Zhang Wei was instantly angry. As a returnee lawyer, when had he ever been slapped in the face in public?!
Angry Zhang Wei raised his hand to fight back.
But at this moment, Chen Fan took two steps forward and directly grabbed Zhang Wei's raised arm with one hand.
How could Chen Fan's strength be something Zhang Wei could bear? He grinned in pain instantly.
"Ouch! It hurts, it hurts! Boy, let go!" Zhang Wei shouted hurriedly.
"Get out!" Chen Fan had no time to waste with Zhang Wei, so he let go of Zhang Wei's arm and shouted coldly.
Zhang Wei looked furious and glared angrily at Chen Fan and Zhao Qianqian: "You two bitches, just wait, I won't let you go!"
A cold light flashed in Chen Fan's eyes and he took a step forward.
When Zhang Wei saw this scene, he was so frightened that he hurriedly took a few steps back and did not dare to stay in the diagnosis and treatment room any longer.
Chen Fan ignored Zhang Wei at all and called Zheng Hairong for help. Chen Fan went to the dressing room to change into surgical clothes, and then went to the operating room to prepare for surgery.
Outside the operating room, watching their daughter being pushed into the operating room, the middle-aged couple felt extremely uneasy.
Not far away, Zhang Wei was standing there, looking at the door of the operating room with a gloomy face and cursing: "How dare you beat me, you idiots?! Today I will let you know what it means to be ruined!"
After he finished speaking, Zhang Wei took out his mobile phone, found a friend from Jiangcheng TV Station, and then dialed the number.
In the operating room, Chen Fan was already standing at the operating position.
The girl had been anesthetized and had her entire hair shaved off because of a craniotomy.
Zheng Hairong stood aside and made preoperative preparations. He applied medical alcohol and iodophor to the craniotomy site and disinfected it several times to prevent the patient from getting infected during the operation.
"Director Chen, are you really sure she has a cerebral hemorrhage? How could she get such a disease when she is so young?" Zheng Hairong couldn't help but ask Chen Fan after finishing the pre-operative preparations.
After all, it only took a few minutes from the time Chen Fan saw the patient to the time he was diagnosed, and the patient didn't even undergo a brain CT scan. This behavior made Zheng Hairong feel a bit hasty.
"I trust my judgment." Chen Fan responded calmly.
In fact, he didn't want to be so shocking, but Chen Fan knew that if a CT scan was performed first, the girl might not be able to survive on the operating table.
This is why Chen Fan is so anxious to operate on the patient.
Seeing Chen Fan's affirmative answer, what else could Zheng Hairong say? He could only shake his head helplessly.
The other doctors assisting on the side handed the skull drill to Chen Fan.
This was also the hospital's recent purchase of medical equipment, just in case of emergency. I didn't expect to use this kind of machine so quickly.
One advantage of the skull drill is that it automatically stops rotating when the skull is opened and touches the dura mater during craniotomy. It is a very safe craniotomy instrument.
After Chen Fan opened the skin layer, he used a skull drill to drill two connected small holes, which were about the size of the belly of his thumb.
Seeing this scene, Zheng Hairong and others were shocked.
Although they had no experience in craniotomy, they also knew that such craniotomy required opening the skull. They didn't understand why Chen Fan only made this small opening.
After all, this is a craniotomy, and the brain is full of nervous systems. If you don't observe carefully which nerves are touched, it will cause irreversible damage to the human body.
However, in this tense atmosphere, no one dared to disturb Chen Fan.
"Vampire hose." Chen Fan stretched out his hand.
Zheng Hairong on the side quickly handed the hose to Chen Fan.
I saw Chen Fan carefully cutting open the meninges and inserting the hose into the girl's skull.
For a moment, all the doctors and nurses at the scene looked nervously at the hose in Chen Fan's hand, fearing that Chen Fan might touch any nerve in the girl's brain.
Even Zhao Qianqian, who believed in Chen Fan very much, looked worried at this time.
However, at this moment, some black blood clots were pulled out from the transparent hose.
Seeing this scene, everyone at the scene was shocked.
"There is really a blood clot!" A young male doctor couldn't help but exclaimed.
Hearing the sound, Chen Fan's hand movements paused.
Zheng Hairong glared at the young male doctor: "If you make any more noise, get out of here!"
The male doctor realized his gaffe and quickly lowered his head in shame.
Chen Fan continued his movements and reached out to Zheng Hairong again.
This time, without Chen Fan needing to speak, Zheng Hairong directly handed the hemostatic forceps and sutures into Chen Fan's hands.
Suture and pinch the catgut that has been threaded through the capillaries.
Everyone was so shocked that their jaws almost dropped when they saw Chen Fan suturing the patient's cerebral blood vessels in a hole the size of his thumb.
With this surgical technique, even the experts in Kyoto may not be able to perform this level of suturing.
"Okay, I'll leave the skin suturing to you." Chen Fan looked at Zheng Hairong who was standing aside.
Only then did Zheng Hairong recover from the shock.
And at this time, Zheng Hairong did not feel that it was a shameful act to attack Chen Fan at all. He was now completely impressed by Chen Fan's medical skills.
In the hall of the mental hospital, several reporters with cameras asked Zhang Wei: "Lawyer Zhang, is what you just said true?"
Zhang Wei responded: "Journalist, I am a lawyer, don't you know what rigor means? I will not call you without sufficient evidence. I do this because I don't want to cause more victims."
The person suffered.”
Then, he pretended to be distressed: "You don't know, when I was helpless to stop that girl from being pushed into the operating room, I made up my mind to expose this black-hearted hospital!"
The reporter took the microphone and asked Zhang Wei: "Lawyer Zhang, didn't you stop me at that time?"
Zhang Wei's mood seemed a little excited: "Why didn't I stop it? Look, this is a slap on my face, and I also have this fingerprint on my wrist. These were all slapped by those black-hearted doctors."
"These people are simply lawless!"
"It's so abominable. I didn't expect that a mental hospital would dare to do this. I really don't know who gave them the courage!"
Zhang Wei's experience aroused the sympathy of many reporters.
Hearing the angry words on the faces of these reporters, Zhang Wei's lips curved up.
At this time, the operating room door at the end of the corridor opened, and several doctors and nurses walked out.
Seeing this scene, Zhang Wei pointed excitedly at the door of the operating room and said, "That's them. The one who hit me just now was the young doctor in the middle."
When several reporters heard this, they walked toward the door of the operating room with cameras in their hands with angry expressions on their faces.