Super Magic Surgery System

Just as Chen Qun and Lee Xin rushed over to Intensive Care Unit, they met a group of girls blocking the door. There were also quite a few flower and fruit baskets on the side corridor, and when they saw Chen Qun walking over, they couldn't help but raise their heads and look at him, discussing about him carefully.    

"This is the doctor that saved Little Qiong. His surname seems to be Chen …"    

"Isn't he in plastic surgery? Why would they operate on little Joan? "    

"You foolish girl, she is Surgery Doctor. He was the one who had operated on the patient on the giant poster in the plastic surgery department. "I heard that it's..."    

A girl suddenly lowered her voice and whispered something to her companions. All the girls covered their mouths and started twitching. They stared at Chen Qun with weird expressions and greeted him.    

"Thank you, Dr. Chen!"    

"Dr. Chen is here to see a patient?"    

"Little Joan is in ward 303 …"    

However, when they saw Dr. Chen run into the surveillance room No. 306, the girls were dumbfounded. A girl was still shouting behind them.    

"Dr. Chen, you walked into the wrong room!"    

However, when the two doctors didn't return, the girl outside immediately started chattering and complaining.    

"He doesn't know how to please girls at all!"    

"As long as you don't have a girlfriend at work, you really can't find one."    

"That's right. Little Jun has just woken up and isn't going to strike while the iron is hot. What a piece of wood!"    

Chen Qun, who had heard a few random words in the ward, suddenly realized that compared to these girls, the group of chauffeured men he faced were the perfect standard of patients. He just wanted to get the money and sign off, not caring about the doctor's demands.    

As for girls, they were completely different!    

In this Intensive Care Unit, the attending physician was injecting amiodarone to the patient for rescue. As the drugs entered the patient's body through the veins, the numbers on the screen slightly changed.    

"The patient's symptoms have worsened and a septic embolism has begun."    

The doctor in charge of Intensive Care Unit directly gave his diagnosis and conclusion, and turned his gaze towards Chen Qun. There was even an indescribable look of anticipation in his eyes. Right now, within the Intensive Care Unit, he had already pulled five to six extremely dangerous patients back from the line of death.    

Unlike all the other patients, all the patients who were seriously ill had recovered well. Miraculously, there were no complications or sepsis. If there were only one or two examples, it could be said that he was lucky. But there was no exception to any of his cases. It could only be said that his luck was extremely good.    

Or rather, it could be said that his surgical techniques were much more brilliant than any other Surgery Doctor, which was why such an outcome had occurred. On his operating table, the bleeding patients were all stopped immediately, and all kinds of sutures were more carefully, neatly and carefully compared to Chair's cure plan, which was also the most advantageous for the patients to recover later on.    

To a doctor of the Intensive Care Unit, the best way to judge a doctor's medical skills wasn't whether or not the patient returned from the operation table, but whether or not the patient was able to slowly recover in the Intensive Care Unit. But it could be said that no doctor could avoid the dangers of an operation.    

There were many patients on the operating table who had been saved and killed in the intensive care unit in the blink of an eye.    

The only exception they saw was the patient that Dr. Chen rescued.    

The patient in front of him was also found by Dr. Chen. Now that the person was here, the patient should naturally be left for him to deal with. There wasn't a doctor or nurse present who thought there was anything wrong with this idea.    

Everyone had forgotten the fact that Dr. Chen wasn't even our hospital's doctor. His official identity was only the rehabilitation nurse for Zhang Jun and his wife.    

Hearing that, Chen Qun pointed to a few spots on the patient's body and definitely came to a conclusion, "The patient's several infection metastases occur on the prosthetic graft placed at the plastic surgery site. In order to treat the patient, the source of the infection must be removed first. We need to operate immediately! "    

The anxious middle-aged man looked at Chen Qun in surprise and asked blankly, "Who are you? You have the final say?"    

Lee Xin, who was standing at the side, was very clear on the thoughts of these people. He immediately answered for Chen Qun, "I am a Ph.D. in pathology at the Chicago Hospital in the United States. This is my name card. Dr. Chen's plan is the best choice. Now that the patient is not going to undergo surgery and the lesions are spreading to the other five organs, no one can do anything about it. "    

Doctor-in-Charge immediately chimed in.    

"Your lover's illness was discovered by Dr. Chen. In the entire critical ward, there are six endangered patients. All of them were saved by Dr. Chen. The two patients who were involved in the accident a few days ago and the girl who was hit two days ago are on the other side of the ward. You can check their medical records and their recovery. "    

The middle-aged man looked at Dr. Lee Xin's name card and saw that there was a string of English words written on it. He could barely understand it, and after hearing what Doctor-in-Charge had said, he just assumed that Dr. Chen had returned from America and was taking care of the patient in Red Cross Hospital for the time being.    

With a sudden resolve, he quickly changed his words to Chen Qun, "Dr. Chen, I'm sorry, I just saw that you are very young and not like the attending physician. You made a big joke and I formally apologize to you. "Then I will listen to your arrangements. Please, you must save my lover."    

It was Chen Qun's first time encountering such a situation, so he was somewhat helpless. He muttered, "I will do my best to save the patient!"    

He still had an ace scroll that he could use at the most dangerous moment. The lover who saved Lee Xin almost used it, but it turned out that the patient simply had a massive hemorrhage, so he stopped using it.    

It's the same now.    

Ten minutes later, Chen Qun walked into the operation room again. To him, removing the prosthesis was a simple subcutaneous operation and removing the prosthesis was very smooth.    

As for Lee Xin, he was busy sending information about the patient's condition to foreign countries and asking how to treat it with medicine. However, due to the time difference, no one answered the phone and almost no one replied to the internet.    

Within less than an hour, Chen Qun had removed all the grafts on the patient. He had disinfected a few infections and did it smoothly, almost in one go.    

Such speed and cleanliness left the nurse and the two assistants dumbfounded. Even Ding Hang and Woo Hongming, who were watching the operation from the observation room upstairs, looked at each other in dismay. To be treated like him... The assembly line movement was shocking.    

Other doctors perform surgery by thinking about repeatedly cutting the wound and then slowly removing the stitches according to the situation. Every time Chen made an incision and exposed himself, the blood vessels on the patient's body would be avoided. The wound was very small, and only a little bit of blood would seep out. Before the nurse finished cleaning the blood stain with hemostatic gauze, Chen would remove the prosthetic silicone or other compound that the patient had transplanted into the patient's body, as if he could do it with his eyes closed.    

What shocked them the most was that even though Chen's operation was one or two times faster than usual, the stitches were still as meticulous as before, like a work of art.