Super Magic Surgery System

In the evening, Ding Hang went to the patients' rooms in Chen Qun's diagnosis and treatment room to inspect once again. Seeing that the patient was free of any complications, Ding Hang felt more at ease to be able to lay on the bed and watch TV. After some thought, rather than promoting the patient as a critically ill patient with successful first aid, it would be better to advocate for a super difficult cosmetic problem.    

The theory was very simple. Rescuing emergency patients had always been a high risk, and the number of deaths on the operating table had never been small. Even if he didn't advertise, they would send him over.    

Compared to first aid, there was almost zero risk. There were very few cases where the patient's life was in danger, and the customer was countless times more likely to get an emergency treatment. He decided to use this opportunity to advertise to her about her beauty.    

When he finally reached the cosmetic surgery department, he saw a long queue in the corridor. They were all the family members of the hospital's staff, and most of them were women. They were in a flurry of discussion.    

"Oh my god, isn't that scar removal a bit too fast? It's almost like he didn't even sit on his ass to heat up and had his butt cut and stitched together. Isn't that a bit too fast?" Even if Director Song were to do it himself, he wouldn't be able to do it at such a speed! "    

"You don't have to do it. If you don't feel safe, go and take a look at those who have undergone the scar surgery. Who knows!"    

"He's a genius, different from us ordinary people."    

As soon as Ding Hang walked over, the others stopped talking and greeted him.    

Ding Hang couldn't help but ask, "How many scars has Chen already done?"    

"On average, one for five to six minutes. I've already done about forty of them!"    

Many of the hospital's relatives said these words with envy and jealousy.    

Everyone knows a little about medicine, about four or five minutes for a skilled old doctor, that is to say, to finish the stitching of a scar. However, the new guy had been circumcised as well. Furthermore, all seams are sewn with a hair-thick 7-0 natural collagen.    

In any case, it was an internal benefit of the hospital, so naturally they had to use the best seams.    

Everyone knew the principle of stitching surgery and embroidery, slow work on the fine work. However, Dr. Chen's hands were like god's hands. They were fast, accurate and steady. Sewing skin was like stitching stitches on a sewing machine. The sewing method was still the most difficult continuous stitching method. Most women do not know the various nouns of medicine, but the edges are clear.    

In particular, the stitches were completely aligned, and the stitches and wounds were barely visible.    

Ding Hang walked along the path that his family made way for him, and walked to the sole-opened sutures operating room. After all, it was a minor operation and he didn't need to collect the money, so he didn't need to do it so formally. Plus, most of them were family members of the hospital, so they were very clear about the hospital's rules. The glass door outside was covered with a plastic bag.    

Chen Qun and Zhang Xin had been here for three hours. Chen Qun didn't notice that there were four nurses behind him. Other than Zhang Xin, they were all old nurses in their forties. As Zhang Xin helped with the work before and after the operation, she even had a senior nurse by her side who would correct her mistakes from time to time. She wasn't polite at all.    

In order to find a suitable nurse, Ding Hang also put in a lot of effort to greet the nurse. This nurse was a friend's niece. She was a bit tough, so she had to speak a little more softly. But even if there was something wrong, she could still hear it clearly.    

As for why all the nurses chose women, Ding Hang was very clear about it. If Chen was more interested in a pretty and quick-witted girl, it would be a waste of time.    

The moment Ding Hang came over, he didn't even look at Chen Qun, instead, he looked at Zhang Xin's mental state. Seeing that the little girl was swiftly passing the needle holder into Chen Qun's hand, he took off his forceps and placed it back on the second empty spot on the right side of the surgical plate.    

After observing for a few minutes, he realized that the nurse had placed the instruments neatly on the left and right side of the room. On the left was the needle and thread, scissors, and scalpel. It corresponded to Chen Qun's continuous use of his right hand, and on the right was exactly corresponding to Chen Qun's left hand.    

After the surgery, the young nurse happened to pick up the two instruments on the table from beginning to end, and only jumped into position after finishing the surgery.    

His actions and Chen Qun's had a tacit understanding. The two of them didn't need to talk, and the tools Chen Qun needed were prepared by the nurse in advance.    

Such cooperation was like a golden partner. In an operating room where every second counted, it could save a lot of time and rescue the patients who were in danger from death.    

Ding Hang looked at Chen Qun's scar surgery and saw that his knife was precise and fast, like cutting through a cow. Ding Hang looked at Chen Qun's scar and saw that his knife was precise and fast. After cleaning the wound a little, she used her delicate hands to quickly embroider on the patient's skin. She was as stable as a monk using his arm to carry water.    

Even a picky doctor wouldn't be able to find any fault with his stitches. However, thinking about it, he felt that it wasn't strange. He had displayed a high degree of suturing ability under the microscope, and if the needle didn't even shake, then it wouldn't loosen up even a bit for the naked eye.    

How was this an unpolished jade? This was originally a Five Flower Meat Stone that was naturally crafted by a wondrous hand. It was the most precious treasure in the southern region of the Forbidden City.    

Ding Hang's eyes opened wide as he scanned the scene in front of him. If there was an old doctor who was familiar with Director Ding, he would obviously understand that he was scheming against him when he squinted his eyes.    

The location of the local anesthesia was completed in one go. He didn't even need to take a glance to know how confident he was.    

How can a scar incision not damage the capillaries below? Are you a microscope slicer?    

The edges of the wound were neat, even the crescent moon was stitched into the radiating stitches. Are you here to show off your skills?    

There seemed to be something wrong with the standard continuous locking technique, but he still couldn't find anything. He felt that there was a possibility of improvement?    

Was there even a possibility of improvement with this standard suture? He must be seeing things! If he dared to say it, he would definitely be sprayed to death by other doctors, because the patient's acupuncture was the best way to explain it.    

Ding Hang, of course, didn't know that with his many years of experience, he had finally found Chen Qun's weakness, or, it could be said, the technique with the least amount of experience he had.    

Chen Qun's stitching was done by himself, and at this time, he was still short of forty to fifty experience points to raise his Specialist Level. Compared to Ding Hang's Suture Technique, it was still lacking. However, for a palm that had almost perfect properties, the process of sewing it might still have some flaws, but the result could not be compared to Ding Hang's.    

To put it simply, Chen Qun's stats were 10, while Ding Hang's were 5. The difference was not as simple as just doubling his stats, but four to five times better.    

As Vice Director, Ding Hang obviously knew how to sew up wounds. Due to the different shape of the stitches, the result was also different, but Liu Tie was actually able to seal the stitches with a hair-thick stitch. It reached the textbook standard.    

In this world, geniuses and ordinary people are indeed not creatures of the same plane. Could it be that I have been a fake doctor for 25 years?