Traditional Chinese Medicine: The first surgery went viral on the Internet

Chapter 179

Fang Xin picked up his phone, edited a WeChat message and sent it to the psychologist, then hurried back to his office.

During his absence, Fang Xin was worried that something might happen to the two interns.

These few days were the critical time for Li Hua and Wang Hao to become full-time employees. At this critical juncture, no mistakes could be made.

""Hey, Doctor Fang, Professor Ding is looking for you. I didn't expect you to be here."

A young nurse came over and smiled at Fang Xin. Since Mo Zikun came to the hospital, Fang Xin's position has been shaken.

After all, in front of Mo Zikun's flowery words, Fang Xin, a workaholic who is not good at speaking, is not much comparable. However, in the eyes of most medical staff, Fang Xin is still like a boy.

After learning that Professor Ding wanted to see him, Fang Xin rushed over immediately. Although he didn't know why Professor Ding suddenly came to see him, Fang Xin always had a feeling of uneasiness in his heart.

"You two, please don't get into any trouble!"

"I don't want to train interns from scratch again!"

Fang Xin thought to herself.

……

"Professor Ding, you are looking for me!"

After opening the door, Fang Xin saw Professor Ding staring at a slide and studying it. The slide was the film of the transferred patient.

In an instant, Fang Xin had a rough guess as to why Professor Ding was looking for him. Most likely, he came for the transferred patient.

"drink water?"

"Well, I haven't had a sip of water this morning, and my throat is a little dry."

Fang Xin said that since he had an independent department, his work has not been a bit easier, but more than twice as busy as before.

Fang Xin often thinks about a question, that is, if he really leaves this hospital one day, can it still operate normally.

Fang Xin always feels that most of the patients in the hospital, big and small, gather here.

After a few simple chats, Professor Ding picked up the slides on the side, looked at Fang Xin with a serious face and said:

"Xiao Fang, this operation is not easy. The stone grew on the main vein. This situation is very special. I am worried that if something unexpected happens,"

"There is a high possibility that the patient will die on the operating table. Are you 100% sure?"

"If not, I can talk to the dean and have someone else do the surgery. I have some selfish reasons for you and me.

Professor Ding said his inner thoughts without hesitation.

His feelings for Fang Xin were the same as Fang Xin's feelings for the two interns. He hoped that they could go to a higher level, but he also didn't want them to take huge risks.

Doctors are not like other professions. Many times, there is no chance to start over.

"Professor Ding believes in me. As long as the patient's physical condition improves a little, the success rate of the operation will still be considerable. Besides, every operation I perform is extremely difficult."

"In the end, it was all thanks to my outstanding performance!"

Looking at Professor Ding, Fang Xin smiled.

Every time he performed an operation, Fang Xin would measure the difficulty of the operation based on his own strength to see if he had the ability.

Besides, even if Fang Xin didn't have the ability to deal with it, the system wasn't there to help him.

"However, in order to ensure that this operation is 100% successful, I need the cooperation of the most advanced electron microscope in our hospital. As long as there is the help of the electron microscope, I believe that there will be no problem using my scalpel."

Fang Xin replied confidently.

As for the scene of the operation, he had already simulated thousands of times in his mind. As long as all the equipment was in place, Fang Xin dared to guarantee that his operation would be foolproof. After listening to Fang Xin's words, Professor Ding, who was originally sitting on the chair, stood up directly, and then looked at Fang Xin with an incredible face.

He did not expect that in the face of such a severe operation, Fang Xin still could not forget the scalpel he had been thinking about.

Many times, Professor Ding did not understand why Fang Xin chose the most common scalpel when the hospital obviously had so many cutting equipment. Was it because of its versatility?

"Fang Xin, can we use laser cutting instead of scalpel for this operation?"

Laser?

After hearing what Professor Ding said, Fang Xin fell into deep thought. As a doctor, how could he not know the superiority of laser? But in this case, Fang Xin felt that his participation in this operation was not high enough.

Lasers are all programmed. As long as the target position is aligned, the rest is left to the machine. Due to its higher precision and faster efficiency, it has become the most sought-after medical equipment today.

But even so, Fang Xin is still reluctant to use lasers. In Fang Xin's view, the operation should be done by himself. If everything depends on technology, what are the doctors like them for?

Besides, Fang Xin has the bonus of exquisite eyes and repairing hands, and his accuracy is not lower than high technology. Moreover, with the bonus of level, it will far surpass technology.

"Professor Ding, I know what you mean, but I have enough confidence in myself. As long as there is an electron microscope, I will not hesitate even if it grows on the heart, let alone the blood vessels."

Fang Xin said firmly. This is his absolute confidence. In Fang Xin's cognition, high-tech products are just some useless garbage. An excellent doctor can never be replaced by these things.

After thinking for a few seconds, Professor Ding had to shake his head. He knew Fang Xin's temper. As long as Fang Xin made a decision, even if there were eight cows tying Fang Xin, it would be impossible to pull him back.

"Since you have such great confidence, I won't say much. But Fang Xin, remember, the operation time must be within your ability and compressed to the fastest possible time."

"What I am worried about is not your skills, but the limits of the patient's body."

"You know his condition, he can't stand a long operation anyway."

Every operation has a time limit. Once this time limit is exceeded, no matter how skilled the doctor is, the patient will fall on the operating table because his body cannot support it.

Therefore, surgery is called a race against death and a race against time!

""Yes!"

Fang Xin nodded and agreed. This simple word carried a weight of a thousand pounds.

As the surgeon in charge, Fang Xin knew how much pressure there was.