds it quite difficult.

  The medical student who was having dinner hesitated for a long time, but couldn't bear it anymore, and walked over quietly, "Excuse me, are you Academician Wu?"

   "Hehe, I am, are you?"

   "I am a new medical graduate student this year. The teacher said that there is an important operation to observe tomorrow, so he brought me here. I didn't expect to meet you."

  The guy was a little excited, and spoke with a slight trill.

  Zhang Fan moved the stool so that the students could stand closer. After all, they are all medical students, not reporters.

  Zhang Fan's status in the Jianghu, as well as his position in the government, is considered the highest among several seniors, but unfortunately, he is still the last one here.

   "Can I take a photo with you, and can you sign my surgical book? I have the pen and the book, I have them all."

   As he spoke, he took out a surgical book that he had read countless times.

  Originally, the old man might not agree, but after reading the surgery book, the edges are frayed. This student is very hardworking.

  He nodded with a smile, and then said, "Let's take a picture together, you are busier than each other now, and you have never been so full throughout the year."

  The waiter in the restaurant was called to take pictures, and the little girl looked dissatisfied. I came to be a waiter, not to take pictures.

  Zhang Fan gave a hundred yuan to the little girl with a hanging face, and said troublesomely with a smile, and the little girl was really happy.

  The medical student first took a group photo with several people, and then helped Old Man Wu and the others take a group photo.

  At first, this guy endured it, thinking that he wanted to print out this photo as a precious memory.

   But looking at the photos on the phone, the more I look at them, the more I can't help it.

   Then he shook his hand and posted a circle of friends.

   "It's my honor to meet Academician Wu today, the old man is so kind, I wish the old man good health!" After finishing writing, I sent it out.

   Then, suddenly, my WeChat circle became lively.

   "I'll go, Nima, you're so awesome, you took pictures with the father of liver and gall, to be honest, do you have any secrets?"

   This is an undergraduate student.

   "My God, you are so lucky, come on, you will become his too." This is the goddess he liked back then, and he never took the initiative to contact him, and today is not a friend who likes her.

When a group of students who were not familiar with general foreign affairs commented casually, suddenly his senior brother, who is now a PhD senior, suddenly said: "Nima, Academician Wu, Academician Tang, Academician Zhou, Academician Li, I'm going, and I don't know what to say." And Dean Zhang!

  You have met the most top-notch people outside of Huaguopu. Damn, damn, you are so lucky!

  You don’t even know Zhang Yuan? The dean of Cha Su Hospital, the one with the darkest face! "

  He was dumbfounded looking at his brother's comments, as if he felt that he missed something today. At the beginning, he was cruel for a long time before he gave up the postgraduate entrance examination of Zhang Yuan, because he heard that the competition was extremely fierce.

   Just when he felt as if he had picked up five million, but lost ten million, the phone rang suddenly, "Where are you?" Very urgent, his boss was panting 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 operation seminar.

   Originally, this was a discussion in Fang Dong's department. For some reason, all the general surgeons in East China who felt that they had a bit of a reputation came here.

  Fang Dong directly turned the department discussion into a hospital conference room, and many people added stools. As for the students who came with them, they already have a place to stand.

   "It can be said that all the masters of foreign affairs have arrived today!"

  Some people have said that where there are many people, there are often people who love to show off.

  The bosses didn't show off much, but the students who came to make soy sauce took care of it.

   One by one, the circle of friends is full of enthusiasm.

   But there are also people looking for trouble, "Whoever said that all the masters have arrived, XXX in the capital has not arrived."

   "You know what?

  …

   "Everyone, let's make a long story short. I won't be polite anymore. I won't introduce those I know. If I don't, let's get to know each other slowly.

   Now go directly to the topic, the patient had nausea and vomiting a year ago, and abdominal pain with swelling jaundice half a year ago.

   After seeing a doctor in a local hospital, he was rushed to Dongfang Hospital.

  Currently, after CT and other examinations, the huge liver tumor is clear. 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 anesthesiology department first began to talk about the problems of his department, "Zhang Yuan, the child is young, how many hours will the operation take?"

   "Six hours!"

  Zhang Fan blurted out without thinking.

  Old man Wu nodded slightly. He also finished the operation within this time. The old man was a little worried, "This kid is very talented. At his age, I still can't do this kind of operation! But today's operation is even more difficult than the one back then!"

   "Well, can it be shortened a bit more, the current child suffers from frequent tachycardia due to liver compression, I'm afraid..."

  For the anesthesiology department, he hopes that the surgeon will come out as soon as he enters, and don't worry about durability. The shorter the time, the better for anesthesia safety.

   "Just prepare in six hours, I will try to be as fast as possible."

   After finishing speaking, the doctor from the Department of General Surgery of Modu asked a question, "Yuan Zhang, with such a large liver tumor, is it possible that too many livers have been removed, and the prognosis of the child is a very serious problem?"

   One question after another.

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

   It's like finding fault with each other. This form can improve the doctor's operation plan.

   But slowly, this thing changed its taste.

  Especially in some disharmonious departments, the preoperative discussion is the battleground for the right to speak.

  Obviously this operation is suitable for this type of operation, but the director and the chief surgeon are not against it.

  Then the director proposed another surgical method, whether it can be done, it can be done, but it is not the best.

   Then, those divided into several factions began to argue.

  Director secretly see who is with me, or...

  Therefore, things in the world are not perfect.

   Don't let the director of the department dominate alone, and there will be such big disputes about right and wrong.

  Let the director of the department dominate, and the director of the department often wants to hold the medical representative on the table. In fact, Zhang Fan said, it would be better to let the medical representative be carried on the table.

   After all, with this thing, the patient will not be accused of being a horse.

  The operation discussion is completed, and the preoperative minutes are prepared.

   After signing everything before the operation, the old man Wu took the operation consent form, glanced at Zhang Fan, and said: "The chief surgeon writes my name!"

   This sentence almost brought Zhang Fan to tears!

   "You are so old, you are...!"

   "What's wrong with being old, isn't it a bit famous, it's nothing, that's all, sign it for me, you have a good rest, and you have surgery tomorrow!"

  (end of this chapter)