godfather of surgery

Chapter 214
It was an extremely complicated operation, and everyone had prepared enough patience to see how Yang Ping went over mountains and mountains.

As a result, looking at it, it didn't look like a major operation. The operation was completed between the beating of the probe.

The only problem with the operation is Director Wu, who can't keep up with the rhythm and often let go, unable to maintain traction.

Every time at this time, the probe appeared on time and gave strong stimulation to the nerve endings on the back of the hand, which made Director Wu cheer up and cooperate well with the operation.

Hello everyone except Director Wu.

Watching this operation gave me an indescribable joy. Even the doctor who had just been ashamed by the bad operation immediately regained his confidence after seeing this operation. Doctor, he can do better.

At the end of the operation, Director Wu saw all the colleagues in the department looking at him, and some people were talking softly. Because he was immersed in the operation before, his sense of shame was not so strong.

At this time, a strong sense of shame surged up like a tide. Every time the surrounding doctors moved their mouths, he would think that he was secretly laughing at himself, and wished to find a crack in the ground to sneak in.

The slender probe is much lighter than the hemostat and any other instruments, and it doesn't weigh much when it hits the back of the hand through the glove.

But in Yang Ping's hands, the more slender the equipment, the more powerful it is, and the speed determines the energy.

The half centimeter at the end of the probe made a [-]-degree turn, and Yang Ping was using the end, with lightning speed, without error, perpendicular to the target, and concentrated his strength to hit a point.

The faster the speed, the greater the energy, the blunt and slender end, the greater the pressure per unit area, so the burst of lethality is very large.

Director Wu is sure that the backs of both hands must be covered with dotted ecchymosis, which will spread into patches in a few days.

After taking off the gloves, really, the backs of both hands were covered with dot-shaped ecchymosis, with such intensity, no wonder it was painful.

The surgery is impossible these few days, Director Wu sighed inwardly, with a smile on his face, pretending nothing happened.

He's the master now, so there's nothing he can do about it.

Yang Ping withdrew from the position of the chief surgeon, Song Zimo stepped forward, sutured several 0.5 cm small incisions, covered them with sterile dressings, and checked the movement of the shoulder joint.

There is no problem with the effect of the operation. If Yang Ping can't do it, Song Zimo can't think of anyone else who can do it.

At the beginning, Yang Ping, who used to be from his own department, came to operate, and the orthopedic doctors, especially those with high professional titles, were full of suspicion and disbelief.

Now all doubts have been dispelled by the less than one-hour operation. Everyone believes that Yang Ping is no longer the little doctor who calls around on his own, but has become a real expert, who can perform operations that are difficult for him to do easily. Cloudy.

These beauties are not vases, and the proficiency of the equipment nurses, I am afraid that no nurses in the Municipal People's Hospital will reach this level in a few years.

The equipment dealers who followed the stage also opened their eyes. Damn it, those who followed the stage in the past suspected it was fake, look at the others who followed the stage.

When Yang Ping was taking off the surgical gown, several doctors rushed to help, but Jiahui took the first step. With dexterous hands, she gently pulled on the straps tied on the back, and the surgical gown was untied.

The stool is ready: "Teacher Yang, you have worked hard! Sit down and rest for a while."

The wrapping paper for various consumables has been folded, stacked layer by layer, put into a reusable bag, and finally loaded into a Wuling Hongguang in the hospital parking lot and brought back to the company.

The layout and environment of the operating room of the Municipal People's Hospital, the condition of the orthopedic equipment, etc., Jiahui had already memorized them all in her heart. The auntie who was guarding the door of the operating room had also secretly stuffed a small gift.

"Little girl, I remember you."

"Xiao Huang from Ruixing Company may come again in the future, please take care of me."

Auntie is very satisfied. Although the small gift is not expensive, it is also a respect.

Jiahui has already added the head nurse's WeChat account, no matter whether Yang Ping will come here for surgery or not, it's right to prepare in advance.

"Go down and rest for a while, and have a light meal together later." Dean Xie accompanied everyone out of the locker room.

Jiang Baicheng's son had already made arrangements in advance, the best hotel in G city, and a few big cars were ready. With their status, they hired someone for surgery, how could they casually send such a huge team back.

Surrounded by everyone, Yang Ping left the operating room. It was still early, only ten o'clock, but after a short rest, he went to the hotel to sit and drink tea, and that was enough.

"Go to the orthopedic ward!" Yang Ping suggested, that was the starting point of his career.

Accompanied by Director Wu, he pressed the elevator: "Okay, okay!"

"Accompany Teacher Yang to the orthopedic ward. I have something to do. See you later."

Dean Xie is really busy and has been battered recently.

Hey, these years, he has been riding a bicycle to work, and his clothes are street stalls worth tens of dollars, and his shirts have been worn for several years.

If it hadn't been for the old leader's revelation, he would have retired early and was growing flowers and cutting lawns in Australia.

Now with Jiang Baicheng's help, things will turn around.

Director Wu took Yang Ping to the orthopedic ward, Song Zimo and others followed behind, and Xiao Wu deliberately walked behind the line, chatting with a few old colleagues.

Several doctors with high professional titles followed Yang Ping's pace. Everyone had ordered him before.

Some feel embarrassed, not good at getting close.

