Two Hundred and Seventy First, Something Big Happened!

He's coming in! "The supernatural doctor of Golden Retriever Mayo muttered softly.

"Yeah, he's going to enter!" A team of doctors also unconsciously replied.

For Zhang Fan, from the beginning of the operation, they still had the idea of ​​expecting something wrong with Zhang Fan.

But as the operation progressed, they were all experts, so they understood it at a glance. Zhang Fan's surgical technique was obviously fine, and they might not be able to find any flaws even with their strict nitpicking. They understood that Zhang Fan's surgical technique was really good It's very good.

They may even be taller than them, but for this, not only are they unwilling to admit it with their mouths, they are even unwilling to admit it in their hearts.

"He doesn't use a microscope!"

The surgeon on Brother Turban's side said something in surprise.

Just this sentence made the eyes of the surrounding European and American teams shine like knives, meaning that they don't know how to beep beep beep.

For this kind of surgery, it doesn't make any difference whether there is a mirror or not, because even if there is a mirror, you can't see it.

When the hurrying Tutanzi group entered the observation room, Zhang Fan had already opened his head, and the probe was about to enter.

"Mr. John!"

"Mr. George!"

As soon as they entered the door, they knew quite a few people. "Do you know Dr. Zhang Fan from Chasu? Why have you never seen him at an international conference, never seen him at an SFN conference, and never seen him at a CSHA conference.

I haven’t even seen a journal published by Zhang Fan on Neurosurgery. Which hospital does he belong to? Is it a hospital with a digital security level in your country? "

This question is embarrassing for the earth jar.

"Um, Mr. Tony, Dr. Zhang Fan is the director of Cha Su Hospital. He is not actually a neurosurgery doctor."

"Oh. My God, is it the cerebrovascular, or the skull base? Shui Te, when did the nerve surgery have been ruled by these branch doctors. Who is his teacher, from your country? It shouldn't be, Dong From the country of Jinwanzi?"

Tutanzi's leadership was even more embarrassing, so embarrassing that he wished he could turn around and walk out of the observation room right now. "Well, he is registered as an orthopedic surgeon in our country, and his master's and doctor's teachers are all Academician Lu of general surgery.

Last year, his main research direction was antiemetic drugs, and this year's main research direction is hepatitis B. "

"Um, Nima, are you drunk!"

A few people couldn't continue talking after a few words, because Zhang Fan's probe had already entered, deeply inserted into the old man's brain.

A group of people waited quietly, looking at Zhang Fan's probe while looking at the older man who grew happier.

I don’t know if the old man sang a little song about letting the camels go. Anyway, Zhang Fan was a little irritable when he heard it, babbling, just like a broken door that was in disrepair was blown here and there by the strong wind, and the hairs on it could stand on end. The sound of sour teeth rose.

Entering bit by bit, before the operation, Zhang Fan almost seared the old man's video examination into his mind.

On the sagittal plane and coronal plane, the probe seems to have eyes, avoiding blood vessels and important areas.

Surgery outside the brain, to be honest, is really meaningless. This one can't be moved, and that one can't be touched. It's like junior high school students falling in love. They can only touch their hands. If they dare to do anything else, the little girl will probably sue her parents.

Anyway, in the wired space, Zhang Fan hid here and there, and he still had to find a way to get in. To be honest, although the orthopedic surgery didn't take much effort, this thing was useless. Ten minutes, Zhang Fan felt as if it had passed. The same for a long time.

My head is sweating.

Finally, Zhang Fan's hands didn't move at all, and he said, "Here we are."

When Lao Luo looked at the engraved line of the probe, it seemed to be a little over, but the old man sang very happily, so Lao Luo felt relieved.

This place is not a joke, it is really going to be deep, but it is not a question of bleeding or not.

Slowly, the slender negative pressure suction device wrapped around the probe and dived down.

"The pressure is turned on to the minimum, 1, 2, 3 starts."

At this time, the suction device seemed not to be opened, only a slight vibration, and no sound at all.

One minute

Five minutes, just when everyone felt that Zhang Fan hadn't inserted it in place, the black and red blood clots, like a lump of melted Dove chocolate, slowly moved outward on the tube wall.

"He did it, and he did it perfectly! It's brilliant!" After speaking, several golden-haired doctors in Mayo took a deep look at the orthopedic doctor, turned their heads and left.

They have this card, they have the card to leave early, do they want to communicate with Zhang Fan, to be honest, they do, but they can't afford to lose this person.

Some doctors followed Mayo's, but some didn't, such as a few doctors in Mishima, and a few doctors in Maruko Country.

A surgery, from beginning to end, to be honest, the thrilling part is the few insertions, if the insertion is not good, there is no need to talk about it later.

The old man was probably tired from singing too, "Can I have a drink of water!"

