"Deng Chaohong, do you really think your surgery is better than mine?" Xue Hengsen asked.

He had doubts, but as a top magician, Xue Heng had a deep understanding of himself and the industry.

It is no exaggeration to say that his attainments in sports medicine must be among the top five in the country. Although Deng Chaohong's level is not low, there is no way to compare with him.

It is estimated that Deng Chaohong was fierce in appearance and inwardly inwardly, and he was exerting extreme pressure on himself. If he gave in due to the pressure at this time, he would be laughed at by Deng Chaohong for the rest of his life.

"Look, let's see how far your surgery has progressed," Xue Heng said.

"Haha, Brother Xue, let's forget it." Deng Chaohong said with a smile, "You still have to catch a plane, so don't delay your return to the imperial capital."

Now Xue Heng was even more sure that Deng Chaohong was lying to him. Feeling confident, Xue Heng grabbed Deng Chaohong.

"Deng Chaohong, your surgical skills have not improved. You have used these crooked tricks! No, even if I don't return to the imperial capital, I have to see how far your surgery has improved over the years."

"Where are you showing off the classroom? Let me see your surgery!"

Deng Chaohong was just a little embarrassed, worried that it would be embarrassing if Ji Xiang accidentally bumped into him and exposed him.

But Xue Heng was convinced that his surgery was not as good as his, so Deng Chaohong was heartbroken and went to get the storage equipment for the arthroscope. Without leaving the operating room, he directly borrowed the demonstration room in the operating room and started playing the surgical video.

"What's the secret classroom? Your economy is poor and the equipment in the operating room is bad." Xue Heng said disdainfully when he asked about not being able to play the surgical video on two screens.

"It's no problem to play back one operation after another." Deng Chaohong took the time to call Ji Xiang. He was relieved to know that Ji Xiang was busy in the ward.

Both of them are full of confidence,

Both of them believed they could win,

The two knew each other well and both thought the other's surgery was rubbish.

This weird scene made Tang Yan feel funny.

The anesthesiologists and nurses in the operating room all know who Deng Chaohong is. He usually doesn't even bother to use other people's surgeries to increase his own worth.

But Professor Xue Heng from the imperial capital was so annoying that Tang Yan didn't expose Deng Chaohong's little tricks and watched the surgery broadcast with a smile.

The surgical procedure in the memory card was displayed on the screen, starting from the entry of the arthroscope into the joint cavity. Xue Heng glanced at it and determined that Deng Chaohong's surgery was more difficult than his own, and he suddenly became confused.

But in an instant he snorted coldly, "Deng Chaohong, are you going to finish the operation after doing it for a while?"

"No, the operation was very successful."

"Haha." Xue Heng sneered. He had already sketched out Deng Chaohong's operation process in his mind, and found the "seven inches", preparing to give Deng Chaohong a fatal blow when the time came.

At the beginning of the surgery, we dissociated and found the position of the knot, and determined that it was the hyperplasia and deformation caused by the impact of the knot.

Cut off the knots and prepare to clean the hyperplasia bursa.

At this time, the operation process stalled for a while, as if the surgeon was hesitating about what to do next.

Xue Heng laughed and stood up to pause the operation.

"Brother Xue, what are you going to do?" Deng Chaohong asked.

"Here." Xue Heng stood on the stage, looked for it, and found that there was no laser pointer. He made some comments and clicked on the image with his hand.

"There are bursae in the subacromial bursa as well as in the anterior, posterior and lateral sides of the deltoid muscle. You are not good enough, so you must be lazy and only clean the subacromial bursa without doing an expanded cleaning."

"I read in the medical record that the patient is an athlete. Do you think you are responsible for doing this? An athlete still has bursae on the front, back and outside of the deltoid muscle that have not been treated after surgery. Although his daily life is not affected,

But the career was ruined."

Having said this, Xue Heng looked directly at Deng Chaohong and asked seriously, "Deng Chaohong, please touch your conscience and tell me, do you have a clear conscience for the next operation?"

Deng Chaohong was slightly ashamed and angry. Xue Heng's words were so sharp that it was unacceptable.

Indeed, if you perform the surgery yourself, the next surgical steps will be just like what Xue Heng described. You will definitely not be able to clean the anterior, posterior and lateral deltoid bursae.

That is beyond my surgical capabilities.

but!

Xue Heng pointed at his nose and blamed his conscience for the incident, which was very heartbreaking.

Deng Chaohong quickly suppressed his feelings of humiliation. After all, the next surgery was performed by Ji Xiang. In his opinion, it was a world-class surgery.

Xue Heng is completely inadequate.

"Senior Brother Xue, have you finished guessing? Let's continue with the surgery." Deng Chao said calmly.

"You must have been right," Xue Heng said proudly, then clicked to continue playing the surgery.

He did not go back and sit down to watch the operation quietly. Instead, he took on the airs of a superior doctor, ready to suspend the operation at any time, explain it, and attack it.

However

When Xue Heng saw that only the radiofrequency vaporizer entered the joint cavity and began to bluntly separate the hyperplastic bursa, he was completely stunned.

Only using radio frequency vaporizer without hemostatic equipment is such a naive approach!

Normally, this kind of operation does not exist at all!

But Deng Chaohong was right in front of him, and it was he who made the suggestion to watch the operation. Could it be that...

An idea appeared in Xue Heng's mind that he did not believe in anyway - the surgery had surpassed him by one or two major levels, Deng Chaohong's blunt separation had reached the advanced level, and he was confident that there would be no bleeding.

This is impossible!

Totally impossible!

Xue Heng stared blankly at the operation process.

As time passes, the radiofrequency vaporizer in the picture is like a part of the surgeon's body, pressing or pulling, turning as desired, and the subacromial bursa is freed.

Unknowingly, Xue Heng's mouth opened wide, as if he had two eggs in his mouth and couldn't close it.

Judging from the steps of blunt separation of the subacromial bursa with the radiofrequency vaporizer, Deng Chaohong's surgery was indeed better than his own!

Xue Heng wanted to turn around and leave, not to continue to embarrass himself. But even though he thought so in his heart, his feet seemed to be nailed to the ground, motionless.

The surgical procedure he just witnessed was pleasing to the eye. In Xue Heng's opinion, it was a work of art.

So what about the next surgery?

Xue Heng watched intently.

The surgeon did not only dissociate the subacromial bursa as Xue Heng guessed just now, but the radiofrequency vaporizer continued to dissociate the bursa near the deltoid muscle.

Expand cleaning!

Although he could guess it just by looking at the dissociation of the subacromial bursa, Xue Heng was still surprised.

Everyone knows that expanded dissection is good for patients, but mainstream voices in the academic community still do not recognize this because the surgical operation is extremely difficult.

Is Deng Chaohong already so strong?

Sitting in the audience, Deng Chaohong's body was upright, sitting in a military posture as if in military training, with his eyes fixed on the screen.
Chapter completed!