The surgical steps of Huang Lao and Zhou Congwen are different. After all, the patient's upper lung lobes on both sides are eroded by tumors and the degree of different surgical steps.

However, in Director Ding's opinion, it's the same.

What he saw was not the external appearance of the surgery, but the idea.

Only those with a certain level of level can see the essence through the phenomenon. Director Ding is such a strong man, and he can see the difficulties of surgery.

However, the more you can understand, the less Director Ding is.

In the back-to-back picture of Huang Lao and Zhou Congwen, the mirror became clearer, making Director Ding seem to be looking at a mirror.

He didn't even know who the subject was and who the image was.

Even Director Ding didn't seize this once-in-a-lifetime study of Huang Lao's surgery. His eyes were distracted and he wanted to see the two of them at the same time, but he always combined the two horizons into one to create a ghost.

His eyes seemed to be blurry, full of beautiful movements of Huang Lao and Zhou Congwen.

I felt emotion and then joyful, but until the stitching was completed, I finally told me not to see anything clearly.

I don’t know how long it took, but Mr. Huang cut off the suture and turned around, “Come on the rest.”

"Okay, boss." Zhou Congwen said.

Mr. Huang turned around and stepped down. Zhou Congwen was the only one on the operating table. He flushed, checked the bleeding point, and stopped the bleeding by electric burning, and did the final treatment.

Director Ding stood like you were a mud carved puppet, and even forgot to bring a stool for Mr. Huang.

"Anesthesiologist, please give the stool to the boss." Zhou Congwen saw that no one was moving quietly in the operating room, so he turned his head and looked at the anesthesiologist.

"Oh oh oh." The anesthesiologist had long become a sculptor, immersing himself in the "mirrors operation". It was not until Zhou Congwen spoke that he realized and immediately carried a stool and sent it to Mr. Huang.

This surgery did...

Anesthesiologists have seen surgeries in various departments, the top surgeons, and have also seen surgeons with average levels and flaws everywhere in the surgery.

But he had never seen the surgery he had just seen, and never had it once.

Even the knowledgeable anesthesiologist was stunned.

A surgery that everyone thought was impossible to complete was done, and it took only a very short time. It can even be said that Huang Lao and Zhou Congwen completed the entire operation only after establishing an extracorporeal circulation.

Looking at the surgical position standing upright 90 degrees and sitting on the left, the anesthesiologist forced his thoughts out of his astonishment and bent down to carry the stool.

"Old Huang, where are you put on the stool?" asked the anesthesiologist.

Mr. Huang shook his head and looked back at Zhou Congwen, "Zhou Congwen, can you complete it?"

"Yes." Zhou Congwen gave Huang Lao a positive answer.

"Then you do it, I'll go there and take a look." Huang Lao said.

"Boss, together?"

"You stay." Huang Lao said lightly, "There is no use of the cervical vein and femoral vein transfer plan. After the operation, preventive and therapeutic brain resuscitation and brain function protection must be done."

When Director Ding heard Mr. Huang say this, his heart was covered in white.

Three parts treatment and seven parts nursing. The so-called nursing points to many aspects, but it is definitely not acupuncture or a little bit of it.

It may sound difficult to understand to do a good job in preventive and therapeutic brain resuscitation and brain function protection, but even Director Ding can't explain how many technical details there are.

But it is really the responsibility of the critical care doctor. Not only did Huang Lao take care of the operation, he also kept Zhou Congwen and asked him to take on this responsibility.

In other words, in Huang Lao's cognition, Zhou Congwen's postoperative severe illness level is far more than the strength of the intensive care unit of his own hospital.

"Director Ding."

Zhou Congwen called out.

Director Ding didn't realize what was going on in a trance. He thought in a daze that Zhou Congwen had a high level of surgery, but why did Mr. Huang believe in his severe level so much?

"Director Ding?" Zhou Congwen's volume increased by 12.5 decibels.

"ah?"

"Please give the boss a bottle of 5 yuan of candy, watch it, don't let him drink too much." Zhou Congwen muttered.

Director Ding woke up as he was dreaming. He quickly ran to Mr. Huang, kicked open the air-tight door, and bent his waist to send Mr. Huang away.

"Old Huang, please see if the patient can survive." Director Ding asked in a low voice.

"It should be no problem, but it is the key to doing a good job in preventive and therapeutic brain resuscitation and brain function protection. It depends on the situation after the operation. Zhou Congwen and I will contact you at any time to solve any problems." Huang Laodao.

"Old Huang...your surgery..."

"There's no way, I don't want to do it so quickly." Old Huang bowed his back and said lightly.

I don’t want to do it so quickly, this sentence... Director Ding savored what Mr. Huang said, feeling that he was extremely small.

He knew very well why Mr. Huang didn't want to do it so quickly.

The surgery is not just about the benefits.

The faster the, the more omissions are, even if it is Mr. Huang, it is impossible to guarantee that the operation process performed in such a short time is flawless.

So if there is no need for it, Mr. Huang would not choose to use the shortest time to solve the problem.

Director Ding knew what happened when the patient came on stage and understood Mr. Huang’s difficulties. The reason why he was quick was that it had nothing to do with the consultation of the Shuaifu, but only had to do with the possibility of sudden death at any time and anywhere in the patient.

Although it was a bit risky, the result was good.

"Old Huang, your level is really high." Director Ding said seriously and respectfully.

Mr. Huang waved his hand.

The level of level doesn’t matter to Mr. Huang, and he can save people, which is very pleased.

"After the patient leaves office, there will be a period of quiet period, and after recovery, chemoradiation and chemotherapy will be performed."

"Old Huang, how can you see the effect?" Director Ding asked with a little nervousness.

"It should be no big problem. I have encountered similar patients." Huang Lao said, "I could guarantee a five-year survival rate more than ten years ago, and now there is no problem."

Director Ding breathed a sigh of relief when he said Mr. Huang.

Mr. Huang came to the locker room. Before he had time to smoke, he took a breath and took a break, changed his clothes and left the affiliated hospital.

Director Ding returned to the operating room with great concern, and Zhou Congwen has stepped down.

The young patient is no longer in an odd position in the left 90 degrees, sitting on the left side. He walks flat on the operating table, his chest undulating with the ventilator, and his vital signs are stable.

Seeing that the patient's condition was a world of difference from before the operation, Director Ding felt quite pleased.

It is already a miracle to be able to step down, but now we need to consider whether the patient can wake up after the operation.

"Professor Zhou, thank you for your hard work." Director Ding didn't mind Zhou Congwen's age. He greeted Zhou Congwen as if he was talking to Mr. Huang.

"It's okay." Zhou Congwen said lightly, "Notify the ICU to prepare the ventilator and the ice cap..."

Zhou Congwen talked about sixteen equipment in one breath.

Although Director Ding knows some things, he has never used them.
Chapter completed!