Super Magic Surgery System

Hearing Nurse Zheng, who was managing the operating room, Professor Qin found the young man surnamed Chen, who performed the best surgical procedures in the emergency room, to coordinate with him. He knew it was for his own good. After all, he had a good relationship with Nurse Zheng, and since he happened to be a neighbor of his, she wouldn't screw him up, so she was prepared to agree.    

But that little doctor surnamed Chen actually volunteered to perform the interventional surgery for him. His face immediately darkened. However, seeing that the doctor's words were more polite, the old neighbor on the other side gave him another look, indicating that he agreed. He thought for a while and decided to show off the surgery he had just learned. It was an itch in the hands of a young man who would not die until he had reached the Yellow River.    

Professor Qin was a little dissatisfied, but he had already passed through the prime of his youth. He calculated secretly, even if that young man failed the operation, he would just stab another hole in his pulmonary artery the day before. His injury wouldn't worsen, not let him poke his heart and brain, if he made even the slightest mistake, he would die.    

Moreover, this young man only suggested five minutes, and not a single interventional procedure could be done in five minutes. Since he was learning from Fellow Yang, he should be telling the truth. Right now, his hands are probably itchy and he wants to try it out. If he was lucky, it would be even better if the blind cat hit a dead mouse and solved the problem.    

After all, this young man called Chen Qun was a newcomer who everyone in the hospital believed to be extremely lucky. Even Huang Shiren, who was tired like a dog all year round, had to settle this major international drug problem because of his luck. He went straight to the South Pacific island to take a vacation.    

Professor Qin thought for a moment, then pointed at the display with one hand. "I haven't taken out my catheter, but I'll give you two minutes. You can practice it and see if you have a chance to find a bleeding spot." Now that I'm old and my hands aren't as nimble as they used to be, maybe you can make up for it. But you must be careful not to pierce through the Vascular Wall. "    

Two minutes?    

Are you joking?    

Chen Qun muttered in his heart. He knew Professor Qin had given him face, otherwise, which professor would be on the operating table and let an unfamiliar Doctor of Impatient Department mess around? It was enough to dissuade most of the professors from thinking that someone was responsible for the problem.    

It seemed like he would have to lose a bit of the system's practice time again. Chen Qun immediately used that time to enter the operating room of the system. He exchanged the patient's condition in front of him for a copy of the endoscope.    

Twenty minutes later, Chen Qun withdrew his System Space and stood at the place Professor Qin stepped aside to let him go. His right hand gently held the control handle of the catheter, and like a snake, he gently twisted and turned the tube in the patient's bronchus towards the point of bleeding from the pulmonary artery.    

Professor Qin's chin dropped to the ground as he saw Chen Qun's experienced and practiced way of operating under the mirror. This … His skill level was so high that he almost doubted his own life. He felt like a phony professor who had performed hundreds of phony interventions. Only then did he understand why Huang Shiren suddenly stopped. It was because he was slapped to death by the student on the beach.    

This young man was better at interventional surgery than his favorite pupil, Dr. Gu. What angered him the most was that his specialty was surgery, and interventional surgery was just beginning. A new technique was better than his own, and the surgery must have been impeccable.    

Huang Shiren had found a free worker who was even better than himself. It would be weird if he didn't squeeze himself to death and could cultivate the younger generation.    

Professor Qin immediately understood his old neighbor was really a good man with a sharp tongue and a rotten heart. The real purpose of forcing Chen Qun to come over to help was to make this young man take over if anything happened to him while he was in surgery. It was said that the last time Huang Shiren was kicked by the patient, it was this young man who continued to replace him on the operating table.    

While he was thinking, he suddenly heard Chen Qun give an order to the nurse beside the ventilator, "I found the bleeding spot, turn the pressure on to the minimum, and see if I can use a titanium clamp to hold the bottom of the pulmonary artery under the lower lobe of the lung. Let's stop the bleeding first and then repair the wound!"    

While he was talking, the endoscope tube had already delivered the titanium forceps. In the last few sentences, he ignored the bleeding point and clamped the pulmonary artery in the lower lobe of the lung. The falling blood pressure and oxygen on the screen recovered a little.    

"Quickly suck in the blood!"    

Chen Qun quickly gave the order for his assistant to start the catheter that was already being drawn, and to suck out the congestion in the lungs.    

Professor Qin, who was the instructor, opened his mouth wide. He had never dreamt that this young man didn't follow common sense and didn't care where the bleeding point was. He would first close the valve on the blood vessel before sucking up the blood, even though doing so would result in insufficient oxygen and volume in his blood.    

But if he moved fast, he could suck the blood, stop the bleeding with an electric knife, and then release the titanium clamp. It would cause the smallest damage to his heart and lungs.    

Why was the mind of a young person so eccentric? Why was he always looking for a bleeding spot to stop the bleeding? Why didn't he consider stopping the bleeding from the source?    

Professor Qin felt that his IQ had suffered a crushing blow and that his face had also suffered a heavy blow. But no matter what, it was better than holding a piece of lobed lung and saying to the patient, "Your operation was successful, except for the absence of the left lobe. You can continue to breathe through the right lobe!"    

As soon as Chen Qun moved the tube to the scar, he stopped what he was doing and turned to look at Professor Qin.    

"Teacher Qin, I don't know what to do next, so I'll have to invite you to do it!"    

Young people these days were good at acting, but Professor Qin knew that Chen Qun used all his words as a pretext to cover for him. In any case, he was still a Group Professor, so how could he have the nerve to go up and take over the surgery that the young man did not do wrong?    

"You did well, continue to do the next part, adjust the electric knife's power to the middle level, slow down at the bleeding point, your hands must be light, and not surpass you by counting up to two digits each time you touch the surface …"    

Professor Qin had already made up his mind. It was rare to see such a young man with high level of surgery and a low profile. Just his performance was enough for them to befriend him. This kid's future would be limitless. Even if he called her "Teacher Qin", he would have more face.    

Ten minutes later, the minimally invasive surgery had been done beautifully and his lungs had been cleaned and repaired. The scars formed by the electric knife alone were as neat as a pancake.    

With this kind of technique, although he said that he couldn't operate it, he could only trick the students beside him.    

Huang Shiren had also experienced this kind of situation before, and he probably got slapped in the face by this student multiple times. In the end, he just went to the beach in the South Pacific and laid down on his corpse.    

Chen Qun didn't know Professor Qin's plan, so he turned to look at Zheng Head Nurse. "Auntie Zheng, you are in charge of the operation scheduling. Can you arrange me a few simple operations, the thrombus category? I want to do a few more minimally invasive surgery to complete the tasks assigned by Elder Yang."    

Professor Qin immediately smiled. "Just ask me. I have at least dozens of these thrombus patients. I'll arrange one for you. Send one of them over tonight."