The uncle of the Wang family then smiled, it must be Master Yan enjoying the happiness of his family, four generations living under the same roof, playing with his little grandson or great grandson.
"I can see it, not very clearly, but I can definitely see it." Master Yan's tone has changed and is obviously different from the words spoken by the Wang family.
"What if I go further?"
"I can't see clearly."
The conversation between Master Yan and the boy continued on the other side of the phone, and Uncle Wang did not interrupt. He vaguely remembered a legend not long ago.
Master Song was pregnant with a demon fetus and kept it a secret.
But when Boss Zheng went to Xiangjiang to treat the old man of the Qin family, he "by the way" helped Master Song survive the natural disaster.
Because the child was delivered successfully, Master Song survived the rest of his life. Master Yan's coveted secrets were leaked to Master Song, which eventually led to backlash and blindness.
I don’t know which person involved came from the mouth of these things.
After all, it is in the past, and there is no need to hide it anymore.
Uncle Wang knew that Master Song might have said these things.
After all, so many doctors and nurses saw that Master Song suddenly went into severe shock. If there was no explanation that everyone liked to hear, I don't know how it would be spread.
As for what the meaning behind it is, Mr. Wang doesn't want to delve into it.
After that, it was said that Master Yan also sought treatment from Boss Zheng. The guess in his mind was that Master Yan, who coveted heavenly secrets and was punished by God for being blind, could see again!
Thinking of this, Mr. Wang's hands were a little numb, as if a thunderbolt had struck his head.
Heavenly catastrophe and divine punishment, can this be overcome? Boss Zheng is so powerful? !
"Brother, what's wrong?" The second master asked in a low voice when he saw that the eldest brother of the Wang family was silent.
"Master Yan's divine punishment is over."
“…”
He didn't speak loudly, but there were only a dozen people in the room who were his direct relatives. After all, there are not many people who are qualified to see Mr. Wang perform surgery.
Everyone was speechless.
Master Yan’s Heavenly Punishment… Can the Heavenly Punishment be cured
This is a magical method!
Wang Nan was dumbfounded, thinking about the scene of Boss Zheng grabbing Song En's head, smiling and hitting the bulletproof glass, and his thoughts surged in his heart.
Soon, Master Yan's voice on the phone became majestic again.
"What do you want from me? Why don't you say anything?"
The uncle of the Wang family was solemn and immediately smiled and said: "Master Yan, you are in good health. Congratulations."
"I can't say it's great. It took me a long time. Even with Boss Zheng's method, I can only cure one eye." Master Yan said.
Sure enough, my guess was right!
"Is your father's illness cured?" Master Yan asked.
"We are undergoing surgery, and Dr. Keenta from Massachusetts General Hospital, who operated on my father three years ago, is also here." The uncle of the Wang family said politely.
"Don't believe the Massachusetts General Hospital, they won't look at it." Master Yan said: "Has Boss Zheng found the cause of the disease? Is it different from what others said?"
"Master Yan, you are powerful!" Uncle Wang said: "As I told you, Boss Zheng has discovered the problem. My father can definitely extend his life by ten years!"
"It's okay, I'll hang up." Master Yan didn't listen to these compliments at all, but after a pause, he said: "Xiaohua, tell Boss Zheng's assistant, are my eyes healed?"
"Not yet. Look here, can you see it?"
"You kid, why are you so impatient in doing things! For such a big thing, you have to bring a thank you gift..." Master Yan complained.
With that said, Master Yan hung up the phone.
The uncle of the Wang family was silent, with thousands of thoughts in his mind.
"Brother, what did Master Yan say?" the second master asked.
"Do you think the thank-you gift we prepared to give to Boss Zheng is a bit missing?" the Wang family asked in a low voice.
My father can extend his life by ten years, but what about me
He is over seventy years old, his body is getting worse day by day, and the soil is buried up to his neck.
This is a good relationship. Not to mention fawning, it is still necessary to leave a good impression on Boss Zheng.
If something happens to you one day, ask Boss Zheng to help you extend your life by ten years... not to mention ten years, five years is also good.
…
In the operating room, Zheng Ren and Su Yun performed the operation in an orderly manner.
Dr. Kienta stood behind Zheng Ren, completely dumbfounded.
The second surgery is extremely difficult to remove the high-value materials from the original hip replacement.
According to Dr. Kienta's estimate, at least 1000ml of bleeding is required to achieve this.
However, the two ultrasonic scalpels were playing tricks in the hands of the surgeon and his assistant, who were performing the surgery all the way. When the old hip joint was removed, the bleeding would never exceed 100ml.
Keep the femoral moment about 1cm, keep the neck-shaft angle at 135°, use an oscillating saw to cut the end of the femoral neck flat, and take out the femoral head from 3 years ago.
There was an obvious scratch on the femoral head. It was not very obvious in the surgical area, but now that it was taken out, it was simply shocking.
Dr. Kienta knew that this was the reason why the cobalt element was 1,000 times above the normal range.
The patient's blindness and deafness were also caused by his own operational error.
You won't be sued... If you sue the American Medical Association under the instigation of that old man Hopkins, you will be finished.
"Boss, are there many cases like this?" Su Yun looked at the scratches on it and was a little frightened.
"Not many, at least not in China." Zheng Rendao: "Ceramic hip joints, especially yellow porcelain ones, are very expensive and few people can afford them."
"The income levels are still different."
"You can't compare the income levels of ordinary people in the country with these rich people. This is sophistry." Zheng Ren said with a smile: "Prepare your hips."
Subsequently, Zheng Ren resected the joint capsule and synovial tissue along the acetabular rim, and used an acetabular file to maintain an angle of about 45° and tilt it 15° forward.
The acetabulum is gradually enlarged and deepened from small to large until blood oozes evenly.
"Boss, orthopedics is really just a carpentry job." Su Yundao said.
"Fortunately, there are quite a lot of capable people in orthopedics." Zheng Ren said while expanding the acetabulum: "Spinal nerves are a neurosurgery in the world's medical field. But in China, it becomes an orthopedic surgery. You can't do this if you don't have the courage to do so. Not to mention the country, the United States also does 66% of neurosurgery and 34% of orthopedics."
When it comes to this matter, Su Yun feels a little depressed.
The pain in his heart is something Su Yun can never let go of.
Perhaps more than ten or twenty years ago, cardiothoracic surgery began to perform interventional surgeries, and there was no such thing as the circulatory department.
But…
Once an opportunity is missed, it is missed forever.
But now, another new opportunity lies ahead. 5G is definitely the same as when the Internet first appeared. It is an epoch-making change!
While Zheng Ren was talking, he used an acetabulum mold with a diameter of 60mm to test it. After finding it suitable, he sucked and wiped away the bone chips.
An artificial acetabular cup was inserted and kept at an outward angle of 45° and an anteversion angle of 15° using a directional device.
Reaching out, a hammer fell on his hand.
Boom, boom, boom, the carpentry work continues.