Five Hundred and Ninety-Three Frankness, How Can I Be More Honest, Naked?

Zhang Fan also has his own style of surgery.

Because of his precision and the tempering of his hands in the system, it has reached a certain level.

Therefore, ordinary operations often require the surgical field to be able to see blood without seeing blood. It can be said that even among several senior brothers, there is no one who can find a cleaner surgery than Zhang Fan.

In the words of master brother Zhou Hongyi: Zhang Fan has a perverted requirement for the surgical field of view! In fact, this is also the fault of the system. The surgical simulation body given to Zhang Fan by the system is bloodless.

Over time, when Zhang Fan performed surgery in reality, he felt that the operation here should be the same as in the system.

Of course, ordinary doctors can't do it, but Zhang Fan is different.

However, today's operation, according to Zhang Fan's previous operation style, would be bloody and rotten.

When the large and small intestines were turned over, the blood was flying like rain, but one or two blood beads could occasionally be thrown up.

It's not that Zhang Fan doesn't have time to stop the bleeding, it's really troublesome to glue the two ends of this thing together.

Taking people as an example, there is nothing wrong with a man and a woman kissing briefly, as long as they meet each other's eyes.

But even if the relationship between a man and a woman is very close, if you ask the man to use the woman's toothbrush, or ask the woman to use the man's toothbrush, you can see if it works, for a reason, the organ is the same.

Although everyone is a comrade in the trenches, drinking the same tube of blood, in fact, although the two parties are holding hands and flesh-to-blood, once they cross the line, they must let the other party know how deep they are.

Therefore, it was quite difficult for Zhang Fan to sew.

Like tying a pocket, this kind of stitching method is probably not well known to the people in the city. Growing up in the countryside may understand.

Every autumn after the grain is harvested, the sack made of sackcloth is the kind that is filled with grain, leaving only a small opening in the sack. Not only must it be tied tightly with a rope, but also the opening must not slip when moving.

If time is not considered, there are many people who can do this kind of stitching. After more than ten years of attending, it can be hand-sewn beautifully and perfectly.

It's definitely not the kind of condom that deliberately pricks a few holes.

But if this kind of stitching can be done within three minutes, not to mention Huaguo, it is estimated that the world can say it.

This thing, sometimes the world is too cruel, the more you reach the top, the more you pay attention to talent.

The high-speed operation, the sweat of Zhao Jingjin's knotted head,

My knotted wrists are starting to ache.

After so many years, Lao Zhao finally experienced the soreness of his wrists caused by the left and right spirals.

But Xiao Zhao, Zhao Zipeng is not very tired, anyway, as long as he stares at the knotted hands, he leaves, Xiao Zhao clicks and it's over, don't cut the intestinal wall, don't cut the knot and it's OK.

Just like the life-threatening golden scissors, it's click anyway, looking at the slightly trembling wrist of old Zhao, Xiao Zhao finally understood a sentence, there are really exhausted cows in this world, and there is no dry field. It's so easy to clip!

One lap, one lap, just like taking the subway on the Ring Line, there are not many thick tubes, and Zhang Fan really took a lot of effort.

Ligate, close, stop the bleeding!

Zhao Yanfang held ice cubes in one hand and a warm water hot compress in the other, enjoying the duality of ice and fire. One eye was fixed on the timer, the other on Zhang Fan's hands and pipes, and she wanted to remind Zhang Fan at the time point. Where.

To be honest, it was too difficult, even if she followed her master, Lao Songtou, to do the transplant, it would not be so dangerous.

Moreover, she was the one who proposed this plan, and the pressure in her heart can be imagined.

A cold hand, as if the time is coming to an end, and the intestines have not yet closed.

A warm hand,

Seeing that the color of the intestines is still pink, and has not turned black into fungus, she can feel at ease.

One and a half minutes, "It's half time!"

Zhao Yanfang took the time to look at Zhang Fan's expression.

She herself had no idea, and wanted to see if she could see some information from Zhang Fan's face.

Humans are amazing, just like fortune-telling, many people often go to fortune-telling with answers in their hearts.

Then spend some money and want the other party to say what you think in your heart, but you don't want to admit it, as if you can confirm it when others say it.

But this time, Zhao Yanfang really had no idea, so she just wanted to see Zhang Fan's expression and give herself some comfort.

As a result, Zhang Fan, who was wearing a mask, had no other emotions other than sparkling eyes, as if he hadn't heard the time reminder, let alone frowning, he didn't even move his eyebrows.

Zhao Yanfang wanted to remind her again, but seeing Zhang Fan's dark and shining eyes, as if he was going to eat people, she didn't say anything else.

