Gao Shaojie's long-awaited teaching surgery is about to begin.
He still remembered that when he had the first operation with Boss Zheng, he asked in a low voice not to hit himself with the hemostatic forceps.
Why was he so stupid at that time? Gao Shaojie regretted it every time he thought about it.
Being beaten by hemostatic forceps can break many bad operational habits and improve the technical level. This kind of thing is simply pie in the sky.
I didn't want to eat it at that time, and I begged not to lose the pie.
How stupid, Gao Shaojie thought to himself.
He once imagined that, excluding family and other factors, he would follow Boss Zheng at that time, and now his technical level would not be worse than Professor Rudolf Wagner.
"Boss Zheng, you're welcome today, please do whatever you want." Gao Shaojie said to Zheng Ren seriously when he saw that the patient had been delivered to the operating table.
"Huh?" Zheng Ren was a little surprised. Although Gao Shaojie had beaten him before, he still seemed to be very face-conscious.
"Boss Zheng, don't you think my level has improved after being beaten a few times by you? Don't be polite today. The next time you come back may not be when." Gao Shaojie said.
"Okay." Zheng Ren agreed happily.
"Lao Liu, you are going to the Imperial Capital, so don't steal the teaching opportunity from me." Gao Shaojie turned around and said to Liu Zewei.
The patient was saved by both of them, and according to the rules, whose patient should undergo the surgery. But Liu Zewei and Zheng Ren wanted to go to the imperial capital to study, and Gao Shaojie was not polite.
Anyway, Liu Zewei went to the Imperial Capital, and there were plenty of opportunities, so why bother trying to earn two surgeries for him
Seeing Gao Shaojie going to disinfect and spread surgical drapes, Hu Hai was a little surprised and asked, "Old Liu, what's going on? What's the beating?"
He lowered his voice, fearing that Zheng Ren would misunderstand.
"Huh? Don't you watch the live broadcast of Xinglinyuan's surgery?" Liu Zewei was also a little surprised.
"I can't do the surgery every day. I go home tired and lie down on the bed, like a dead person. I don't even bother to eat. Who has time to look at that thing." Hu Hai said casually, but he immediately reacted, " No, what surgery is being broadcast live?”
Because Zheng Ren has never performed any neurological interventional surgery, word of mouth among neurosurgery doctors is not widespread.
In addition, Hu Hai leads a group to teach surgery and interventional surgery. He is as busy as a dog every day. It is not surprising that he does not know.
"Boss Zheng is conducting live broadcasts of surgeries in Xinglin Garden and teaching tip surgeries. Old Hu, it's not right to bury your head in work every day. You have to look up at the road." Liu Zewei and Hu Hai didn't know each other very well, so they didn't talk too deeply.
Hu Hai was startled. Is the surgery broadcast live? I have a vague impression of it, but I heard it from a junior doctor on the operating table. I thought it was a joke at the time, but I didn't expect that the person doing the live broadcast of the surgery was the boss Zheng whom I had longed for. (Note 1)
Hu Hai wanted to ask something, but he held back. It wasn't until Gao Shaojie finished laying out the sheets, Zheng Ren was performing surgery on his hands, and the airtight lead door was closed that he asked in a low voice: "Boss Zheng dares to live broadcast the surgery? So awesome!"
"The live broadcast of surgery is not that great." Liu Zewei looked through the leaded glass at the two people standing inside and starting the surgery, with a slightly hot light in his eyes.
Hu Hai was speechless, the surgery was live broadcast, but if something went wrong...if he made the same mistake he made last time, he would never be able to raise his head in academia for the rest of his life. Not to mention the academic community, I am afraid that the patient's family will sue him and revoke his medical license.
Boss Zheng dared to live broadcast the surgery. This is considered a bold act for a skilled artist. But what do Liu Zewei’s words mean? The live broadcast of surgery is not great? So what counts
"Boss Zheng is doing a live broadcast of teaching surgery." After the puncture was completed and the puncture kit was put in, Liu Zewei vaguely saw the cold light of the hemostatic forceps flashing and said with envy in his heart. But when I thought that I would be able to undergo teaching surgery soon, I felt much calmer.
Hu Hai also saw this scene, and he said in shock, "Lao Gao is doing a live broadcast of teaching surgery? No wonder, the professors from the provincial hospital can attract some people."
He thought wrongly. It was probably because people from Xinglin Garden provided financial support, or Boss Zheng forced him to do so, so Gao Shaojie had no choice but to do so. After all, the Provincial Hospital is a large tertiary hospital ranked among the top fifty in the country, and the professors who lead it are relatively well-known in the industry.
"Hey, Lao Hu, you are so enthusiastic about Boss Zheng, don't you know anything about Boss Zheng?" Liu Zewei sighed and said.
Liu Xiaojie pricked up her ears from behind and listened carefully.
"Do you think it was Boss Zheng who asked for it? If Lao Gao hadn't asked Boss Zheng to do the surgery very early, and the relationship was not bad, Boss Zheng would not be interested in doing live broadcasts of teaching surgeries. If we hadn't begged him, Boss Zheng would have gone back to the Imperial Capital directly. .”
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"A few days ago, Boss Zheng was doing a live broadcast at Heidelberg Medical Center. The surgeon was Professor Gade. Have you heard of this name?"
"Uh, is it that particularly fat professor?"
Liu Zewei nodded.
Hu Hai had an impression of this man and had only met him once, at the Global Interventional Conference four years ago. It's just that Hu Hai has met him, but Professor Gade has not met Hu Hai.
Professor Gade sat on the podium and gave a speech, while Hu Hai sat below and listened.
Hu Hai wanted to say something, but when his words reached his lips, they turned into a sigh.
"Professor Gade was raped by Boss Zheng for thirty live broadcast operations. Anyway, I was dumbfounded."
"Uh... why are you banging?"
"How does Gao Gao compare with me?" Liu Zewei asked.
"It's almost the same as before. I took a few glances at the recent surgery, and Lao Gao seems to be a little better than you." Hu Hai told the truth.
"When I rescued you, Boss Zheng gave Lao Gao a surgical lesson by the way and used a hemostatic forceps to hit Lao Gao. Otherwise, why do you think he is better at surgery than me?" Liu Zewei said lightly.
When I think of the fact that I am about to go to the imperial capital and receive the baptism of hemostatic forceps, my heart is filled with excitement.
"Uh..." Hu Hai was speechless.
Liu Xiaojie's two ears were buried under the shiny black hair. She moved slightly, passed through the black hair extremely dexterously, and stretched it out, not daring to miss a word.
She was like an elf, but what she overheard turned her into a dwarf sculpture, standing there stupidly.
Is it so powerful? No wonder he was completely defeated in the Imperial City.
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Note 1: From the beginning, I saw many people complaining about why not everyone knew about the live broadcast.
From my understanding, there is no promotion path in local grassroots hospitals, and even if you learn it, you may not be able to perform surgery, so not many people care about it.
In high-level tertiary A hospitals, hospitalization is always like a dog's work, except that you can't stick out your tongue. After leading a group of professors to treat their own patients, I went on a knife trip on weekends. I really admire them. They are all energetic people. So, knowing without word of mouth seems very reasonable to me.
Don't slap me in the face, just assume that for now.