Preoperative preparation is very professional, at least from the perspective of Shiping. It is not an ordinary professional, and all worries are gone.

Shi Ping began to think about his choice.

When he saw the professor in the imperial capital fearing Zhou Congwen, Shi Ping instinctively developed a sense of fear.

He was just afraid of Mr. Huang and did not dare to compete with Xiao Kai.

Now, my choice is right.

Not only is Huang Lao not too confused, he is also in good spirits. Can such an ancestor-level person be able to fight against him?

It’s impossible to blind your heart.

But this is also a good thing. Shi Ping has absolute confidence in tomorrow's surgery.

Qian En thanked him for leaving the office. Shi Ping even felt that it was not enough. He bowed deeply to the closed door before going back to talk to his mother about this.

...

The next morning, Shiping sent his mother to the operating room.

In theory, I am extremely familiar with the operating room. It is definitely two different concepts to send someone else into the operating room and send your mother into the operating room.

Restraining his nervousness, Shi Ping rejected Zhou Congwen's statement that he invited him to come in for the operation.

He knew that Zhou Congwen was being kind to him.

If he really saw his mother being numb and cut it with one size fits... Shi Ping couldn't be sure that he could stay rational.

If there are waves, it is better to squat outside the operating room and wait for the result.

Although Shi Ping had absolute confidence, he changed his role. Now he is not a savant, or even a doctor, but a patient's family.

Shi Ping sat silently on the hard plastic chair in the waiting area, staring blankly.

Soon, the operating room door opened and a hunched figure appeared, waving in the rush.

It's Mr. Huang!

Shi Ping was stunned and then jumped up.

Because it was too sudden, Shi Ping was not prepared at all, so he almost fell a dog to eat shit.

He barely maintained his body's balance, Shi Ping ran to Mr. Huang in an extremely ugly posture.

"Old Huang." Shi Ping was a little nervous when he greeted him, afraid that something would happen before the operation.

The time is too short and it is absolutely impossible to complete the operation. So what is Mr. Huang doing?

In an instant, extremely rare cases of anesthesia such as malignant hyperthermia appeared in his mind. He was so scared that he trembled all over and his legs couldn't stand firmly.

"I'm going to have surgery now. Come out and say hello, don't worry." Huang Laoyouyou said, "The surgery should be relatively smooth. After all, the thoracoscopic valve replacement surgery is considered a mature operation."

Shi Ping looked at Mr. Huang in a daze, laughing and crying.

He respectfully sent Mr. Huang into the operating room, and then stood there in a daze and thought for at least ten seconds.

Mr. Huang is giving himself a face.

I said before the operation, and let myself see that I had changed my clothes and was about to go on stage. I guess Mr. Huang would also say to me after the operation, and this is the most perfect one.

What kind of virtue is that I can do? Let Mr. Huang do this.

It is probably because Mr. Huang took care of himself for the sake of being a cardiothoracic surgeon.

Shi Ping knew it and his admiration for Mr. Huang went up to another level.

He wanted to smoke, but he didn't dare.

When he was afraid that he would smoke, Mr. Huang had already had surgery, but he went out to talk to him but couldn't find anyone.

If that were the case, it would be too rude.

Although Shi Ping knew that the operation could not be so fast, he was cautiously guarding the door of the operating room and did not dare to leave.

Gu Chun

Time passed by seconds, and countless complications emerged in Shi Ping's mind.

But these were reported by Zhou Congwen and Huang Lao yesterday. Shi Ping now became more and more aware of the gap between himself and Zhou Congwen and Huang Lao.

Even though he didn't come in to see the surgery, he didn't know how the thoracoscopic flap replacement surgery was performed.

Just a preoperative discussion, Zhou Congwen has already crushed himself.

But after all, he is the world's number one craftsman? Every time he thinks of this, Shi Ping is very grateful for his "wise" choice.

Just as he was thinking, the door of the operating room opened, Mr. Huang walked out in his surgical gown.

"Doctor Shi." Huang Lao said, "The operation is over and it goes well."

Although it was less than an hour, Shiping felt that the operation was performed too quickly, but this was what Mr. Huang said to him and he couldn't refuse to believe it.

He bowed deeply to Mr. Huang, and Shi Ping said gratefully, "Thank you Mr. Huang, thank you for your hard work."

"Oh, hehe." Old Huang smiled meaningfully, and said nothing else. He just paused for a few seconds and looked at Shi Ping deeply.

Before Mr. Huang saw him feeling uncomfortable all over, Mr. Huang turned back to the operating room.

After 20 minutes, Shiping's mother was sent out.

Seeing that his mother woke up from general anesthesia and the operation went smoothly, Shi Ping had a thousand words in his heart and didn't know what to say.

When they returned to the ward, Huang Lao and Zhou Congwen took a look at the postoperative situation and advised Shi Ping as if they were reminding the family members of ordinary patients.

These are all regular processes, Shiping is very clear about them.

As time passed, Shi Ping's mother was completely awake. Shi Ping found that it was fine to lie down, and all kinds of symptoms of severe mitral valve insufficiency disappeared.

Shi Ping even asked the nurse for a stethoscope for his mother to stethoscope.

The previous full systolic period was blown, and the noise transmitted to the armpit and the left interscapular disappeared.

Although Shi Ping did not see the operation with his own eyes, it was really successful to analyze the operation after the operation and various states.

He burst into tears and felt joyful.

Finally he breathed a sigh of relief. Shi Ping had time to see the patient next door and the family members of the patient.

They don’t know that they have become guinea pigs, maybe they know, but it’s useless.

Let’s talk about this person... Shi Ping looked at the family of the patient next door. They were full of expectations for tomorrow’s surgery and felt funny.

My mother had the highest-end thoracoscopy surgery, and even the thoracic director of a prefecture-level city like me would not do it, and she had never even seen it.

That's why it recovers so quickly.

The patient in the next bed will have to undergo interventional surgery tomorrow, so that thing is nonsense and is of experimental nature.

It would be strange if it could have good therapeutic effects.

Shi Ping even felt a little pitiful to the patients in the next bed and the patients' families. They saw that their mother recovered quickly and were full of expectations.

I don’t know what they will think after the operation fails tomorrow.

But Shiping did not dare to complain about Huang Lao.

Any surgical procedure must be beaten thousands of times in clinical practice, and all the thunders that should be struck.

It sounds simple, but how many people will die? How much blood will it cost?

Whoever wants to lose these costs will not be borne by himself.

Shi Ping looked at his mother who had fallen asleep, his cheeks pale and familiar panting disappeared, and he felt happy.

Otherwise, there must be a doctor at home, at least you know what to do when making a choice.

Moreover, before and after the operation, Huang Lao came out to see himself and explained to himself. Huang Lao was so loyal and honest that Shi Ping did not expect, so it was even more gratifying.
Chapter completed!