Dean Li felt very uncomfortable.
His own hospital has a very strong technical level. He holds his head high when he goes out and never looks at his feet.
It is a kind of pride, pride from the bottom of my heart.
Although he will meet many big people, the pride in his heart gives him his own persistence and dignity. You will always get sick. Then you can't go to the imperial capital or the magical capital for physical examination all year round. You will have to blame me.
Even if it's surgery, who do you know on the other side? A group of five or six people are just pretending to be in the provincial capital. If you go to the imperial capital, no one will care!
If you don’t go to the provincial capital for surgery, but go to the imperial or magical capital, why don’t I find someone for you
However, everything today completely shattered Dean Li's pride.
Everyone, including the director of his family, including the top professors in the country invited by the imperial capital, knew that Director Jin was dead.
All the rescue efforts were just to delay it for a few minutes, and to explain to ourselves and our families that we tried our best.
Have you really tried your best
The little doctor came in and yelled at everyone until they were stunned, and then he blindly stopped the bleeding by himself, just like a magic trick.
My own Director Ma, just like the waiter, although he is wearing a hat and mask, there is a flattering expression in the corner of his eyes.
A little guy who throws knives, his rack is so big that even the instrument nurse and assistant want his own, and he doesn’t even use the surgical instruments from his own hospital!
This is arrogant!
This is domineering!
This is a blatant trampling on the dignity of the Affiliated Hospital of the Provincial Medical University!
Dean Li was a little angry, but even he couldn't drive the young doctor off the operating table at this time.
No one could do the surgery except him, and that was the only reason.
Director Jin is lying on the operating table. You can't give up rescuing Director Jin just to save face. That's... a human life!
Dean Li thought and sighed.
He vaguely remembered how many words Director Lin of the Medical Department had with him when he wanted to establish a business establishment.
But at that time, I still felt that it was a bit fussy for such a young doctor to directly organize the business establishment of the affiliated hospital of the Medical University. It's just The Lancet document, no big deal.
Looking back now, I was really wrong.
well.
Ten minutes later, the traveling nurse came in carrying an item wrapped in a furoshiki.
"What is this?" Dean Li asked with a frown as he passed by.
"Dean, the surgical equipment was brought by the professor from the Imperial Capital." The traveling nurse was also in a daze. She stopped and answered honestly.
"Send it to the stage quickly." Dean Li was very curious as to what kind of treasure it was that he took with him all the way.
The circulating nurse put the bundle on another sterile table and opened it layer by layer. There were three layers in total, as if there was some treasure inside.
Finally, a square box was revealed, silvery white and shining.
Xie Yiren carried the box to the sterile table in front of him, and Feng Xuhui put microscopes on Zheng Ren and Su Yun.
Ma Liang was still close to Zheng Ren, "Boss Zheng, your microscope looks good."
"Yes, it's from Zeiss," Zheng Ren said.
"So professional? It is said that Zeiss surgical microscopes are very expensive."
"Expensive? It's not a big deal if you can buy it with money." Su Yun proudly said: "This is a microscope customized by the Zeiss manufacturer using astronomical technology for the boss. It is a private order."
Zheng Ren didn't even know about this. At first, Su Yun was showing off the lens paper, but he didn't expect it to be custom-made.
But these were all trivial matters. Zheng Ren didn't bother to care about how Su Yun communicated and communicated with Chu Nuangsai to the point where it could be said to be blackmail.
There are benefits, naturally the more the better. In this regard, facing people like Chu Nuangsai, Zheng Ren has no mental disorder.
Asking Xiao Feng to adjust the microscope, Zheng Ren lowered his head and stretched out his hand. Hemostatic forceps and small blunt scissors were clapped in his hand.
It would be more convenient for her to be on the operating table, Zheng Ren thought, smiled, lowered his head and started the operation.
He tried to recall the feeling of the peak experience, but it was always in vain. But Zheng Ren has done some research on the feel that Dr. Charles talked about.
When he had just freed the surrounding tissue, he had already made a preliminary judgment on the various data of the patient's internal tissue.
As for the location where the tumor tissue was wrapped, he decided to use microsurgery to peel off the portal vein adventitia bit by bit.
After training on dozens of systems in the operating room, Zheng Ren was able to barely increase the completion rate of the operation to 90%.
But when he asked Su Yun and found out that that guy could also perform microsurgery, his confidence greatly increased.
Surgery is not done by one person!
With the instruments sterilized, the real surgery has just begun.
Dean Li, Director Lin and everyone in the operating room were shocked by the instrument box.
Just now, they were still mentally criticizing the young magician for being arrogant and domineering, but when they saw the Xie people opening the equipment box, like the future technology of Transformers, many sandwich layers popped out, and everyone's eyes were straightened.
If the concept of sterility hadn't been rooted deep in his heart like a big tree, Ma Liang would have wanted to go up and touch it.
The exquisite and rigorous surgical instruments make a surgeon greedy just by looking at them.
Not to mention how the surgery went, just this set of equipment...
Can such small scissors and pliers be used
Xie Yiren looked intently at Zheng Ren on the operating table. He stood motionless in front of the operating table like a rock on the coastline.
It's not that he's not moving, but that he only has his hands performing microsurgery to free the tumor tissue that is heavily adhered to the inferior vena cava.
Because the movements need to be very careful and delicate, his movements cannot be seen from the outside.
Only Su Yun could help him through a microscope.
The operating room was very quiet. When Zheng Ren asked people to leave, some people wanted to leave angrily.
But at this moment, he was either watching the operation or the instrument box on the sterile table, his eyes widened.
Director Ma Liangma looked at the equipment box with salivation. He cautiously asked in a low voice: "Girl, how much does this set of equipment cost?"
Xie Yiren turned his head, narrowed his eyes, and said: "The most common hemostatic forceps, 7500..."
It’s so expensive, Ma Liang groaned inwardly.
"Euros. And the smaller it is, the more expensive it is. A small one like this costs about 15,000 euros." Xie Yi gave a brief introduction.
Ma Liang was speechless. He looked at the dazzling array of surgical instruments and made a brief estimate.
The huge numbers defeated him directly.
Is this a 200-square-meter finely decorated house in the third ring road of the Imperial Capital for surgery
Let me go... This is too luxurious.
Just now, like the directors of 912, he was thinking of building an identical set of equipment. But after hearing the price, I immediately gave up.