Some people don't think so. Times have changed. He used to be a junior doctor, so it's normal to order him around.

On the contrary, Director Fu, Yang Ping's superior doctor, kept a distance from him.

The familiar ward has not changed at all, several nurses recognized Yang Ping.

"Yang Ping! Yang Ping! Are you back?"

The nurses exclaimed and rushed to greet him.

"Which hospital did you go to?" Everyone was very concerned.

When I left suddenly, I didn't tell everyone, and I never saw each other after I left. When I came back suddenly, everyone was a little surprised.

When he was in the People's Hospital, although Yang Ping was not sociable, he was down-to-earth, serious in doing things, and never lost his temper with the nurses. The nurses liked him very much, especially the nurses who were on the same shift as him, felt very at ease.

"Now it's Professor Yang, come here to throw a knife and perform Jiang Baicheng's operation." Someone told the nurse, who was immediately dumbfounded.

Looking at the situation again, they shouted and embraced, accompanied by Director Wu, who was still bowed.

Usually Director Wu is in front of everyone, with his head held high and his chest high, and he will bend his noble waist only when he sees Dean Xie.

Originally the nurse wanted to take Yang Ping to the nurse's station to sit down, chat a few words, and ask about the current situation, but Director Wu was here, so everyone dared not, and they were not interested.

When these nurses saw Director Wu, they all avoided, and those who had some contacts applied to be transferred to other departments. Working in the orthopedics department is a kind of torment, and an early lecture can make you doubt your life.

As soon as you go to work, you look forward to leaving get off work. This is the mentality of everyone's daily work.

"Director Wu, I'll take a stroll by myself." Yang Ping let Director Wu do as he pleases.

How could Director Wu let Yang Ping out of his sight? Although Yang Ping said that he would not expose him, he was always worried and had to keep staring at him.

The team moved in the corridor like a visitor.

Nothing has changed, the familiar duty room is still the same, the door is opened, and the buddies on duty inside are having breakfast, it is almost ten o'clock, and they are still having breakfast.

This buddy has dark circles under his eyes like a panda, two cold breads, a bottle of expired yogurt, gobbled it up, and burped while eating.

Looking up, startled: "Yang Ping--"

This is Dr. Dai, who was in the same group as Yang Ping at the time. Dr. Dai was the attending physician at the time. Although Yang Ping had just passed the examination at that time, he was not employed.

Dr. Dai put down the unfinished bread and came up to say hello. Yang Ping put his arms around his shoulders.

Looking at the large group of people behind him, the charming smile on Director Wu's face.

Doctor Dai was a little confused.

"Dr. Yang, you can go to dinner. The car sent by Mr. Jiang is waiting downstairs."

Director Wu said in embarrassment that he didn't want Yang Ping to stay in the department for a long time, and he was worried. He couldn't call Teacher Yang in front of so many people, so he called Dr. Yang out of a hurry.

"Let's get together when we have time!" Yang Ping bid farewell to Dr. Dai.

At the end of the line, a young doctor, Dr. Zhou, who has a good relationship with Xiao Wu, is introducing the current situation of the department to Xiao Wu: "Old Dai is now the head of the hospital."

Why is he still serving as the chief resident after attending the treatment?

Dr. Zhou said: "There was a case discussion, and he questioned Lao Wu's surgical plan at the meeting. Lao Wu asked him to go back to work and be the chief inpatient for another six months to exercise."

"What about Mr. Wan?"

Mr. Wan is always in the hospital. According to the time calculation, the one-year hospitalization has not yet expired.

"It's off!"

"what happened?"

"Oh, it's hard to say!"

Doctor Zhou pulled Xiao Wu to stop, and when the distance between him and the team widened, he whispered in Xiao Wu's ear.

"The kid reported something urgent, he didn't knock on the door, and pushed open the door of the director's office. Old Wu was on the sofa with a woman—"

Smoky air!

"Those who are not on duty at night, go to dinner. Brother Yang treats guests. I will send you the address later. Let's get together and have a good chat—" Xiao Wu told Doctor Zhou to inform the other buddies.

Yang Ping took everyone to see Jiang Baicheng after the operation in the old gan department. The minimally invasive surgery has less interference, almost no bleeding, and the recovery is very fast, which is not comparable to open surgery.

Fatty's nerve block is a real nerve block, almost the same as local infiltration anesthesia, and there is no need to fast after the operation. Jiang Baicheng has already drank chicken soup accompanied by his wife.

"Thank you, Dr. Yang!"

Jiang Baicheng knew that he was awake, and he could hear everything in the operating room.

From the doctor's chat, it can be heard that his surgery is very difficult, and few people in the country can do it, but Dr. Yang did it very successfully, quickly and well.

A hero comes out of a boy!Of course, the young Dr. Yang didn't have a very good temper. He also knew a thing or two about scolding Director Wu so badly.

"The operation was very successful, and you can rest assured. Follow Director Wu's instructions for postoperative recovery!" Yang Ping held his hand.

"Thank you for your hard work. I won't be able to accompany you when we have a light meal together. My family will do it for you. Please forgive me." Jiang Baicheng bowed his hands and apologized.

After watching Jiang Baicheng, the surgical team went to eat.

Jiang Baicheng's son arranged several cars, and he opened the door for Yang Ping himself.

(End of this chapter)