"No, you still have to sing." Zhang Fan didn't care about the old man, but the anesthetist Lao Huang said something to the old man with a smile.

"This is the only time in my life that I hate singing so much."

The old man started again.

The old man was forced to sing for four hours, and finally the operation was completed, and the sober old man sighed deeply.

Really, at the beginning, he was worried about the operation, but after an hour, he was in no mood to worry about the operation at all. He just wanted to know when the fucking doctor would stop him from singing.

"Thank you, thank you very much!"

Under the envious eyes of a group of doctors, Brother Turban held Zhang Fan's hand. The master stationed in Afghanistan squeezed his eyes and coughed at Zhang Fan, meaning to say a few words on the occasion, and the reporters around the master were ready.

In the end, Zhang Fan didn't seem to notice it, "It should, it should, Your Highness, that's it, there is still something to do with Cha Su, I think the operation is completed now, and your country's medical level is also good. Look, Can we go back sooner?"

In fact, what Zhang Fan meant was, check out quickly, and check out while the heat is hot, maybe you can order more points.

The master's mouth was twisted with anger, who the hell is this, it's too bad to be on the stage.

No one understands the meaning of Zhang Fan's words. He still wants to let go of the friendship between the two countries at half past seven. Now, what a fool!

The prince had an understanding expression.

In the reception room of the hospital, "Swordsman Special Zhang, the total cost of the operation is three million, do we need our royal family to greet the returnees and go through the tax-free channel?"

"Euros?"

"No, the knife!"

The prince went to see his predecessor, and when he returned to the department, Zhang Fan blatantly asked for euros, but the officials politely refused.

Zhang Fan curled his lips, feeling in his heart that this local tyrant is not that rich.

After the handover, Zhang Fan went out to thank Tutanzi, after all, he came from thousands of miles away.

As a result, as soon as he left the reception hall, he had only walked about ten meters ahead when he heard the officials behind him and trotted after him.

Zhang Fan looked surprised: Did he go back on his word or agreed to pay me back the euros?

"Our former boss wants to meet you."

Zhang Fan is already a person who has seen the world. For him personally, this amount of money is too much, but for a team, it is really not much.

"What are you going to do? The anesthetic hasn't passed yet, so he shouldn't feel any discomfort!" Zhang Fan was shaking like a child who went to the street and didn't eat ice cream. Although he didn't cry, he obviously felt uncomfortable. You can also see his displeasure.

Entering the ward, the facilities in the ward are very advanced.

The old man raised his hands, wanting to hug Zhang Fan, but Zhang Fan put on the old man's egg face in disgust.

"You should have a good rest, don't think too much, and wait for a review of tea in ten days. After all, postoperative recovery is a long and boring project."

Zhang Fan pondered, if you let me come again, I won't come.

"No, that's not what I'm thinking about. I'm assured of the level of Swordsman Special Zhang, but the people of A country should also enjoy the high level of medical treatment of Chasu."

"Damn, you don't want me to go to the clinic here!" Zhang Fan's face was half down.

Really, he would rather go to see a patient with ten yuan in outpatient clinics in Chasu than here. After all, he is a doctor in Huaguo, not Ahguo...

"My time is a bit..."

Before he finished speaking, the old man said with a smile: "I want Cha Su Hospital to establish a hospital in our country."

On Zhang Fan's slumped face, two masseter muscles instantly bulged up, and his eyes instantly became much bigger.

Zhang Fan embraced the old man's forehead and kissed it, "If it was from other countries, I would definitely not want it, because it would involve a lot of my energy, but you, I would, because we are friends.

For the new hospital, I think it’s better to let the construction team from Huaguo come in a little faster..."

"No, no, I discussed it with the current boss. Our first public hospital has been unable to develop. My idea is to completely upgrade this hospital and hand it over to you Huaguo. I don't know you yet. Hospitals are best at that.”

"I'll go, you're asking the right person."

Zhang Fan's mind was full of...

After leaving the ward, Zhang Fan felt a little floating under his feet, which is not an exaggeration at all.

"What's the matter? What's the matter? Is there something wrong with the operation? Is the patient uncomfortable?" The master asked Zhang Fan anxiously.

A group of doctors from the earth jar also came over curiously.

And Zhang Fan, as if he was drunk, asked for a long time, but did not respond.

At this time, the diplomats from the country of A came over.

"Our boss would like to have a word with you."

As the master walked, he looked at Zhang Fan anxiously.

"Isn't the operation perfect? ​​The Europeans and Americans didn't bother, didn't they just leave in desperation? What's wrong with this? Oh, what happened to Zhang Fan! What the hell is going on?"

After a while, the master also came out, he was not quite like Zhang Fan, but as if his tail was on fire, he said to his subordinates as soon as he went out, "Take care of Zhang Yuan, I will go to the embassy now, I will go back to the embassy now ,Ha ha ha ha!"

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