Zhou Congwen turned around and stepped down.

"Xiao Zhou, the operation was done very steadily, and it was no different from the last operation." Deng Ming said with a smile.

It can be seen that Zhou Congwen's surgery and recording broadcasts are similar, requiring extremely strong skills and understanding of the surgery. "It just so happens that Deng Ming is also such a master.

"It should be, there is not much difference in itself. The patient's recurrent laryngeal nerve is normal, and the operation is a little easier than those who have done it before." Zhou Congwen narrowed his eyes and gave Deng Ming a smile.

"Send the patient down and prepare to continue the operation." Deng Ming looked at Zhou Congwen deeply and said in a very plain tone.

"Boy Mayo has been waiting for me?" Zhou Congwen asked lightly.

Zhou Congwen doesn't care about the opponent who almost got brain-fired in his previous life.

Come back and crush him? No, since you are reborn, you have too many things to do, crushing Chu Yuntian is not important at all.

"Well, he is waiting for your surgery to finish and pick up the patients together." Deng Ming said.

The provocative meaning of this approach is too strong, and it is difficult for Deng Ming to understand why Chu Yuntian did this.

Maybe it's the American cowboy spirit?

But the worldview and values ​​obtained from the boss tell Deng Ming that no matter whether the surgery is done quickly or slowly, as long as the surgery is successful and the patient benefits, it will be an excellent operation.

As for who does better and faster, it is not that important.

The academician workstation was established in the border province and the annual thoracic surgery meeting was held in the provincial capital to promote the use of thoracoscopy and benefit more patients.

As for who is stronger and who is weak, Deng Ming thinks it is important, but in fact it is not that important.

Academician Chu didn't care about his son, and Deng Ming was a little helpless.

The surgery room next door had already been prepared, and Chu Yuntian seemed to not want to take advantage of this, so he picked up the patient with Zhou Congwen on stage.

Zhou Congwen had an operation and unceremoniously sat in the corner to rest while carrying the anesthesiologist's stool.

Liu Wei was anesthesia. He only learned yesterday that the second sleeve stomp surgery had such twists and turns, so his hands were a little shaking during anesthesia.

"Old Liu, don't be nervous." Zhou Congwen narrowed his eyes and leaned against the wall to rest, but he did not miss any details. He had long seen Liu Wei's nervousness.

"Congwen, there is nothing we can do not be nervous." Liu Wei sighed, and he looked back, as if his vision could penetrate the wall and see the next door.

"The anesthesiologist next door is said to have come from Mayo, I... my level is not enough." Liu Wei hesitated for a moment and admitted frankly.

"Well, it's a bit bad." Zhou Congwen said lightly.

Liu Wei burst into tears, okay?

"But isn't I still there?" Zhou Congwen smiled slightly, "Don't think so much about anesthesia. We just have an ordinary operation. If you think so much, it will not help the patient."

Liu Wei glanced at the long spears and short cannons standing around him and sighed.

Is it a normal surgery?

How is it possible.

Every move of his own is recorded by the camera, and the signal is transmitted to the venue, and thousands of people will see their operations.

If there is any problem, I will become famous all over the country. Everyone will say that Huang Lao’s student has undergone a demonstration operation and found an anesthesiologist who knows nothing.

Liu Wei was extremely distressed, extremely depressed, and extremely nervous.

Although Zhou Congwen comforted him a few words, words alone could not dispel the fear in Liu Wei's heart.

Originally, Liu Wei's level could only be said to be ordinary. Under the admixture of emotions such as fear, the rate of anesthesia was slower than usual.

Deng Ming was determined to help Liu Wei, but seeing Zhou Congwen sitting steadily in the corner to recuperate, he did nothing in the end.

It's really strange. What was Zhou Congwen thinking? Deng Ming was a little surprised.

It is said that a young man of Zhou Congwen, who is a person of ability, should challenge another person with great importance to him, regardless of whether he said he should show an excited expression and be eager to prepare for the battle.

But Zhou Congwen was as steady as a boss, as if the Mayo boy who launched the challenge was just an insignificant existence and he didn't care at all.

he!

not give a damn about!

Deng Ming observed for a long time and confirmed this.

After thinking it through, Deng Ming smiled bitterly.

Not to mention anything else, Zhou Congwen just has a better state of mind than himself.

Is the surgery to cure the disease and save the patient, and to promote the "new" technology of thoracoscopy, which is definitely not a competition.

With his age, it was difficult for him to curb the urge to compete, but Zhou Congwen didn't care at all. He!

Deng Ming stabilized his mood and waited for Liu Wei to finish his full mahjong and began to move his posture.

...

In the large ladder conference room, more and more people squeezed over to see the surgery.

Originally, the ladder conference room could accommodate 500 people, but many of the director's entourage could not enter.

But Zhou Congwen had just had a pretty operation. When other people waiting outside heard the news, they knew that they would open the double screen this time and show two thoracoscopic lobular sleeve surgery. They couldn't stand it and squeeze in to see the demonstration surgery.

More than a thousand people were crowded in the venue, and the air was a little dirty and stagnant.

The screen on the rostrum was divided into two, and two seemingly different surgeries are underway.

"The Mama Master on the left looks average. Why do I feel his hands tremble?"

"Don't talk nonsense. The rules of 912 are not allowed to call an anesthesiologist. However, the anesthesiologist has a very poor level. Why don't you find a better person to come up with such an important operation?"

"I guess I'm nervous. It's hard not to be nervous if so many people watch the operation. If I were on the operating table, my mind would be blank and I couldn't do anything."

The doctors around were whispering.

Academician Chu looked at the scene in front of him and smiled slightly. As soon as he started, Chu Yuntian surpassed Zhou Congwen by half a position.

The team is very important. It is said that it is not difficult for Mr. Huang to equip Zhou Congwen with a top team, but the level of anesthesiologist... is really not high.

Things like level need to be compared.

During the preoperative anesthesia of esophageal cancer just now, I didn’t see that Zhou Congwen’s level of trauma was so poor.

However, when two anesthesiologists are anesthetized at the same time and live broadcast appears in front of people, the gap can be seen at a glance.

How important it is to start more than half of the body is naturally self-evident.

Academician Chu looked at Huang Lao, and saw that Huang Lao was as stable as Mount Tai, and focused on watching Zhou Congwen’s anesthesiologist undergoing anesthesia without any anxiety.

"Old Huang, that anesthesiologist is of average quality." Academician Chu smiled and chatted with Mr. Huang.

"It's okay. I've seen him, so I can't say it's bad. Today's level is a bit abnormal, I guess I'm too nervous." Huang Lao replied lightly.
Chapter completed!