The Surgeon's Studio Chapter 1250 - The ability of platform 1250, Wushuang

Chapter 1250: The ability of platform 1250, Wushuang

An hour had pa.s.sed. The surgery was a little “boring,” but no one cared. The entire surgery involved separating and loosening the connective tissue that grew out after being stimulated between the intestines. It was exquisite and fine, not fast nor slow, and it was easy. The few people on the operating table and Quan xiaocao, who was behind Zheng Ren, watched with great interest. Zheng Ren’s every move was simple and direct, and it was not fancy at all. Director Wei knew that this represented an extremely high, or even the highest, standard of gastrointestinal surgery. To a foodie, this was a sumptuous meal. After watching the surgery for a few hours, they had some thoughts in their hearts. If it were not for the patient’s serious condition, chief Wei and Feng Jianguo would have gone up to give it a try. When it came to a surgeon’s judgment, an anesthetist and a scrub nurse had the most say. This was because they did not have any conflict of interest, and could objectively judge the level of a sorcerer. At this level, old he could no longer understand the surgical techniques, but he still watched with great interest. He was not watching the surgery, but looking at the person. Boss Zheng’s surgery was very good. Did he even need to say it himself? How long had it been since he came to 912? how many major operations had boss Zheng done? Regardless of whether it was the emergency rescue of Department Director Miao, hydatid disease in the liver, or the patient with the foreign body in the r.e.c.t.u.m a few days ago, all of them were killed. Every single one of them showed that boss Zheng’s surgical skills had surpa.s.sed the surgical director of Room 912. Although it was hard to believe, old he believed that it was the truth. The surgery looked boring to outsiders, so old he focused on observing other people’s expressions. Director Wei’s wrinkles at the corners of her eyes deepened. After all, her age was unforgiving. He did not sweat during the surgery. Why didn’t he sweat? Old he knew. The last time he performed the rectal foreign body removal surgery, Department Director Wei was drenched in sweat. The big gauze around her head seemed to have changed two or three times, but in the end, she still went down in less than three hours. This person was willing to sweat when he was nervous. It was a personal physical problem. In the previous surgery, he still had doubts about boss Zheng’s skills, and he shouldered the responsibility of a Department Director. So he was nervous. That was why he had been sweating so much. This time, it was obvious that director Wei was in a relaxed mood. He believed that boss Zheng would be able to successfully complete the surgery. No matter how difficult the surgery was, it would be completed smoothly. It seemed that director Wei was very confident in boss Zheng. As expected of a director with rich clinical experience, he was very accurate in judging people. Old he thought to himself as he looked at director Wei with a smile. As for Feng Jianguo, he was tall to begin with, like a hemp pole. Standing at a high position and seeing far away did not exist on the operating table. His posture was very strange. He was twisted, and the stick had become a fried dough twist. He was watching the surgery process from a strange angle through a gap in the surgical field. Old Feng’s flexibility was not bad. Did he have to do yoga with his wife when he went home? It was quite interesting for the couple to do yoga together. For such a rough man to practice yoga … The scene was so beautiful that old he could not help but laugh out loud after thinking about it for a while. For a man in his forties to maintain such a state, his waist must be protruding too. She wanted to see what he would do after getting off the stage. He would probably be bedridden for three to five days, no! Old he thought that the surgery was not finished yet. If it were to take a few more hours, Feng Jianguo would be lying in bed for more than a week. Well, Mr. Kong is the best at Traditional Chinese Medicine bone setting. Does Feng Jianguo have any acquaintances there? If not, I can introduce him to someone I know. The young doctor standing behind boss Zheng was a new student. Old he looked at Quan xiaocao. He knew that students like her did not have a good life. As they were not advanced students or graduate students, they were at the bottom of the medical Circle’s biological chain. An undergraduate student? This kind of creature did not exist in 912 at all. They would do all the dirty and tiring work, and it would depend on the professor’s mood if they could go to the operating table for appendicitis. As for obtaining the professor’s favor and being accepted as a graduate student, it all depended on whether they could bear hards.h.i.+ps and were willing to work. The professors looking for graduate students were not a.s.sessed by scores. Of course, if one didn’t have any understanding, the score was the only standard to judge. Naturally, they would want to recruit those with high scores, not just leave the top students and go find someone with low scores. If that was the case, wouldn’t his brain be flooded with water? However, with some understanding, every professor who could recruit graduate students would like those who were willing to work hard and bear hards.h.i.+ps without complaint. Not only did the hospital treat men like animals, but they also treated women like animals. Some time ago, the superwoman from Peking Union Medical College Hospital had resigned. “The emergency department is really not a job for humans.” Old he looked at Quan xiaocao and gradually lost his mind. This child looked good. He had seen him a few times. He didn’t talk and only knew how to work. It was fine if it was a boy, but she was a girl. It’s been a long time since I’ve had hot girls. But if she was so honest, could she be a hot girl? Once upon a time, there was a hot girl in the hand surgery department who was very energetic and performed very well. However, he was later transferred to a private hospital. The other side earned even more. It was said that a finger replantation could give the surgeon about ten thousand Yuan. And this was only one finger. If there were a few more fingers, the surgery fee would be even higher. Aside from the operations in the gynecology department, it was really annoying to watch this group of rough men every day. It was very pleasing to the eye to have a girl as a sorcerer. He hoped that she would stay. Old he watched as Quan xiaocao focused on the surgery. She did not move at all, like a blade of gra.s.s that was trying to take root and sprout, regardless of the obstacles above her head. He felt a little emotional. It was good to be young. Following Quan xiaocao’s gaze, old he’s eyes landed on Zheng Ren. Boss Zheng, you’re as still as a mountain. There’s nothing to see. He had been in this position since the beginning of the stage, and he was probably in the same position until the end. This kind of ability to stand on the platform could be considered the best, let alone his standard in surgery. Boss Zheng not only performed the surgery well, but he also had specialized equipment and scrub nurses. When old he thought of this, he chuckled and then became worried. It was said that boss Zheng had a special anesthetist in Haicheng, the twin sisters. This harem … If he wanted to perform surgery with boss Zheng, it seemed like there was a long way to go. Old he began to worry when he thought of this. In 912, he was the kind of person who had accepted his fate. However, boss Zheng was an opportunity. Old he’s eyes were quite sharp on this point. However, he had no idea how to turn this opportunity into reality. If only she had learned surgery herself, she would definitely be clinging to boss Zheng’s leg every day. He remembered that he had told boss Zheng before to tell him when he went for an emergency surgery. However, boss Zheng didn’t say anything these few times. It seemed like he had forgotten. What should he do? “Old he,” Zheng Ren suddenly said. “Uh …” Old he was in a trance. “Call the director of the Obstetrics and Gynecology Department and ask them to do a consultation on the stage.”