"I heard from Yuan Xiaoli that there is not much gas in the chest vial after the operation, and it is estimated that it will be gone in about three days." Lu Tiancheng told the truth.

Zhu Jun frowned.

"Master, we all know the patient's condition. The emphysema is very severe. How did they get the cut? There was no air leakage."

"Nonsense!" Zhu Jun glared at Lu Tiancheng, "What does it mean to not leak? Isn't it said that there is gas in the chest bottle? It's all over the place. If there is no leak, what is the chest tube drawn out?!"

"Yes, yes, yes." Lu Tiancheng lowered his head.

He knew very well the grudges and hatreds between his master and his senior brother, especially as Yuan Xiaoli and others also underwent surgery, Zhu Jun's mood became increasingly wrong.

No one expected Li Qinghua's "revenge" to come so quickly.

My colleagues around me went to the Third Hospital to look for Li Qinghua without undergoing surgery in the People's Hospital. This is a humiliation for Zhu Jun.

Lu Tiancheng also knew very well about this.

Zhu Jun didn't say much, but called the patient's family to the office to explain the condition, which showed that he could not have the surgery and the patient could not come to Taiwan.

But there is a technique.

At that time, Lu Tiancheng thought that his master was preparing to spit on his face, acknowledged the advantages of thoracoscopy, and then vigorously carried out laparoscopic surgery.

But when Zhu Jun sent the patient's family out of the director's office, he whispered behind his back that if the operation fails, he doesn't know how much money he will pay, so how dare he do it.

Hearing this sentence, the patient's family paused clearly.

At that time, Lu Tiancheng knew what his master really meant.

Sometimes there is no need to provoke it. Just say a word without being sloppy and picking up the greedy thoughts in people's hearts is enough.

In this regard, Zhu Jun is obviously extremely experienced.

This is the control of the human heart.

Lu Tiancheng also knew very well that human nature could not be tested casually. There were really not many people who could withstand the test, and it could even be said to be very few.

When he learned that Li Qinghua was about to undergo surgery, Lu Tiancheng endured it and did not call Li Qinghua. Instead, he learned about the situation on that side through Yuan Xiaoli and the others and obtained enough information.

In Lu Tiancheng's opinion, the operation cannot be successful and the patient is determined to die.

The difference is whether you die at home or in the ward.

The difference is whether the doctor who handles the treatment is in trouble.

The difference is whether the patient's family makes a fuss after his death.

But what surprised him was that the operation was successful and the patient's blood oxygen saturation could be maintained at about 95% without taking oxygen.

This seemed impossible to him.

You should know that patients are suffering from geriatric diseases, whether they are emphysema or respiratory failure, are pure surgical taboos.

It is already very bold to dare to have surgery, but you can do it well while doing it!

Senior brother Li Qinghua... and the stable Zhou Congwen actually turned the impossible into the possibility.

Lu Tiancheng remembered the incident of asking him to have the "main surgery" that day, and the young man with clean eyes but deep eyes.

No wonder the Master’s face looks so bad.

Lu Tiancheng lowered his head, dared not say a single word, nor could he say it. He stood quietly, this was the best way.

Zhu Jun cursed vaguely. Although he stood in front of him, Lu Tiancheng couldn't hear clearly what his master was scolding.

"Go, let Yuan Xiaoli not be discharged from the hospital in a hurry, and see for two more days." Zhu Jun said coldly at last.

"Okay, Master."

"Go and go, don't say I gave it to you." Zhu Jun waved his hand in disgust and drove Lu Tiancheng out, like chasing a fly.

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...

"Qinghua, the surgery is so good. I see that the patient is not angry in the chest vial. You are so brave. I guess no one dares to do such an operation even if you go to the provincial capital." Yuan Xiaoli sat in Li Qinghua's office and communicated.

"What's the use of good surgery? The patient's family still doesn't agree with it." Although Li Qinghua said that, his face was still filled with a smile.

The smile is sincere. Yuan Xiaoli knows the mental path of a normal doctor very well. Even if the patient's family is picky and even has bad intentions, Li Qinghua is still happy for the successful completion of a difficult operation.

As for the remaining troubles, the ship will naturally straighten when it reaches the bridge.

"Qinghua, the operation is so difficult, how did you do it?" Yuan Xiaoli asked curiously.

"You may not believe it if you speak it out."

"You said that, you can still go to God." Yuan Xiaoli laughed. His pathological results were benign, so he was in a good mood recently.

And he really doesn't believe what Li Qinghua said. The surgery is just that little thing. Chest surgery with emphysema has always been a minefield, and it is very difficult to get it off. But apart from sutures, Yuan Xiaoli couldn't think of any possibility.

"I didn't do the key steps in the surgery." Li Qinghua said frankly, "It was Zhou Congwen doing it."

"..." Yuan Xiaoli was stunned.

Is that newly mentioned responsible attending doctor? Is he so powerful?

"I was stunned when I saw the operation. He used a straight-cut stapler to cut out an arc and cut it out with a U-shaped cut."

"I!"

"Hold!"

Yuan Xiaoli's words and two words were separated, and his tone was completely different, as if two people were talking.

Li Qinghua said it very simply, but Yuan Xiaoli, who had used a linear cutting stapler and understood the "U" suture, fully understood what he was talking about.

Is it a myth?!

Or are you kidding?!

Yuan Xiaoli stared at Li Qinghua in a daze.

Li Qinghua shrugged, "I don't believe it either, and I still don't believe it, but Zhou Congwen did the operation in front of me."

"Qinghua, are you sure you're not kidding?" Yuan Xiaoli asked in a stern voice.

"Of course not. I can cut the arc with a straight-line stapler. I think this thing is incredible." Li Qinghua smiled bitterly, "But this is the fact."

"The arc can indeed solve part of it..." Yuan Xiaoli also tried to use the word "U" to explain the principle of less air leakage after surgery, but after saying a little, his thinking was pulled back.

The straight cutting stapler was full of this thing in front of him.

If there is a curve, the consumables vendor will probably be scolded to death. The regional manager will roll it home and farm it. The regional manager must come to the door to apologize.

Otherwise, no matter how preferential the consumables policy is, you won’t want to sell a single one.

Yuan Xiaoli was puzzled and stared at Li Qinghua in a daze. The two of them stared at each other, but Li Qinghua didn't know how to explain, so he could only remain silent.

After a while, Li Qinghua said, "Xiaoli, I didn't believe it before, but now I really feel that thoracoscopy can do sleeve cutting, not only sleeve cutting, but also esophageal cancer, and the speed is faster than chest opening and less damage."

Yuan Xiaoli was stunned for a moment and smiled bitterly.

How do you refute yourself?

When it is about yourself, choosing where to do surgery has exposed your bottom line.
Chapter completed!