On the side of the operating table, Bayin, the equipment nurse, threaded needles and threads. To be honest, this girl is usually careless and heartless.

But her skills in the operation are almost the same as the head nurse in the operating room, and because the little girl is young, she has surpassed the head nurse in threading needles and threading, even relying on hand speed and eyesight.

After all, the profession of nurses, especially nurses in the operating room, is often at its peak in its twenties, and once it is over thirty-five, it is like a female star, and the road is getting narrower and narrower.

Itinerant nurses and anesthesiologists stretched their necks and looked into the operating table on tiptoes. They wanted to see the results, but they were afraid of disturbing the doctor's operation. They seemed to be dead. At the auto show, the uncle was facing the BMW Mercedes-Benz, trying to find a way to bend over and lower his head to pick it up. The ticket wants to see what color the chassis of this luxury car is, and he is afraid of meeting acquaintances who will say that he is not ashamed, and dodges like a voyeur.

Zhang Fan, Zhao Jingjin, and Zhao Zipeng, captain of the chrysanthemum guard, couldn't care less about time at this time.

This thing has no turning back from the beginning.

Now even if there is not enough time, can you still dismantle it without stitching it?

Therefore, the great surgical god in ancient times said a word.

Before the scalpel was drawn, the doctor was like a duke's wife, a lady or even a queen.

But once the scalpel is drawn, if it succeeds, the queen can become a queen, but if it fails, she will become a slut, and God can't help it.

So, now Zhang Fan and the others are running in the direction of one step emperor and one step slut.

If you run fast, even if you walk out of the operating room with a belly full of crabs, you can still make people say, a knife.

running slowly...

So, at this time, how could he care about time, Zhang Fan wished he could sew with a needle holder with his fingers spread out.

Sew, the inner layer of the intestine is easy to sew, and the outer layer is also easy to sew.

The difference is that the middle layer is different, because the freezing causes the upper layer to shrink and the lower layer to protrude.

Once the inner layer sets the tone, the middle layer will follow the tone.

Often it is either a part of the strengths or a part of the short. It's like an apple bitten by someone with rotten teeth.

In two minutes, Zhang Fan finally sewed to the outermost layer.

This highly intense operation, three minutes is definitely more tiring than ordinary operations.

For example, routine appendix surgery and gallbladder surgery, Zhang Fan can easily do it all day without breaking a sweat.

But this kind of operation can only be performed once a day. If there are too many operations, let’s not say whether it is successful or not. Humans are just like a big rooster among a hundred hens. They are still raised in captivity and cannot even run The kind that fell off, the cockscombs on the top of the head are drooping.

Finally, when the minute hand of the long leg was still hesitating in the middle, Zhang Fan's stitching was completed.

"Quickly, remove the ice cubes and revive them!"

Zhao Yanfang was waiting for this sentence. After quickly removing the ice cubes, she immediately took the warm saline, and quickly poured the saline into the interface between the small intestine and the large intestine.

Then immediately, both hands grasped the ends of the stump that had just been sutured, and began to knead on the side of the suture opening that was biased towards the frozen small intestine.

Zhang Fan was frightened to death, his eyeballs were about to burst.

Normally, this kind of work is done by him himself, but Zhao Yanfang didn't expect Zhao Yanfang to do it. He is really worried about the other people.

Don't look at this thing as a small job, if it is not done well, the stitches will be broken by rubbing and rubbing twice, and he will have no place to cry.

As a result, after Zhao Zhao Yanfang and Zhao's instructor started to operate, Zhang Fan gradually felt relieved.

"Girls are more suitable for this job!" Old Zhao and Zhao Jingjin also took a breath, and then said something to Zhang Fan.

Zhao Yanfang didn't have time to talk, but she glanced at Old Zhao.

Old Zhao was a little embarrassed, as if he understood something, "I said it's girls' hands that are gentle."

"Forehead!"

Zhao Zipeng and Zhang Fan didn't pay attention at first, but after this explanation, they both looked at Lao Zhao.

"No, I mean, Director Zhao is highly skilled!"

Old Zhao is like slapping himself on the mouth, making you talkative when you have nothing to do!

In fact, this activation is very simple.

It is to pick up the frozen intestinal tube with both hands, lubricate it with warm saline, start from the proximal end, slowly knead and knead it, and rub it towards the distal end while rubbing.

And not once.

It has to be repeated many times. If the head is said to be high and the feet are said to be low, the intestines of the lying Stan local tyrant are actually rubbing up and down in Zhao Yanfang's hands.

