"I'll help you?" the middle-aged doctor said in confusion, with a look of surprise on his face, "Little brother, it's not that I don't trust you. Now this is a major operation. If you are not careful, you will kill the patient. I have only two% success rate. Although the chance is slim, I am still more confident than you. Look at you, you can't do it randomly. Treating the disease is not a joke."
It is also appropriate for middle-aged doctors to have this concern.
However, Wang Donglai's words made him even more unexpected.
"The reason why I am not a joke is that I have to use my own knife." Wang Donglai said word by word.
"Nonsense! You're nonsense!" The middle-aged doctor scolded. It was not that he deliberately made things difficult for Wang Donglai, but that Wang Donglai's age and appearance were really hard to believe.
Let me ask, if you saw an 18-year-old boy with fair skin and a high school student, would you ask him to undergo such a dangerous operation?
Definitely not!
Wang Donglai frowned and thought to himself: This doctor does not trust him at all, so how should he do it?
"If you were asked to come, there would be a success rate of two percent? That is to say, you would have to kill 98 out of 100 people? You would be embarrassed to start with such a low level?" Wang Donglai frowned. Since this middle-aged doctor did not trust him, he had to convince him first, otherwise the surgery would be stopped by Ye Nantian.
The middle-aged doctor blushed, but he still said with a tough bullet: "Two percent is better than zero percent, right?"
Wang Donglai shook his head and said, "The probability is too small, so let me do it."
"I really don't want to mess around." The middle-aged doctor patted Wang Donglai on the shoulder, sighed, and said earnestly.
Seeing that the middle-aged doctor did not trust him, Wang Donglai turned his head and showed an inquiring look at Ye Qingcheng.
Ye Qingcheng also looked embarrassed. She only treated sympathetic cervical spondylosis by Wang Donglai once last time, and the condition never recurred after that. In my memory, she only felt that Wang Donglai's medical skills were very powerful.
That's why Wang Donglai was asked to help his father undergo surgery this time, but that time was a minor illness after all, and his teacher was a little distrustful of him at this moment, so he hesitated.
"Since I don't trust me, why should I call me over?" Wang Donglai said unhappy and was about to go home.
If Ye Qingcheng hadn't called herself to come and save Ye Nantian, she wouldn't have come, but after calling herself over, she didn't trust her, so why would she be attentive?
Judging from where Ye Nan's bullet stays, this is a high-risk operation, and he only has a success rate of about 30%. If one cannot be cured and Ye Nantian dies, wouldn't he blame himself?
Only fools would do this kind of thing, but this time, I would rather be a fool, but since Ye Qingcheng doesn't trust him, there is no need to say anything, and he is still happy to be leisurely.
"Wait!" Ye Qingcheng showed a hint of guilt on his face. Just as Wang Donglai walked to the door, he called him, "Okay, I believe in you."
"Qingcheng, you are doing it randomly? I'm not sure about this operation." The middle-aged doctor frowned.
"If you were asked to come, this two percent chance would be even more nonsense." Wang Donglai was also a little unhappy. He didn't want to save Ye Nantian, but now he finally agreed, but someone obstructed him in every way.
"Do you have a medical qualification certificate?" The middle-aged doctor's tone was finally no longer so tough, and he sighed. If Wang Donglai had a medical qualification certificate, he would be willing to take a step back and let Wang Donglai take the lead in the surgery.
But Wang Donglai's answer made him almost angry.
"No." Wang Donglai said word by word.
"Then have you been to medical college?" The middle-aged doctor endured it and lowered his requirements again.
"No," Wang Donglai said truthfully, "What do you want to say?"
"I don't have the qualifications to be a medical student, and I haven't even attended a medical university. How can I feel assured that I will ask you to take the surgery? No, this is not a question of whether I feel at ease, but I will never let you take the surgery." The middle-aged doctor's tone was very firm.
"Who said that if you don't have the qualifications to go to a medical university, you can't perform surgery on others? If you have the qualifications to go to a medical university, you only have a two-percent success rate."
"Then how sure are you?" The middle-aged doctor said unhappy. After being a doctor for more than ten years, he was beaten to nothing by a boy under 20 years old. How can he not be angry and embarrassed?
"Conservatively estimated 30%." Wang Donglai said lightly, "but it's still too low."
"What!" the middle-aged doctor exclaimed, "Even if you are a top doctor in China, the success rate is only 5%. You actually say you have 30%? You are lying!"
No wonder the middle-aged doctor was so excited, just because the operation was too difficult, and the person in front of him actually said that he had a success rate of 30%. Who believes this?
