The patient's lungs...

It is like a wood carving, with countless golden pearls of all sizes embedded on it.

The shadowless lamp was bright, shining on the golden pearls, reflecting the light of seven-colored glass. Wang Chengfa stared blankly, with only one thought in his mind. Is this a relics?

It does look the same as the relics in Wang Chengfa’s consciousness. The patient’s lungs have at least dozens of beads of different sizes, and the color is also beautiful and golden.

Just a glance at Wang Chengfa knew that he was wrong. The tumors in advanced cancer are all gray and choking, and there will be no golden tumors at all.

Zhou Congwen... No, what Mr. Huang said was actually true!

Before opening his chest, Huang Lao said that the tumor inside was yellow, and gold was also a kind of yellow. This is how golden and golden came about. Wang Chengfa spontaneously found repairs for Huang Lao in his heart.

Even a doctor who has worked for decades has never seen such a scene in front of him.

Almost all the heads that could move in the operating room gathered together, staring at the golden pearls covered with lungs and staring at them dumbfounded.

If it weren't for the idea of ​​asepticity being branded in my heart like a brand, I'd probably have to come over and touch it to see if it was a "golden pearl".

"Boss, guess right." Zhou Congwen smiled.

"Well, the crescent moon sign in the film is very typical. The more typical the film is, the closer the color is to the golden color." Huang Lao said lightly.

Although Zhou Congwen and Huang Lao were talking, they seemed to have no intention of each other and reached into their chests at the same time.

Although they were sterile gloves, both Huang Lao and Zhou Congwen made judgments based on their own feel.

How much force is needed and what to do when the blunt separation is done, I naturally have an idea.

"Concentrate." Mr. Huang tapped Zhou Congwen's tweezers with hemostatic forceps.

"I know, boss, don't worry about my work." Zhou Congwen began to pinch the connective tissue and assisted Huang Lao to escape around the outer capsule.

Mr. Huang did not have the surgery immediately, but looked up and looked at Liu Wei with a very satisfied look.

"It's good anesthesia, it's not tight at all when entering the chest."

Liu Wei was proud of himself, this was Huang Lao’s praise!

"I think I have also gotten into the deep vein. There are so many hospitals that can do at the grassroots level. You guys are intent."

Liu Wei suppressed his smile and tried his best to be reserved.

But the smile from the bottom of my heart could not be suppressed at all, and it naturally came out, and the eyebrows and eyes were full of pride.

Huang Lao chatted for a few simple words and bowed his head to start the operation. Zhou Congwen knew that the boss’s habits were too difficult. The boss relaxed his spirit before concentrating on wandering, so as not to get too tight and cause distortion.

"Anesthesiologist, do you have analgesic pumps here?" Deng Ming was Ersuke and asked bored when he was free.

"Director Deng, I know the thing you mentioned, our hospital has not yet entered." Liu Wei replied.

"Oh, I went to West China to observe an operation this year." Deng Ming looked down at Zhou Congwen to assist the boss in his spare time. He was surprised and said casually without any care. "After the operation, I saw a patient with a caesarean section at the door of the operating room. The patient's lover was really distressed and almost cried."

"He asked, Doctor, my wife is afraid of pain, you didn't use vibration~ Did you?"

"Ah?" The instrument nurse was stunned.

She didn't expect Director Deng from 912 to also play jokes on the operating table.

I thought that the great experts in the imperial capital were serious, but I didn’t expect that I could not touch the North when I started making jokes.

"I didn't understand what was going on at that time. I asked a doctor from West China around me. He said it in Trump and normal Mandarin before I understood it. It turned out that what he wanted was analgesic pump, but I heard it wrong."

The atmosphere in the operating room became cheerful.

Director Deng drove casually and told jokes, and the operation was probably fine.

But they didn't understand Deng Ming. Deng Ming just said casually, not thinking at all. Now his entire focus is on the operation.

Zhou Congwen's right hand tweezers and his left hand fingers were helping the boss to move freely. His movements were very light, but Deng Ming saw Zhou Congwen's "rough" inserting his fingers directly.

This action scared Deng Ming, but he did not stop him because the boss didn't say anything.

Moreover, Deng Ming noticed the actions of the two, and his cooperation was a little unfamiliar at the beginning.

However, as the outer capsule of the "Golden Pearl" was cut, Zhou Congwen's hand began to slow down, and the rhythm was getting more and more similar to the boss's pace.

The rhythm is so mysterious, but the level of surgery can naturally be seen when it reaches Deng Ming's level.

The two of them seemed to be playing the piano, with a wonderful rhythm. A melody echoed in Deng Ming's ears, melodious and elegant.

These golden pearls "intacted" in the lungs look brilliant, but they can actually be said to be shattered. In addition, there are connective tissues and alveolar adhesions around them, so it is not easy to free them completely.

And it does not mean that the high level of the savant and Ichisuke can have an effect of 1+1>2. In most cases, 1+1＜2, or even ＜1.

But Zhou Congwen is different. He doesn't have his own personality like an ordinary surgeon.

After the simple running-in at the beginning, Zhou Congwen seemed to have found the boss's rhythm immediately and completely destroyed his personality in a very short time.

All his operations follow the boss, without any waste, unnecessary or subjective operations.

Cooperating... I really turned around with a slap in my butt, Deng Ming thought.

Deng Ming became more and more surprised the more he looked at it. Zhou Congwen's level was far higher than he thought!

Asking for yourself, Deng Ming would have a tacit understanding of his cooperation with the boss if he stood in the position of Ichisuke.

But it was a result of many years of surgery. Everyone knows many habits, and they don’t even need to think about it and know what the boss will do next.

But what about Zhou Congwen?

It took him a few minutes to find the boss' rhythm, frequency, and then...

Deng Ming felt that he could not see through Zhou Congwen and could not understand this young man.

From the exact same bent down and walking with his back to the operation, he cooperated with his boss perfectly. If it weren't for the fact that he was too different in age, Deng Ming would have thought that Zhou Congwen would be the boss's illegitimate son.

"Director Deng, you often go abroad." The instrument nurse asked when she saw that there was no movement on the operating table for a long time. Huang Lao and Zhou Congwen were busy.

"Well, going abroad two or three times a year is not too much." Deng Ming looked at the martial arts area and said carelessly.

"Does foreign doctors also drive on the operating table?"

"It may be that there are people who are visiting the surgery, and I have never heard of it. But there are many cases of anesthesiologists and circuit nurses playing with their mobile phones." Deng Ming said casually, "I don't carry people on my back."

"Oh, I thought they were the same as us."

"Maybe the level is not high and it's too nervous." Deng Ming said.

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Chapter completed!