"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 are you doing, 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, he almost let himself down.
Look at Zhao Yanfang's master, Old Man 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 senior uncle and fellow senior brothers standing on my platform."
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 small things.
But Zhang Fan and a group of seniors sat 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 anyway, so I still have some strength."
"Hehe, don't put gold on my face. It's noon. I'll 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 Fang Dong, 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 of his youth, Zhang Fan's appetite seems to have remained the same, and he still eats so much.
It was the first time for Zhang Fan to eat the Fuzhou cuisine specially selected by the elder brother, but Zhang Fan liked the fish and shrimp.
Because there was no box, 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 superior in that one ingredient is fresh, and the rest feels the same, either steamed or boiled, but because the ingredients by the sea are fresh, they taste sweet and have an indescribable aroma.
While eating, a medical student looked at Old Man Wu with some doubts.
The others, 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 Huang Jiasi's book on surgery, and there are a lot of 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'm a newly admitted medical graduate student this year. The teacher said that there was an important operation 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 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 the 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, it was all fuzzy. 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 thorough 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 "Trouble" 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.
Originally, 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 is 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 his WeChat circle became lively.
"I'll go, Nima, you're awesome. You've already taken pictures with the father of liver and gall. To be honest, do you have any secrets?"
This is undergraduate scum.
"Oh my God, you are so lucky. Come on, you will become his too." This is the goddess he liked back then, and she never took the initiative to contact him. 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 Huaguo, this damn, this 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 senior 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 one of Fang Dong's departments, and for some reason, all the general surgeons in Hua Dong who felt that they had something to offer 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 had a place to stand.
"Today can be said to be the arrival of all the foreign gods!"
Some people have said that where there are many people, there are often people who love to show off.
The big bosses didn't show off much, but the students who followed to make soy sauce paid attention.
One by one, the circle of friends is full of enthusiasm.
But there are also people looking for trouble, "Whoever said that all the gods have arrived, XXX in the capital has not arrived."
"You know what a fart, Puwai Qiupai is almost here, and there are no other masters!"
…
"Everyone in the industry, to make a long story short, I'm not polite anymore, I won't introduce those I know, and let's get to know those I don't know.
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.
After CT and other examinations at present, 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 too polite, and started today's discussion directly on the podium.
After the introduction, the anesthesiologist first began to talk about his department's problems, "Zhang Yuan, the patient is young, how many hours will the operation take?"
"Six hours!"
Zhang Fan didn't even need to think, he just blurted out.
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. I am at his age, and 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 the safety of anesthesia.
"Just prepare in six hours, and I will try to be as fast as possible."
After finishing speaking, the doctor from the general surgery department 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 problem after another.
Preoperative discussion is a very important thing in the medical field.
Just like finding fault with each other, this form can improve the doctor's operation plan.
But slowly, the taste of this thing changed.
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 do not deal with it.
Then the director proposed another surgical method, whether it can be done, it can be done, but it is not the best.
Then, the factions divided began to argue.
The director secretly sees who's with me, or...
Therefore, things in the world are not perfect.
If the director of the department is not allowed to dominate alone, there will be such a big debate 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 that it would be better to let others hold the medical representative on the table.
After all, with this thing, the patient will not be accused of being a horse.
The surgery discussion is over and the pre-operative 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 the matter with being old, isn't it a bit famous, it's nothing, it's all right, sign it for me, you have a good rest, and you have surgery tomorrow!"