"Old Huang, Director Deng, thank you for your hard work." Zhu Jun met him, bent his waist, and his face was filled with smiles.

No matter how unhappy he was in his heart, he would not dare to shy away the face of Mr. Huang.

"We don't work hard, thank you Xiao Zhou." Huang Lao said with a smile.

Zhu Jun's face was twisted into a cucumber.

"I opened the sample and looked at it. The trocar you designed is very simple, but it is also very practical." Huang Lao praised, "It's not bad, I'm very dedicated."

"Hey, I won't know if it's good or not tomorrow." Zhou Congwen replied with a smile.

No matter what, you have to try it. Zhou Congwen has this confidence and the boss has this vision.

"Director Zhu, has the CT room arranged tomorrow?" Deng Ming and Zhu Jun asked directly after shook hands.

"After the arrangement, Director Deng, why do you have to do CT first?" Zhu Jun didn't understand what was going on.

"After seeing the patient shows you the trocar, you will understand." Deng Ming said.

The trocar outlined in Zhu Jun's mind was always inseparable from the small lung nodule removal surgery. He took Mr. Huang in confusion, and Deng Ming was still the annoying Zhou Congwen went upstairs to take a look at his mother and second aunt.

There are some problems with preoperative examinations. After all, Zhu Jun's mother is very old, and she has severe emphysema, asthma, bronchitis, and mild heart disease.

After Huang Lao was confirmed, everyone came to Zhu Jun's office. Huang Lao sat in the middle, and Deng Ming handed over Huang Lao's bag.

Seeing Huang Laozhen taking out a box and taking out a "syringe" from it.

"Director Zhu, you are considered a family member of the patient. You must explain it to you before the operation." Huang Lao said lightly, "This is a new product from Olida. We are trial. But whether it is used or not depends on your own meaning."

"Oh oh oh." Zhu Jun kept responding.

"This is the principle." Mr. Huang explained with a "syringe". "Within half an hour to an hour before the operation, we went to the CT room and found the small lung nodule under the CT. Through CT positioning, we pierced it with a trocar."

As he said that, Mr. Huang used the "syringe" in his hand to perform a puncture action.

"Determine the position and do not be too far from the lung nodule, and it is best not to be too close. About 5mm is the ideal position, which is not difficult."

"Then leave the anchor inside the trocar in the lungs."

Zhu Jun knew that what Mr. Huang said was not difficult only for Mr. Huang himself. Although he had CT positioning, it was extremely difficult to complete the puncture at a distance of 5mm.

As he said that, Mr. Huang pressed a button of the trocar and the fixed anchor inside the trocar popped up at the needle position.

The moment it pops up, the four claws that fix the anchor open.

Zhu Jun knew very well that if the four claws of the anchor were in the lungs, they would not fall off easily with the trocar removed.

Then Mr. Huang performed a false action, assuming that the fixing anchor was fixed in the lungs, and then the trocar was drawn.

"Outside guidance wires will be left on the lungs, and then the position will be confirmed by CT positioning, and the preoperative positioning will be completed.

During the operation, the camera can directly see the guide wire when it comes in. We can easily determine the location of the small lung nodules through imaging and fixing signs."

Mr. Huang seemed to teach Zhu Jun, and he seemed to be talking to himself.

His hunched fingers gently stroked the trocar, unable to let go of his love.

"..." Zhu Jun didn't expect that this would happen.

I have been searching for a long time to see how to position the body surface and other methods I seem so mentally retarded in front of the trocar.

Thoughts arise, Zhu Jun feels mixed emotions, and the most important thing is a sense of dissatisfaction.

Zhu Jun did not notice his psychological changes.

If the trocar was Olida's product, he wouldn't have such an idea;

If the trocar was brought by Mr. Huang, he would not have such thoughts.

Unfortunately, Deng Ming and Huang Lao said in advance that the trocar was Zhou Congwen's "work", so Zhu Jun was particularly "disgusted".

"Does Director Zhu understand?" asked Mr. Huang.

"I understand, I..."

Zhu Jun was a little hesitant and didn't know whether to say something or not.

"We all said that you are not a thoracic surgeon now, but belong to the patient's family. Just say whatever you have." Old Huang's eyes were deep, and he seemed to have seen thoughts deep in Zhu Jun's heart that he didn't even realize.

"Old Huang, my mother is not in good health. Will this positioning needle cause greater damage? You know, my mother has emphysema, I am worried..."

Zhu Jun stammered and explained, looking at Huang Lao's eyes while saying that, for fear that Huang Lao would leave after shedding her sleeves.

"Oh, that's right." Old Huang nodded, "That's it."

Zhu Jun was stunned. He thought that Mr. Huang would try to convince him, but he didn't expect Mr. Huang to say directly - let's forget it.

What's up? Did you even forget about surgery?

Have you offended Huang Lao?

For a moment, Zhu Jun was a little scared.

"Old Huang, I don't mean that, just... it's..."

"It's okay." Huang Lao said lightly, "It's said that you are a patient's family. If you don't want to use it, just do surgery to cut off the small nodules."

Uh... Zhu Jun stared at Mr. Huang in a daze, not knowing what he was selling in the gourd.

"Director, don't think too much." Deng Ming stood up to smooth things out. "The boss is just communicating with the patient's family before the operation. If you have any concerns, then don't use it. The laparoscopy is cut directly, it doesn't matter."

"..." Zhu Jun was in a complicated mood.

Although Mr. Huang and Director Deng talked better than they thought, it seemed that they had missed something.

"Then that's it, the stage will be opened at 8 o'clock tomorrow morning." Old Huang carefully took the anchor back, put the trocar needle on it, and put it back into the bag and handed it to Deng Ming as if he was holding some treasure.

"Let's go back and rest first. The operation is quite big today, and the boss is a little tired." Deng Ming said to Zhu Jun with a smile, "See you tomorrow morning, Director Zhu."

"I'll pick you up and Mr. Huang tomorrow morning."

"No need, Xiao Zhou has a car, let's take his car." Deng Ming said.

Zhu Jun glanced at Zhou Congwen, and felt irritable. I don’t know why, but Zhu Jun was so angry.

After getting into the car, Deng Ming smiled and said, "Boss, Director Zhu is really stubborn."

Old Huang closed his eyes slightly and leaned against the seat.

"Not surprising, it's normal." Huang Lao said lightly, "Director Zhu Jun and Director Zhu don't want to get involved in thoracoscopy. He has become accustomed to surgery, so it's difficult to change it."

Mr. Huang and Deng Ming have seen many similar things, not to mention grassroots hospitals, but even in major public hospitals in the imperial capital.

The old directors kept the big chest opening surgery, saying that they were unwilling to learn how to use thoracoscopy.

But Zhu Jun seemed particularly stubborn and didn't even want to determine his positioning.

It's okay, anyway, there are still 6 surgeries in the Third Hospital this week, so you will definitely see the application of the locator.
Chapter completed!