Super Magic Surgery System

It only took Chen Qun 3-4 minutes to bring the patient to the surgical emergency treatment room on the first floor of the Beihe Hospital. Chen Qun then ordered a young doctor and two nurses inside the room.    

"Give me 10 – 0 seams of gel protein, prepare for local anesthesia, and a surgical microscope. I need to do finger sutures."    

Before the other doctors could react, he immediately turned to the chubby chef who was about to speak, "Master Song, don't worry. Suture your fingers within 15 minutes is the best method to recover at least 95% of their function. "Since there's no time to send you into the operating room for general anesthesia, I can only anesthetize your arm and immediately sew it back together."    

The fat Chef Song closed his mouth and whispered, "Can I find a Chief Physician to perform surgery on my behalf? "I know your hospital's Director Fang. Can you notify him to do the surgery on my behalf?"    

"Fatty Song, you misjudged me this time." This Dr. Chen is the Surgery Doctor with the best Xiangyun Hospital, he can sew you up, he's at least a few grades better than me. I can guarantee that your fingers will be perfectly intact. "You got lucky today. Since Dr. Chen is here, I will listen to him."    

A fair and clean middle-aged doctor walked in from the outside. He smiled at the chef next door and waved his hand. The nurse chased everyone out of the ward to prevent further infections.    

As the North River Hospital's Surgery Chair, Director Fang was found at a high price by Leeyun Group from the inland province's hospital. Although he had been busy in the hospital for the past few days, he clearly understood how much power this gentle and quiet young doctor in front of him had.    

The moment he opened his mouth, the big boss behind the boss of the hospital immediately arranged for the manpower and material resources to be transferred to him for installation as soon as possible. Even the two famous Chair from the Xiangyun Hospital looked at him differently and did not treat him as a student at all.    

As Surgery Chair had a normal IQ, Director Fang only needed to ask a little bit to get a general idea of his situation. Only then did he realize that he was the next generation which was groomed with all his strength by Xiangyun Hospital, and was developing towards being the industry leader. Of course, he was more interested in seeing how skilled this young man who was rumored to have performed better than all the doctors and specialists was.    

Chen Qun turned a deaf ear to these words. At this moment, he unwrapped the inner part and wrapped it with a fresh film. Then, he immediately disinfected the fingers that were covered with ice cubes. On the other hand, Director Fang did not mind at all as he acted as an assistant, directly using the anesthetic needle to give Fatty Song's left hand a local anesthetic.    

Chen Qun immediately put on his monocular microscope, placed his severed finger on the operating table, held the needle holder in one hand and the hemostatic scissors in the other, and quickly sewed the fat chef's severed finger. Although this was the first time he had reattached a severed finger, he didn't have the slightest bit of worry or hesitation. Instead, he confidently began to sew up the blood capillaries right after processing the patient's finger bones.    

Seeing him holding a tiny needle tip, Dean Fang rapidly sewn together the capillaries. When he came across the torn part, he used a hemostatic scissors to make a fine fix before continuing with the anastomosis. Just by looking at the stitching speed, it was possible to deduce that he had done it at least a thousand times. He was simply skillful to the point of not being able to do anything at all.    

The needle in his hand did not have any unnecessary movements, nor did it have any fancy techniques to show off. It was so simple and clear that it could sew up multiple capillaries between his fingers. In less than ten minutes, all the capillaries were processed and the next round of stitching began.    

Dean Fang came from Central Province, so he didn't have the arrogance of a developed city doctor. Seeing that Chen Qun had almost completed all the sutures by himself, he was as precise as a hospital's most advanced Medical Apparatus. Before he could experience it, the young man in front of him had completed the entire operation.    

The younger generation was truly formidable!    

This was the only thought on his mind as he thought of a joke. Just like the steamed buns in university, when he took the first bite, he did not find the stuffing. However, when he took the second bite, he realized that he had already eaten the stuffing.    

The operation on Dr. Chen Qun in front of him was as quick as a joke. Before Dr. Chen Qun could come back to his senses, Dr. Chen Qun had finished stitching his severed finger. All the time added up to about fifteen minutes.    

Other than being shocked, Director Fang could barely speak. It would take him at least two hours to perform the operation on his own, and he would need a microscope on the operating table to do it. It wasn't like this young man had nimbly completed the entire operation with a tenfold monocular microscope.    

It was no wonder that the boss of his own boss would assign a secretary to be in charge of his logistics work. The technique of hand surgery alone is at least one of the top five in the country. Normally, when other doctors reached this level, they would have at least reached the peak of their forties. And Chen is only 25 years old, when he reaches the peak of 40, he will definitely be a world-class master surgeon.    

At this point in time, Director Fang did not even have the mood to compare. Knowing that he came from a less developed region in the middle of the country and had always lowered his personal attitude, he did not look for trouble and started to feel like competing with little Dr. Chen.    

Otherwise, if he had been a little bit more competitive just now, he would have been the one slapped in the face. Presumably, the big boss of his boss would not mind his feelings at all.    

This was the difference between people.    

Perhaps, he could use this opportunity to get to know the Chair from Xiangyun Hospital. It was possible for him to go over to the Xiangyun Hospital realm to learn some advanced techniques. After all, this community hospital was very free, and they would only meet again after a few days of surgery. If the condition was slightly worse, he would be sent to a few large hospitals in the city.    

He, Surgery Chair, was more like a health care doctor who had suffered a backlash. Since he had nothing better to do, he would go to the most famous Xiangyun Hospital in the country to steal his teacher's skills.    

Chen Qun didn't know what the chief doctor was thinking. He finished stitching his finger, looked at the patient's fingertip, and gently poked it with the hemostatic scissors. He saw a piece of the fingertip slightly sink down, then in the blink of an eye, pink blood flowed into the muscles, and the fingertip automatically protruded and returned to its original state.    

Fingertip capillary regrowth is in good condition.    

Chen Qun put down the operating forceps in satisfaction and instructed Chef Song, who was rolling his eyes. You need to go to the hospital for an operation and stay in the hospital for a day. "I'll give you another test tomorrow afternoon to see how you're doing before you leave the hospital."    

Director Fang laughed beside him.    

"Old Song, I'll give you seven days of hospital time. It can also be considered a rest and vacation. In any case, our boss's boss has money, so you don't have to save it for her and rest in peace for a few days. You don't have to watch your boss. Chen, it is fortunate that Old Song met you. Otherwise, if this forefinger of his were broken and I had to reconnect it, you wouldn't have been able to do this. "Old Song, I'll wait for you another day. Making a few dishes that you're good at and thanking Dr. Chen is the best way to repay them."    

A bunch of gluttons! However, Chen Qun had to admit that the dining hall here was at least two to three grades better than the dining hall at Xiangyun Hospital. This chef should be a top grade chef or something like that.    

He didn't think too much and agreed with a smile.