The operation was temporarily stopped on the projection screen in the conference room.

Mr. Huang slowly closed his eyes, "Shen Lang, come and help me pinch my temples."

Hearing Mr. Huang greeted him, Shen Lang hurriedly came over, kept bowing his head and apologizing to all the seniors sitting behind Mr. Huang.

The second row of the bulls were all from the imperial capital and the demon city. They watched a little doctor receive the call from Mr. Huang in surprise, as if he was calling his grandson, and they were all envious.

Shen Lang carefully behind Huang Lao in a narrow passage given up by the boss.

"Old Huang, you can do it according to the literature." Shen Lang asked worriedly.

Huang Laoshu closed his eyes comfortably and asked after ten seconds, "Do you think he can do it when Zhou Congwen performed laparoscopic esophageal cancer resection?"

"No." Shen Lang told the truth.

"Why?"

"Our third hospital had undergone radical esophageal cancer surgery before, but not too many of them. I have seen less than ten cases. If you say it wrong, don't say it to me." Shen Lang tried hard to be cute and found a supplement for himself first.

Shen Lang is actually very brave, but the situation is different today. The seniors and big guys of the thoracic surgery department gather together. Shen Lang is a small fish and dare not even breathe.

But he was worried about Zhou Congwen and plucked up the courage to speak in a low voice.

"Talk casually and tell me what you are doing." Huang Lao smiled.

"The radical surgery for esophageal cancer is too difficult. Not only does it require thoracoscopy, but also laparoscopy. You know, in our grassroots hospital, the appendix can only be removed. There are very few gallbladder surgery."

"I graduated from Congwen and I and were assigned to the Third Hospital. I have never seen him perform a laparoscopic operation independently."

"So I don't think it's possible."

Shen Lang told the truth, saying all his questions in front of Mr. Huang.

Academician Chu, who was beside Mr. Huang, had a deeper understanding of Zhou Congwen from Shen Lang's words.

It turned out that he was really not a surgical beast carefully prepared by Mr. Huang, it was just a coincidence... it was also wrong. Zhou Congwen had been waiting for Mr. Huang to summon him.

As for the fact that I wanted to accept Zhou Congwen as a student at that time, it seems like a joke now.

"Simulation, do you understand these two words?" Mr. Huang suddenly asked.

Shen Lang shook his head directly, "I don't understand."

"Some people don't need to do surgery. When they see others undergo surgery, they can simulate a lot of information in their minds. This is also called talent, which is the food that the ancestors give to them." Huang Lao said lightly.

"Uh..." Shen Lang didn't understand at all.

"Zhou Congwen is such a person. He has a very high talent, and it seems to be a little higher than when I was younger." Huang Lao smiled slightly, "In 1979, I was on the list of the second batch of people studying abroad."

Shen Lang, Academician Chu and the thoracic surgery directors from the imperial capital and the demon city all calmed down and listened to Mr. Huang telling about the past.

"I went to the Cleveland Clinic, where I saw a lot of new equipment. The local doctors were also very friendly to me and gave me a lot of convenience. I lived there for less than a month, and the monitor and ventilator were broken... I won't talk about this."

Mr. Huang paused, "I saw a brand new thoracic surgery and cardiac surgery, and saw many procedures. There was no surgical video at that time, and I only watched many procedures once."

"Then it's time. After returning to China, I made a general feeling about each technique and made some improvements based on the conditions at that time."

"No one taught these. They were founded by me and the doctors and nurses in the team."

Shen Lang felt awe-inspiring.

In the past, Huang Lao was just an abstract concept in Shen Lang's impression.

He is the Taishan Beidou and Dinghai Shenjian in the domestic cardiothoracic surgery department.

Many of the procedures were performed by Mr. Huang, and then they were promoted clinically. 912 also became a blessing in the eyes of cardiothoracic surgeons.

But when Mr. Huang talked about this process, Shen Lang understood that he could do it after reading it. When he came back, he could think about it himself. The meaning contained in this sentence is not simple.

If I change myself, let alone, even if someone teaches me step by step, I will not make any progress in a year or two.

Wang Chengfa had a saying at the wine table where he was founded in the thoracic surgery department that no matter how stupid a person is, I will let him have surgery for three years, but can’t he learn how to operate?

But Mr. Huang didn’t need to teach him, he just “simulated” himself.

At that time, Mr. Huang was already in his fifties and had such strong learning ability.

"I always told Deng Ming that I should believe in talent. Mr. Yu used his brain to calculate nuclear explosion data, which is the top talent. My little talent is nothing, and it is incomparable to Mr. Yu."

The more modest Mr. Huang is, the more he admires Shen Lang.

Compared with the world's top talent, Mr. Huang is a person with a tyrant, and he can only smile.

"Zhou Congwen is also a person like this. Now he looks a little better than me, and he has caught up with a good time."

"Good time?" Shen Lang asked subconsciously.

"Yes." Huang Laodao, "Now all kinds of surgical videos are like mushrooms after a rain. There are also the Internet, and things that were impossible to do on the Internet before have become possible."

"If I had these when I was young, my current achievements would definitely not be just a little bit."

When everyone heard Mr. Huang's words, they were silent.

If Mr. Huang’s achievements are just a little bit, then...what is a huge achievement?

This is what Mr. Huang said himself, but after careful consideration, it seemed that this sentence was a bit showing off and a little dissatisfied.

Mr. Huang seemed to have the idea of ​​competing for power after watching Zhou Congwen's operation. Unfortunately, he is old and his hands, eyes, and body skills cannot keep up.

If you were a few decades younger, you wouldn’t be a battle of mutual appreciation?

Soon, someone thought of the word "talent" mentioned by Mr. Huang.

Someone looked up blankly and stared at the screen opposite Mr. Huang, which had no projection.

Is it because of the difficulty of using a laparoscopy to perform surgery like a barrier to sleeve cutting?

This is completely different from the various experiences summarized in clinical practice. In the past, everyone thought that surgery was a job that practice made perfect.

But proficiency makes perfect cannot explain why Zhou Congwen can perform laparoscopic sleeve surgery proficiently.

Still very talented!

Some directors sighed deeply and shook their heads slightly.

"Do you guess Zhou Congwen can take down the double-sleeved surgery with a laparoscopic?" Huang Lao asked lightly.

Shen Lang smiled and did not answer.

"I guess, he can do it." Mr. Huang suddenly kept running, and the figure on the screen was shaking. Zhou Congwen had already brushed his hands and stood in the position of the operator in front of the operating table.

"What do you think?"

Mr. Huang’s last words were asked by me, I don’t know if I asked Shen Lang or Academician Chu around me.

Everyone was silent, holding their breath and watching the old man Huang praised the operation.
Chapter completed!