C1800 The Way of Surgery
C1800 The Way of Surgery
Chen Qun was not surprised by Dr. Dudley. He knew that yesterday's small electronic competition had covered several of the most likely and extreme symptoms in the surgery. He had dealt with them one by one. As for the other unexpected situations, they were not that serious, and it was even more difficult for Chen Qun.
If Professor Rotluff was not the best in the world of cardiovascular surgery and was not suffering from Level Four cancer, then. . . This was a simple cardiovascular tumor removal surgery. It was not a big deal.
In fact, the entire surgery process was just as Dr. Dudley had expected. Chen Qun only used two hours to complete the surgery and closed his chest. As for the surgery itself, it followed his usual style. It was light, calm, and even carried a trace of boredom and boredom as he finished the surgery.
During the surgery, Professor Rotluff's body did not have any accidents. During the bridging process, his blood pressure dropped a little, which was one third lower than his best condition. However, he was still about 20 points away from the police cordon. At this time, Chen Qun did not use any special medicine. He only injected a shot of cardiac intravenous injection and used the most standard resuscitation method.
After waiting for a while, Professor Rotluv's blood pressure slowly rose. It was like a machine that had regained some of its vitality.
Sitting on the observation platform, Professor Ichiro Anshan was the one who was watching the most attentively. However, unlike other people who were paying attention to the data and Chen Qun's movements, he was watching Chen Qun's smooth movements throughout the whole process. It was almost like he was watching the Dao.
If surgery also had similar skills to tea ceremony, then Chen Qun's skills had been deeply restrained. It became simple and clear, like pine trees and plum blossoms. He stood proudly in the cold wind. This kind of surgery that was light and casual was not something that every doctor could perform. After he was fifty years old, he would be able to achieve such an effect in the field of surgery that he was best at. But the difficulty was. . . Naturally, it could not be mentioned in the same breath.
After being a patient here for a few months, Ichiro Anshan had almost thoroughly researched Chen Qun. He had seen every surgery Chen Qun performed, so he could naturally tell that Chen Qun's technique came from the same line. He could even integrate another style into his original style after he joined the old military doctor's big knife and big axe style. He completed a qualitative improvement.
This step could be said to be too big. It directly surpassed all the Surgery Doctors in the world. It directly established his position as the number one surgeon in surgery. As for the subsequent steps, he only surpassed himself a few times. It became more and more difficult for him to surpass himself every time, but the further he went, the more difficult it became for him to surpass himself. The more he improved, the less technical it became. What was more, it was a state of mind and control of the entire situation.
For an old man like him, this was very useful. Even though his technique was deteriorating, and it was impossible for him to learn any new tactics or imitate Chen Qun's techniques, it was still very useful for an old man like him. Just learning this mentality could be said that his improvement was far from something that technical skills could compare with.
When his condition fully recovered, his surgical ability would also have an invisible improvement. Perhaps, he could also participate in the large-scale animal activity practice arranged by the hospital some other day. He could appear on the operating table as an instructor and show the "surgical method" that he had learned these days to the group of young people.
Perhaps, in the entire world, only those old fellows from Japan could learn the philosophy of surgery from Chen Qun's surgical method. After all, the two countries were separated by a great distance, and they belonged to the scholarly circle. They understood this kind of metaphysics. If it were other Westerners, they would only learn Chen Qun's technique, and not learn the more important mental state.
In the past, he had attached too much importance to his skills, so he rarely had the ability to perform surgeries while observing the overall situation. Perhaps now was the time to change himself.
Of course, Chen Qun did not know that his surgery would be very helpful to the person he did not like so much. If he knew about it, his expression would be very good.
The moment he closed his chest, the system's diagnostic panel gave him a number. "The surgery completion rate is 97%. Distance Perfect. [There's still a bit of distance between Flawless and Perfect. Please continue to work hard next time. ]"
Work hard your sister. It was clearly you who broke the system and cheated. You just took back two points of the data you just found and didn't want to give it to the treasure chest. However, I don't need to be calculative with you anymore. This is not a perfect surgery. I intentionally made a mistake when I sutured it, which means that I am still a normal person. There were also times when I was excited.
If I was as cold and heartless as a robot the whole time, I would definitely be seen through by the stubborn old man who had been staring at me from the top of my head. However, just one wrong stitch was deducted by two points. This lousy system is too black-hearted.
Although Professor Rotluv still had two tumors that had not been removed, for Chen Qun, If he had known that the remaining two surgeries were only a matter of time, he would have removed the source of the stubborn heart. The remaining two places did not even need surgery. They could be directly controlled by medicine. If he was a little whimsical, he could even use the newly created liquid nitrogen freezing therapy a few days ago to complete the treatment.
When he thought of this, he couldn't help but want to enter the System Space. He wanted to simulate the next surgery, and it was the moment he entered. He suddenly had a hint of understanding in his heart. He knew that he was truly floating, and he started to fantasize. Compared to those fancy things. . . It would be better to directly focus on the genetic medicine therapy to raise his Pharmacy level.
Compared to any external interventional surgery quality, medicinal treatment was the safest and safest method. Directly using medicine to kill cancer cells was even one of the difficult problems that human medicine faced.
Now, Professor Rotluff's cancer cells were being reduced under the control of genetic medicine, which meant that his genetic treatment was effective. Perhaps if he continued to work hard in this aspect, coupled with external treatment, it would be the most difficult Therapeutic Regimen. On the contrary, any surgical treatment would become without difficulty.
Compared to other doctors, he had the System Space and had time to stop. Comparatively speaking, he had unlimited resources to carry out common sense. Compared to those multinational companies that needed a large number of patients to carry out their three stages of pathological experiments, his patients were also unlimited.
However, there were both advantages and disadvantages to everything. Due to the anti-epidemic work being done too well in the country, there were no patients. As a result, they were unable to carry out the third stage of the test. They were even hailed as national level Versailles by netizens nationwide. Perhaps, he could also have a small Versailles in terms of medicine treatment.
Perhaps his treatment method was too advanced, causing the entire world to be unable to report it, and he could not reveal it, but at least Dr. Dudley was definitely interested. He could use the genetic medicine, which Dr. Dudley was most proficient in, to dig a big hole for him and make him jump down, while he watched from the side.
In an instant, another method to trick the great professor gradually formed in his mind.