At 1:00 or 3pm, several people worked together to turn Guo Fan from side A to side B, and the interrupted operation began to continue.

At 3:00 pm, Yan Feifan, who had been holding on for more than two hours, felt that he could not hold on anymore.

Not only did my legs and feet feel sore and swollen, but my eyes felt dizzy and I felt a little panicked.

Yan Feifan blinked his eyes a few times to make his vision clearer.

Guo Fan still has six minor injuries on his body, which need to be dealt with.

Should I make a concerted effort and grit my teeth and persist in finishing it? Or should I pause for a while and let myself complete it in a better state?

Yan Feifan struggled in his heart for a while and made a decision.

"Fifteen minutes of rest!"

Doctors should not take risks easily when they are not necessary.

On the operating table, doctors must reserve some energy and physical strength to deal with unexpected accidental risks.

In Guo Fan's situation, Yan Feifan thought that there was no need to risk fainting on the operating table and forced himself to persevere.

Because there is only fifteen minutes of rest, this time is not enough for doctors and nurses to change their surgical gowns and clean their hands again.

Therefore, they could only rest in the operating room.

Especially Yan Feifan, Yu Suye, and the equipment nurse, he cannot sit, and his hands cannot touch other things except the patient's surgical parts, surgical instruments, and surgical consumables.

Their bodies cannot leave the sterile area around the operating table.

Therefore, they can only move their numb legs and feet within a very small range, stretch and relax.

Fortunately, there is a tour nurse Zhou Nan who can help.

Zhou Nan came over to help Yan Feifan take off his mask, fed him a sip of water and a piece of chocolate.

Afterwards, the circuit nurse fed Yu Suye and the instrument nurse again.

After drinking this saliva and a piece of chocolate, Yan Feifan felt that it was very effective, at least he felt completely nervous.

"Doctor Yan, I heard that you have a very good plastic surgery?"

Yan Feifan moved his sore shoulders and looked at Zhou Nan who was talking, jokingly said, "It's averagely amazing!"

"Not satisfied with my appearance?"

Zhou Nan chuckled and said, "I have married myself. If I have plastic surgery, my husband will not be able to sleep at night."

"It's just that my sister-in-law is clamoring for plastic surgery all day long, and my father-in-law is ruthlessly suppressed by her father-in-law every time."

Yan Feifan nodded and said, "Unless there are defects or the appearance is clear, it is better to keep the original ecology."

"Cosmetic surgery is a destruction of the inherent order for many years, and our body has the instinct to correct errors."

"So, after a few years, there may be some inconsistency on the face of people who have had plastic surgery, unless they continue to undergo plastic surgery."

Zhou Nan said suddenly: "In other words, plastic surgery usually only has a shelf life of several years."

She sighed again: "No wonder some female artists in their thirties and forties have repeatedly reported photos of failed plastic surgery. This is because the plastic surgery they had had before has expired."

She asked again: "Doctor Yan, how many years does the plastic surgery you usually have for the shelf life?"

Yan Feifan said vaguely: "This is hard to say, it depends on the size of the operation and the recovery situation of everyone."

He said confidently, "It will have a longer shelf life than many plastic surgeons."

Zhou Nan flattered: "Even a complex surgery like broken finger replantation, you can easily complete it with Doctor Yan. This plastic surgery is naturally far more than other plastic surgery doctors."

Yan Feifan was slightly stunned and asked, "Zhou Nan, do you know I have had a finger cut and replant surgery?"

"I know quite well, and the nurses in the department know it!"

Zhou Nan asked again with confusion: "Doctor Yan, isn't this true?"

Yan Feifan did not respond directly and asked again: "What else do you know about that surgery?"

Zhou Nan hesitated for a moment and said, "I also know that Director Chen had a stomachache at that time and had to leave the operating table."

"Before Director Chen left the operating table, he chose Dr. Yan, you took over the operation. This made Dr. Yu Quan feel that he was despised and insulted, so he submitted his resignation application in anger."

"Doctor Yu Quan resigned?" This was the first time Yan Feifan heard about it.

Zhou Nan nodded and said, "I really resigned. I said I had found a next home and I will leave this month on the 10th."

After the incident that day, Yan Feifan thought that Yu Quan would be severely criticized at most, otherwise Director Chen would not have issued a ban order.

Unexpectedly, Yu Quan was leaving.

It's just that he was forced to leave, or as the news said, he resigned in anger.

As for the news that Director Chen had banned spread, Yan Feifan was not surprised.

Nearly ten people knew about this at that time.

It is basically impossible to keep everyone completely confidential.

After chatting casually for a few more casual words, Yan Feifan felt that he had recovered almost and continued the operation.

This time, he insisted until the end of the operation.

At 4:35 pm, even though I had rested for more than ten minutes, I was still nearly half an hour ahead of Yan Feifan's estimated time.

He explained the precautions after the operation to Guo Fan's family. Yan Feifan washed up, changed his clothes, and had a short rest. At 5:20 pm, he arrived at the No. 6 hospitalization building.

Most of the patients in the hospitalization building No. 6 are from neurosurgery, neurology, and brain.

Yan Feifan went directly to the No. 5 single ward on the eleventh floor.

When he pushed the door open, he saw a thin woman in her 35 or 36-year-old wearing a hospital gown sitting on the hospital bed.

In the ward, there was also a middle-aged man and a ten-year-old boy.

When Yan Feifan saw this woman in the hospital gown, he was stunned.

He first exited the ward, looked at the ward number, confirmed that he had not taken the wrong path, and walked in again.

"Are you Liu Ming, a patient with intra-spinal tumors?"

The woman in the hospital dress stood up, nodded, and said, "I am! Are you Dr. Yan? Come and do a puncture test for me?"

Yan Feifan, full of confusion, looked at the woman in the hospital gown, came to the bedside, and picked up the medical record card hanging on the bedside.

When he saw this, countless grips popped up in Yan Feifan's heart.

The patient's name on the medical record card, the two words "Liu Ming", were clearly put into his eyes.

In the medical information that Yan Feifan received before.

The patient's name is Liu Ming, who is 42 years old this year, 1.67 meters tall and weighs 71 kilograms.

When Yan Feifan saw the person in the ward, he realized that there was a huge difference between her and the patient he imagined.

To prevent it, Yan Feifan asked Liu Ming to take out the MRI image of her tumor.

Yan Feifan took the picture and looked at the light outside the window.

Yaya, it's all different.

At this moment, Yan Feifan had the urge to curse.

He actually encountered an unexpected low-level mistake. I wonder which guy under Lu Jun sent him the patient's information incorrectly...
Chapter completed!