"Since you don't believe it, I can't force you to believe it. Let Qingcheng make the decision. If he asks you to do it, I have nothing to say, but you have to think about it, and you have to grasp the strength very well. If you are not careful, you will break the nervous system. If you have a little more strength and the bullet will hurt your brain stem, even the Daluo God will not be able to save it."
Wang Donglai frowned and said, "What he said is the truth. The human brain is very fragile, especially for Ye Nantian. When undergoing surgery, the force on his hands must be controlled within 1 gram."
Where does ordinary doctors have this condition? That is, if your hands shake slightly, you will declare that the operation has failed.
After hearing Wang Donglai's words, the middle-aged doctor also felt a great pressure, and a drop of cold sweat flowed down his forehead.
"And you are in the peak of your career now. If a failure of an operation will have a very impact on your reputation. Do you rather bet on your future for this two-percent chance to save people?
"This..." The middle-aged doctor finally hesitated.
Wang Donglai felt a little stupid. If he was an ordinary unscrupulous doctor, even if the patient's family bids a high price, they would rather want others to do such high-risk surgery. But he actually gritted the bullet and rushed to help free of charge. Isn't this stupidity? It's simply a bad pen!
The ward fell silent, and everyone was waiting, waiting for who Ye Qingcheng asked to do the operation.
Wang Donglai looked at Ye Qingcheng with his eyes, then nodded at her, signaling her to let him do it.
I don’t know why, when I saw Wang Donglai’s firm expression, Ye Qingcheng felt a sense of trust for no reason. Finally, he gritted his teeth and said, “Teacher, let him do it.”
Seeing that Ye Qingcheng also agreed to let the young man in front of him do it, the middle-aged doctor sighed, and at the same time, he felt relieved for some reason.
After hearing what Wang Donglai said just now, he felt the pressure, thinking that if the operation fails, it will bring indelible disease to his future medical career.
However, while breathing a sigh of relief, he felt a little disappointed in his heart: Ye Qingcheng was his apprentice, but he didn't believe in his teacher at this moment, but rather believed in a high school student who was under 20 years old and had not yet grown up...
After gaining Ye Qingcheng's trust, Wang Donglai nodded to her, and at the same time felt a little relieved.
He and Ye Nantian are enemies. If they were ordinary people, their thoughts at this moment would definitely be that they would want to kill Ye Nantian now. Ye Qingcheng actually believed in himself and had no precautions for him, which was enough to show that she was a rare kind woman.
He didn't sigh too much. According to Ye Nantian's situation, the longer he delayed, the lower the success rate of resuscitation. Wang Donglai's idea was very clear and he used general venous anesthesia so that when he had surgery, Ye Nantian could not feel severe pain.
In addition, he took off the oxygen hood on Ye Nantian's nose and stuffed a clean disinfected towel into Ye Nantian's mouth to avoid spasms during craniotomy and bite off his tongue.
Just now, in order to confirm the position of the bullet in Ye Nantian's brain, Wang Donglai used the Tianyan Zhizhi once, but he only looked at it for about two seconds.
According to the calculation that Wang Donglai can watch for 15 seconds at this moment, there are still 13 seconds left to watch, and the bullet must be taken out within 13 seconds.
But if it was a craniotomy operation, Ye Nantian would be extremely weak at this moment, and he would definitely not be able to withstand the craniotomy. He had only a success rate of 30%, but it would probably drop to 25%.
"The success rate is too small." Wang Donglai also felt the pressure and activated the Tianyan Zhi again. He looked at it for about 1 second to determine the position of the bullet in Ye Nantian's brain.
According to the direction of the bullet head, it can be judged that this bullet was shot into Ye Nantian’s left cheek, then penetrated the facial bone, and finally stayed near the brain stem, at the front of the entire brain.
Seeing this, Wang Donglai felt aroused: Maybe there is no need to be a craniotomy.
Seeing that the rapid induced general venous anesthesia was almost done, Wang Donglai inserted the tracheal intubation into Ye Nantian's mouth and went straight to the throat to establish a breathing channel to prevent Ye Nantian from suffocating and suffocating under general anesthesia. Then the operation finally began!
Wang Donglai picked up the tiny equipment for surgery in his hand and inserted it into Ye Nantian's nostril.
"Aren't you going to have a craniotomy?" the middle-aged doctor couldn't help asking.
Wang Donglai shook his hand. Fortunately, he just inserted the surgical equipment into his nostrils. Otherwise, if he touched the bullet, the shaking would have killed Ye Nantian.
When performing such dangerous surgery, it is most taboo to have someone come out to disturb you.
Wang Donglai suppressed the anger in his heart and took out the equipment from Ye Nantian's nostril. In order to let the middle-aged doctor understand the next surgery, he had to quickly explain it to him in 10 seconds. (To be continued. Please search for Astronomy, the novel is better, updated and faster!)