Zhu Jun successfully completed the chest surgery and began to open the abdomen and stomach cutting.

Zhu Jun was very attentive in the whole operation. He knew very well that with his connections and resources, it was possible that he would only organize such a learning in his life, and he would only have such an opportunity to perform public surgery.

So Zhu Jun did his best to fully demonstrate his lifelong skills.

He looked back and saw that the operation took one hour and twenty minutes, and the corners of Zhu Jun's mouth under the sterile mask were gently raised.

This is the best surgery I have ever done, no doubt.

If you learn, you must be like learning. You will do a "shocking" demonstration operation by yourself and show Li Qinghua's disobedient disciple. There is no future in taking shortcuts!

As a doctor, if you only know how to wedge in your life, then what else is it called a doctor!

It may be beneficial to slip on the tip, but you must not eat it for a lifetime!

Let you see your master’s level!

Zhu Jun was more cautious while being proud of himself. He knew that he was old and his spirit was a little unsatisfied.

Those who travel a hundred miles apart are half ninety, and this surgery must be flawless.

"Tiancheng, concentrate." Zhu Jun knocked on the equipment in Lu Tiancheng's hand with the hemostatic pliers in his hand and reminded him.

"Okay Master." Lu Tiancheng said in a state of mind.

He has been with Zhu Jun for more than ten years and has never seen his master as serious as he did this surgery.

It is said that 100% performance level "insulted" this surgery, which is simply 12% performance, and it is particularly stable and has continuous high-frequency output.

Ginger is still so spicy, Lu Tiancheng sighed in his heart.

The demonstration surgery is at least provincial or above hospitals, and professors will do it. Lu Tiancheng knows very well why Director Zhu has to hold a school to perform demonstration surgery with an old face.

They are all for senior brother Li Qinghua to show.

The operation was taken steadily and slapped Li Qinghua invisibly, telling him that there were too many difficult surgeries in thoracic surgery, and only choosing the simplest wedge cut of the small lung nodule was to take advantage of the problem.

Senior brother...

Li Qinghua...

Thoracoscopy…

Lobular wedge surgery...

Lu Tiancheng sighed in his heart, then concentrated on preparing to cooperate with Zhu Jun's operation.

The next surgery was still very smooth, without any disturbances, including stomach cutting, lifting, anastomosis, and clearing lymph nodes. The steps were done without any mistakes.

Lu Tiancheng even had the illusion that even if Mr. Huang and Director Deng from 912 were replaced by Director Deng, this would be the only way to do it.

The chest cavity was anastomosis. Zhu Junsheng was afraid of anastomosis fistula, so he deliberately hung a needle at each corner to make the anastomosis more tight.

Rinse, close the chest and abdomen, and the operation is over.

"Master Ma, how long will the course take?" Zhu Jun asked proudly after sewing the last stitch with his own hands.

"Director, 3 hours and 52 minutes." The anesthesiologist said admiringly.

Director Zhu really has this ability, otherwise why would he dare to perform a demonstration operation?

There was an esophageal cancer surgery. It was only twelve o'clock when it went down. The surgery was so swift that the anesthesiologist was amazed.

Zhu Jun was very satisfied and turned around and stepped down.

Instead of leaving directly, he stared at the anesthesiologist and woke up, watching the chest bottle fluctuations, fearing that there would be any omissions.

Everything was intact. A doctor took the patient back to the ward. Lu Tiancheng took off his surgical gown and walked over and said admiringly, "Master, the operation was done perfectly!"

"Hmph!" Zhu Jun let out a cold voice, as if it was not Lu Tiancheng but Li Qinghua standing beside him.

"Go back and have a look, Master." Lu Tiancheng understood Zhu Jun's meaning and said with a smile, "The directors who came to attend the meeting were probably stunned. I don't know how to praise him in the conference room."

Zhu Jun only got better this time, laughed and said, "Let's go."

The two hurriedly changed their clothes and prepared to go to the conference room to give a brief summary report.

The process of the annual meeting ends here, and then arranges the directors to have dinner, win over relationships, and enhance their relationships. The meeting was then announced to be a complete success.

Looking back on all this, Zhu Jun felt that the hard work of the past period was not in vain.

This surgery will always be remembered by the cardiothoracic surgery community in Jianghai City, and is a ceiling that they will never be able to break through!

Including Lu Tiancheng around him.

Zhu Jun suddenly thought that Lu Tiancheng cooperated perfectly during the operation and his level was not low. Unconsciously, this kid's level also improved so quickly. It seems that he will have to be given less surgery in the future.

Thinking about things in my mind, Zhu Jun calmly walked back to the conference room.

In Zhu Jun's imagination, when he walked into the conference room, there should be applause, or even everyone stood up and applauded.

On the screen on his back was his "graceful" figure. The doctors and directors all stood up and applauded. This was the pinnacle of his life! Zhu Jun thought proudly.

After all, the surgery was done well. In less than four hours, not everyone can do a clean and perfect radical esophageal cancer surgery. Zhu Jun has this confidence.

Lu Tiancheng walked a few steps and opened the door of the conference room. Zhu Jun stepped in. The moment he entered the door, he coughed gently twice.

There was a little noisy in the conference room, and everyone seemed to be talking about something, and Zhu Jun was even more proud.

It seems that his peak-level surgical level has already calmed everyone down, letting them know that the level of cardiothoracic surgery in Jianghai City is at least not inferior to that in the provincial capital.

However……

The imaginary applause did not exist, and Zhu Jun even had a strange idea that it seemed that he did not even exist.

The doctors and directors sat around, watching something, and even discussed while watching, whispering around.

Could it be that someone has surgery in the conference room?

Or is it said that someone fainted when he saw that he had awesome surgery?!

One year, IU held an annual meeting, and the attending physician of the People's Hospital suffered a cardiac arrest on the spot. The director of IU performed a classic emergency emergency and forced the person back. (Note)

However, the possibility of similar incidents is too low, and Zhu Jun does not think it will happen.

He was a little disappointed, it would be fine if there were no flowers, but the masters didn't care about this. But there was no applause, which was a bit too much.

There was no standing ovation, and there was no hypocritical applause. Everyone sat around and didn't know what they were looking at.

Zhu Jun frowned and looked at the crowd coldly.

Lu Tiancheng also felt very strange. It is said that people are carrying people in the flower sedan chairs. Most of the attendees were thoracic directors from counties and cities in various places, and everyone understands the rules. Even if the surgery is done in moderation, they should applaud symbolically.

The master's surgery was perfect, why no one cared about it?

Lu Tiancheng walked over quickly without waiting for Zhu Jun to speak.

Zhu Jun was full of anger and watched Lu Tiancheng standing behind the crowd on tiptoes and looking in.

In an instant, Lu Tiancheng seemed to have been immersed in a fixed state and was stunned.

The toes were not struggling, and the legs were shocked, Lu Tiancheng's body fell straight forward and hit the doctor in front of him.

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Chapter completed!