After sixteen hours of long distance, Wang Xueteng did not feel tired.

Because what happened today made her extremely excited, just like receiving a letter from the first boy's courtship that year, it made her uneasy and confused, and she was looking forward to a bright future.

She asked Shen Lang on the way, and Shen Lang said everything and told him about the process of Zhou Congwen's surgery.

It is indeed the most standard radical esophageal cancer surgery. No details were missed. All lymph nodes were also cleaned and clean.

Shen Lang also mentioned the abnormal structure of the recurrent laryngeal nerve, which is the recurrent laryngeal nerve.

All of this seems to be not difficult for Zhou Congwen, as simple and easy as eating and drinking water.

The move of sending master belts and CDs to Mr. Huang also brought more and more profound meanings. Wang Xueteng drove excitedly as if he had taken stimulants and rushed to the imperial capital overnight.

At 8:15 am, handed the master belt and CD to Huang Lao's hands.

"Thank you for your hard work." Mr. Huang politely said to Wang Xueteng when he took the master belt and CD.

Just a word of careless politeness made Wang Xueteng feel excited and excited.

Whether you are worried or not depends on who says it.

Shen Lang said something thoughtful all the way, but Wang Xueteng didn't seem to remember a word. But Mr. Huang said hard work without thinking, which gave Wang Xueteng a completely different feeling.

"Mr. Huang, my name is Shen Lang. I am a doctor from the Third Hospital and a colleague of Zhou Congwen." Shen Lang introduced himself seriously and said, "Mr. Congwen asked me to follow him and introduce the patient's condition and the details you want to ask during the operation."

"Well, let's talk about the patient's medical history first." Mr. Huang put the CD into the computer's optical drive, and the sound of reading the CD was a little harsh.

"The patient is 45 years old, because..." Shen Lang began to recite the medical records.

Although he has only been working for two years, Shen Lang is a qualified doctor. He is proficient in writing medical records. He also knows that he will meet Mr. Huang today, so in addition to chatting with Wang Xueteng on the way, he also memorized the medical records many times.

It was said at this time, without any stuttering.

While listening to Shen Lang telling the patient's medical history, Huang Lao slowly turned on the image and sat quietly in front of the computer watching the recording of the operation.

This little guy Zhou Congwen always gave himself a lot of surprises. Huang Lao’s mouth showed a smile and a very comforting smile.

The folding knife position was well placed. Although Mr. Huang knew the results of the operation, he nodded after seeing the patient's position.

At the same time, in the large conference room of the People's Hospital, dozens of cardiothoracic surgeons from all over the province were watching the projection.

The projection shows an image of Director Zhu Junzhu of the People's Hospital undergoing surgery.

The signal transmission is a bit slow and has a slight stutter.

After all, Jianghai City is a prefecture-level city, so it is already very good to have surgery to play. Director Zhu is very attentive.

And this is not important. In this era, in the provincial capital and imperial capital, it is already the most advanced thing to watch the live broadcast of surgery in synchronous signal transmission, let alone a prefecture-level city like Jianghai City.

No one is picky.

The operation sheet has been laid, and Zhu Jun stood in the position of the surgeon, with a doctor focusing on the light behind him.

Disinfect, wipe sterile gauze, and open the skin with a scalpel.

A black and red blood flowed out, and Zhu Jun pressed the dry gauze on his left hand as soon as possible, and then replaced the battery and burned it to stop the bleeding.

The surgery was done very well, and the process of skin opening alone was enough to let the doctors present know Zhu Jun’s level.

Xiao Kai looked at Zhu Jun with a boring look and saw that he had a big cover lifting operation. All the movements were as standard as textbooks, and they were very strict. Even if Xiao Kai was replaced, he would probably have achieved this level.

What Zhu Jun did is good, but it is meaningless.

Xiao Kai was stimulated by Zhou Congwen's laparoscopic surgery yesterday, and the threshold of his perception of the surgery had soared to the sky. Looking at Zhu Jun's surgery, he looked like chewing wax.

After opening his chest cavity, Xiao Kai secretly took out his notebook and put the surgical disc that he asked Zhou Congwen to the optical drive.

This laptop was bought yesterday.

In order to see the surgery one day earlier, Xiao Kai didn't care about the 20,000 to 30,000 yuan at all.

I just went out and didn’t make up the money around me, so I gave the bank money to withdraw money from other places in vain.

Xiao Kai watched the surgery video three times overnight yesterday, and each time it felt the same.

During the live operation on a large screen, Zhu Jun opened his chest early; in the screen of the laptop, the operation had just begun.

But ten minutes later, Zhou Congwen had already started to clean the lymph nodes near the throat and non-relapsed nerves. Seeing this section, Xiao Kai's ears echoed the abnormal anatomical structure that Zhou Congwen asked Shen Lang and Shen Lang recited.

The larynx does not relapse the nerves, even if you sit quietly after the operation and watch the video, it is difficult for Xiao Kai to find abnormally distorted nerves with Zhou Congwen's guidance.

But at that time, Zhou Congwen could see at first glance that there was no side damage at all, as if he had done this surgery a hundred or eighty times.

"Director Xiao, this is really skillful in cleaning the lymph nodes." A doctor brought by Xiao Kai whispered, "Look at Director Zhu, you started cleaning."

Xiao Kai looked up and saw Zhu Jun "orderly" cleaning the para-laxis lymph nodes on the big screen.

The notebook was "post-post" last week and was cleaned up.

It’s not that Zhu Jun is too good, Xiao Kai knew that even if he changed himself, he would probably be the same as Zhu Jun. It’s because Zhou Congwen did it too fast, steadily and quickly.

"Oh, I've read it several times. Although I understand it, I know that it's definitely not possible if I go to a laparoscopy." Xiao Kai's mentality at this time was no longer the dean, and he looked down on the clinical work condescendingly, but was replaced by a cardiothoracic surgeon, comparing the difference between the surgeon and himself.

"I'm so surprised that the level of the Third Hospital is so high. Why do they still ask for a professor?"

"Foreign monks can recite scriptures, but doctors are a good job as a platform for eating."

...

Old Huang focused on watching Zhou Congwen clear the lymph nodes of the larynx without recurrent nerves. The deformed right fingers were slightly moved, as if he was remotely manipulating the operation, and Zhou Congwen was just an appearance.

Shen Lang put his hands beside him and respectfully "accompanies" Mr. Huang to watch the operation recording.

Shen Lang experienced the whole process yesterday. At that time, he thought Zhou Congwen was very powerful, but he was just amazing, and he was still compared with himself.

When he saw Mr. Huang watching the recording with a serious expression, Shen Lang suddenly had an idea in his mind, could it be better for Zhou Congwen to have surgery than Mr. Huang?

impossible!

Absolutely impossible!!

"The lymph node dissection is so good." Mr. Huang looked at it and suddenly muttered to himself.

"Old Huang, Congwen is indeed very stable." Shen Lang wanted to flatter, but he didn't know what the point was. He couldn't even be a supporting actor.

"The abnormally distorted laryngeal nerve is often ignored. Some doctors do not know if the laryngeal nerve is cut off." Huang Lao smiled faintly, "Zhou Congwen is good. He can see it at a glance and has a thorough understanding of the anatomy."
Chapter completed!