Super Magic Surgery System

Chen Qun, who was focused on performing the cholecystectomy, performed the "fight between the left and right" method that he had mastered a few days ago. Chen Qun, who was focused on performing the cholecystectomy, performed the "fight between the left and right" method that he had mastered a few days ago.    

What was he trying to do?    

Not to mention the assistant beside him who was holding the mirror, all the professors and experts along with Doctor-in-Charge were also stunned.    

If the most skilled doctors in the country were to be divided into ten groups, although the Concorde Hospital could not monopolize eight groups of doctors like Cao Zijian, it was not an exaggeration to say that it took up half of the four or five groups. Even though Xiangyun Hospital was ranked second, it was only able to occupy one or two rounds at most.    

The more than ten doctors standing behind the observation platform, any of them were all from the heart department of the hospital, Chair. They were all the authorities in this area and had done all kinds of heart surgery, even more than the beauties they had seen.    

There was no need to mention experience. Whether it was the skills he had learned or the skills he had learned from foreign countries, he had a good understanding of them.    

However, they could not understand it at all. What was Chen Qun doing, moving the tools from the mirror to the farthest corner? If one chose to attack from the distance, the difficulty would increase by countless times, and it would not be in accordance with normal principles at all.    

However, the scene on the big screen showed the other side of the mucus tumor, as if it had suddenly appeared out of the darkness. Before everyone could see clearly, the separation pincer and the grasping pincer had lightly extended into the line formed by the scar.    

The pincers gently picked up a piece of tissue that looked like jelly. It trembled slightly as if it would be crushed at any time by the pincer. It flashed, making people feel like their hearts were also jumping up and down rhythmically with this rouge colored jelly tumor.    

Most of the doctors that saw Chen Qun perform surgery for the first time felt that it wasn't a machine, but two spiritual palms that carefully and meticulously separated. What broke everyone's glasses the most was that the dull separation metal pliers would occasionally turn into sharp scissors, cleanly dissecting some of the mucous membranes.    

Chen Qun was very careful. Every time he finished a small piece, he would immediately stop the bleeding with a titanium clamp and an electric knife, reducing the amount of bleeding in the coronary artery to a horrifying amount. It could be said that everyone saw through Chen Qun's method of stopping the bleeding. He wasn't the kind of passive hemostasis that caused head and feet to ache.    

He immediately put down the titanium forceps to clamp the blood vessels before the operation began, and stopped the bleeding with an electric knife in the cut area. Especially during the busy process, he would remember to loosen and adjust the position of the titanium clamp so that his heart could once again receive the blood supply.    

Such details were unnecessary and unnecessary for most doctors who had undergone cardiac surgery. It was immediately understood that the reason for this was to minimize the risk of cardiac injury; however, there were pros and cons and the risk of other risks during the procedure was increased, especially if the duration of the operation was significantly longer.    

Time is life. On the operating table, this saying could be said to be a universal axiom. However, when they reached the point where they could no longer afford to do so, all of the cardiologists were enraged.    

He had grabbed the sesame seed and lost the watermelon!    

Every doctor had surgery in this way, so it was probably Chief Doctor who fell first instead of the patient.    

However, all the furious doctors were unable to raise any doubts.    

The reason was simple. Chen Qun was too fast, so fast that it was hard for the eyes to take in. However, everyone thought that he was very skilled at doing it. He simply repeated one monotonous action after another.    

The two directors who came over from the brain surgery department and Vice Director, they had already seen Chen Qun's operation speed and personal style last time, so they weren't that surprised. What surprised him was that his long-range operating forceps were not much slower than a pair of hands. There didn't seem to be much of a difference.    

As the surgery continued, the two Brain Department directors gradually understood why Chen Qun chose to perform a laparoscopic surgery to cut this difficult mucus tumor.    

Because this operation was at least one or two times less difficult than the previous one, he dared to use this minimally invasive procedure. His current technique was amazing, but compared to the two wires he had used that day, it could only be considered a normal skill.    

No wonder he was so skilled and bold!    

This was because to him, this was just a basic maneuver and there wasn't much skill involved. Even if there was a skill content, it was reduced to the point where there was no need for the skill content!    

Everyone knew that the world's best chef wasn't able to cook such a high quality and difficult banquet, but rather, he was able to cook an Egg Fried Rice whenever he wanted. He was able to swallow his own tongue.    

The simplest method would be the most difficult one. A great coincidence without work, returning to its original nature. This was the realm of a true Grandmaster!    

Brain Department Chair, who thought of this logic first, suddenly thought that maybe they also had tumors growing out of their heads, to actually come to such a different conclusion.    

How old is this kid? How could a 256-year-old youngster reach such a level? Could it be that he had been undergoing surgery since he was born? Wear a mask for mosquitoes and shave the legs of flies?    

Isn't this nonsense?    

However, the more Chair saw the facts, the more he believed that their judgement was correct. Chen Qun's operation was not only simple and straightforward, but more importantly, his rhythm was like the brain waves and electrocardiogram on the monitor. It was accurate, stable and never wrong!    

The kid played his surgery as a piano, or his piano skills, because of the rhythm of his surgery.    

There was no other explanation other than the fact that he was gifted and gifted, and that he was able to increase the rhythm of surgery across all fields into music that was out of bounds.    

Indeed, surgery was like music, art and mathematics. A genius with 1% talent would always be able to suppress 99% of the hardworking commoners.    

Talent determines the lower limit of one's skill, while personal effort determines the upper limit of one's skill.    

With his talent and hard work, he was like an operating machine. In addition to the scholar's syndrome, he was an "idiot genius". It was enough for normal people to cry in the toilet and slap themselves to death on the beach.    

The moment the two Chair thought about the fact that Liu Dapao had said Chen Qun was a scholar, they suddenly felt relieved. Wasn't this a mental illness? Ordinary people needed to be reasonable, Spirit Patient didn't need to be reasonable.    

No matter how amazing Psychiatry Doctor was, he was still mentally ill!    

This thought that could not be said out loud suddenly popped up in his mind. The two experienced and knowledgeable Chair instantly felt refreshed.    

Of course, they didn't know that it wasn't the two of them who had such an idea. They were not the first to think so, nor were they the last to think so. He didn't even have the mood to make things difficult for them.    

Normal people lose to a psychopath. This was only natural, because the circuits in each other's brains were completely different.    

The two Chair were completely unaware that they had triggered the reaction in their minds and began to involuntarily use their spiritual victorious methods to escape from the infuriating reality.