Super Magic Surgery System

Dr. Robin, who was sitting on the observation platform, suddenly had a sharp eye. Although he was a neurologist, he worked with other departments to complete countless difficult operations. He was already aware of the extent to which the most common surgical procedures could be performed.    

The purpose of this operation was to test the abilities of the doctors who came from the Far East Public Hospital. According to Robin's conjecture, Chief Physician, who was on the same level as the other hospitals, could already be considered as having the highest evaluation.    

As for those Chinese people who could perform a unique neurosurgery, that was only because they used laboratory equipment. It was a victory for the Operating Instruments and technology, not because they were proficient in surgery.    

He even speculated that the majority of the repair operations for this syndrome were done by Robotic Arm and not by human hands.    

On the other side of Japan, wasn't a very advanced Robotic Arm that was just released? It was even named as a Hand of God, and there were already three of these in the hospital. Due to the limited environment, other than the welcomed orthopedic craftsmen, the other two places had given up on the idea of favoring others.    

A machine that selects both patients and doctors, no matter how elaborate it is, is a decoration.    

Of course, with the so-called honor and reputation of the Asians, spending one to two years to complete a difficult operation was theoretically possible.    

The case of lockdown syndrome just happened to meet the requirements of the doctors in the hospital who wanted to shock everyone. After a year and a half of checking the parameters, it was normal for them to customize an apparatus as a patient's special Operating Instruments. At the very least, he knew that several madmen had this hobby. It would take them several years to complete an operation.    

But what Robin saw was a young man who could be compared to any surgical master in the world, using an incomparably sharp blade to perform a crazy act of passivity separation. Although it was silent, Robin who was very knowledgeable, recognized it in an instant.    

Could it be that the young people these days have all evolved to such an extent? He did not need a long time of practice before he could reach the realm of legendary figures that only Surgery Doctor could reach.    

Perhaps, his eyes were seeing things?    

Chen Qun's separation only lasted seven to eight seconds. After all, the hyoid bone was less than a few centimeters long, so he didn't need to spend too much time.    

Next, he would use the scalpel to reconstruct a small neural tunnel, allowing the injured brachial plexus to "curve past the car" and move two centimeters away, leaving enough space for the suture behind him.    

His Number Ten scalpel carefully drew a semicircle between the fascia, exposing a small segment of the brachial plexus. He then used Edison's forceps to slightly move it.    

"Needle holder, 10-0 strong thread, I want to perform neural-sheath microscope stitches!"    

Chen Qun passed the two instruments to the side and issued another command.    

Dr. Robin, who was sitting on the observation platform, immediately gave an order that no one could refuse.    

"Turn the lens to the microscope, increase the brightness of the lamp by one notch, and pull it down by two feet, with an angle of seventy degrees to the sutures on the left shoulder of the patient."    

If Chen Qun's surgical suture had greatly surprised him, he was more concerned with observing the Suture Technique under the microscope of this Far East doctor. The surgery was done well, and it was not necessarily done well under the microscope. This was the consensus of all the Surgery Doctor.    

Chen Qun involuntarily raised his head and looked at "Einstein" outside the glass wall. He immediately knew that this foreign doctor possessed the same level of skill as Fellow Jiang Ming, especially since the lighting angle had set a fine requirement. His level was at least that of a Grandmaster.    

Others may not know why the light is slightly slanted to make the field of vision brighter and easier to sew up.    

Even though Chen Qun didn't need it, he could sew it up without using a microscope. At least, in order to keep a low profile and make a comeback, he chose to sew it up with a lower difficulty level for all the doctors who disagreed with him.    

He sewed five stitches into the severed brachial plexus precisely. Each stitch was exactly the same, as fine and neat as an industrial suture.    

Then, Chen Qun did something that stunned everyone. He once again pulled the biceps back to its original position and used the same 9-0 nylon suture to resuture the soft tissue through the original needle hole. If not for everyone watching with their own eyes, they wouldn't have been able to tell that this was the second suture.    

Everyone knew that there was a slight change in the position in front, but Chen Qun could still restore everything. How much computation ability was needed first?    

Chi Hong understood immediately that Chen Qun had been deep in thought with his eyes closed for dozens of seconds. The purpose was to reconstruct the stitching path with his genius mind, and at the same time make use of the original stitching position.    

For others, this might be done to show off their skills, but for Chen Qun, it was simply to reduce the damage done to the patient.    

Otherwise, with Chen Qun's Suture Technique, the stitching method used by Chief Doctor just now was simply a crude inferior product. He was only slightly more skilled than a rookie with a very weak hand like hers.    

If he didn't have to worry about causing more injuries to the patient, Chen Qun could have done better sutures himself. No doctor would even blame him for doing the wrong thing. Just by comparing the neatness of the needle's eye, one could tell how big of a gap there was.    

After the soft tissue and the muscle bundle were sewn together, the next step was the vascular anastomosis. For Chen Qun who possessed the Grandmaster Level of true essence, it was simply a textbook type of vascular anastomosis. The procedure was simple and had a rhythm.    

The others didn't find it hard to deal with, but for the experts Robin and Lee Bing, they could not take their eyes off it. A thought appeared in their minds at the same time.    

"So vascular anastomosis can be done like this?" All of the difficulties have disappeared, and the only requirement left is accurate. "    

Lee Bing had only just thought of this and immediately threw all thoughts of studying to the back of his mind. Although this method seemed simple, it was actually the most difficult. It was just like how Bolt could easily run from a hundred meters to ten seconds. Even if he were to use all sorts of stimulants, he would still be able to run less than thirteen seconds.    

In other words, Chen Qun's action was to tell you the answer. Even if you copied it, you wouldn't be able to do it.    

This talent that did not require any skills had made the operation so boring.    

Wu Dingguang could tell from Dr. Robin's motionless dark green eyes that he was imitating Chen Qun's movements. The tips of his fingers were unconsciously moving and he couldn't help but slightly glance at the corner of his mouth.    

"Damned old man, you have already passed your peak. No matter how much you learn, you won't be able to learn it. Just conserve some energy!" I was just accurate. "