Moreover, the most embarrassing thing for Old Zhao was that because of the lubrication of warm salt water, there was a slight sound between the intestines and Zhao Yanfang's rubber gloves that made women blush and men wanted to hear.

This sound is especially like the air in the sausage with plastic gloves when filling the sausage while cooking at home.

Old Zhao probably wanted to be that way too!

Of course, he also hoped that Zhang Fan and Zhao Zipeng would think so.

After activating it for about ten minutes, the temperature of the intestinal tube finally came up, and the originally pale and off-white color gradually became rosy.

Because of the skillful and gentle technique, there is no edema in the intestinal tube, and because the blood vessels are unblocked, the intestinal tube is not congested and swollen. It seems that the operation is successful in terms of blood vessels.

Because Zhang Fan hated Zhao Yanfang during the operation, Zhang Fan wanted to ease the relationship, so he said: "Yes, Director Zhao's technique is still amazing."

"Forehead!"

It was Lao Zhao and Zhao Zipeng's turn to look at Zhang Fan.

Zhao Yanfang ignored Zhang Fan.

Damn it, Zhang Fan felt that he would stop praising others on the operating table in the future.

"Enema, look at the side leak!"

Zhang Fan hurriedly said something to the itinerant nurse.

The itinerant nurse smiled at me, and came over with an enema the size of a pillow.

The bag of enema solution is definitely slightly larger than the average pillow, and this one is not for children, it is a pillow for fat people.

Hanging on the infusion stand, and then taking out the infusion head, the itinerant nurse got into the surgical cover and put it under the patient's drape.

Because the operating table is sterile, it cannot be opened, and it cannot be higher than the surgeon's waist.

Therefore, the itinerant nurse could only half-squat, and then got under the blanket.

The towel is as big as a double bed sheet over a single bed.

The itinerant nurse got in, as if entering a quilt.

Holding the infusion head, the itinerant nurse said something.

"I plugged in!"

"Okay, let's get in!"

Zhang Fan, Zhao Jingjin, and Zhao Yanfang each held a piece of gauze, as if they were using a white paper towel to catch something, and the three of them surrounded the stitched ends with gauze with three hands.

Another nurse stood on tiptoe and grasped the enema bag the size of a pillow with both hands, pinching it vigorously, just like a man who has been hungry for three days squeezes steamed buns.

Because the pressure is not enough, if you don't pinch it, the enema solution will come too slowly.

With the entry of the enema liquid, the gas in the intestines first ran from the bottom to the top, gurgling!

It seems that summer is the same as dead house water, gurgling.

The enema fluid, which finally passed through the large intestine, slowly flowed through the stitched ends.

Zhang Fan waited, as if there was no leakage.

Then pick up another piece of clean gauze and gently wipe the broken end of the intestine.

Take a closer look, "It's done, there is no leakage!"

After saying this, Zhao Yanfang finally felt relieved.

The next surgery was much faster.

"What did you just say? What skills do I have?" Zhao Yanfang looked at Zhang Fan who was in charge.

"Uh, it's nothing!" Zhang Fan was a little embarrassed, and cursed again in his heart, "Did I say it alone? Old Zhao also said it. Why did you ask me alone!"

"I have some ideas about this Crohn's. You have to assign people to me and provide funds. I want to set up an experimental project team. Tea has wiped your ass since I was a child. I am also a well-known medical doctor. How is the doctor?

It's been a long time without results! "

"Eh!" Zhang Fan not only scolded his mother in his heart this time, but also showed reluctance on his face.

Can't this person be more frank when dealing with others? The virtues of the Hua Kingdom have been passed down from ancient times to the present.

A person with such a high degree is really a dick who didn't study in vain, and really picks the time to make a request.

Zhang Fan didn't agree.

"How much money do you want? It can't be too much, and the people are even worse. Now there are only a few PhDs. If you ask for more, other projects will have to stop."

"Five million starts, the more the better. I'll find the person myself! But the laboratory must have a dedicated one for me!"

Zhang Fan was about to cry.

This is so fucking cruel.

Several laboratories are used by several other project teams in rotation, so she just opened her mouth and asked for an exclusive one.

Zhang Fan wanted to say, "You are so beautiful."

"The money is negotiable, it's only for the laboratory, absolutely not, even if you kill me!"

Zhang Fan refused without hesitation. Damn put the nose on the face.

"Okay, five million! Anyway, I'm in charge of the laboratory!"

"Ah! Let me tell you, let's be more frank in the future, shall we?"

"Can we? Aren't we being honest?"

Zhao Yanfang looked at Zhang Fan innocently!

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