This doctor has a system

Chapter 262 251. If I weren’t old, I would lose 5 hands a day! (5000 words, please vote for me, double today)
Auxiliary police officer Deng Tianfei is also unlucky. Recently, people in his area have frequently come to the police station to report stolen batteries. The police believe that there must be other thieves scurrying into their area to commit crimes.

Because local thieves are generally not like this. They don't commit crimes with such high density and intensity. They only act every once in a while.

The new thief is obviously very business-minded.

The institute organized patrols, but Deng Tianfei actually didn't expect that he would be so "lucky" that he would actually run into him.

Although it was not broad daylight, the street lights were still very bright. According to his past experience, as long as he spoke harshly at this time and put a little pressure on the other party, the little thief would definitely be caught.

He has been working for so many years and has always been like this.

But today's situation was obviously beyond his understanding. The strong man opposite didn't agree with him and rushed over with a knife. He subconsciously blocked it with his hand, and then his right hand flew away.

Damn it, are you serious?
When he was shocked, the opponent kicked him away, and the back of Deng Tianfei's head hit the ground firmly.

"You should train well at ordinary times." He passed out quickly.

"Uncle policeman, it has nothing to do with me!" Huang Jun was extremely nervous. "I just participated in the theft. Nothing else has anything to do with me."

"Still quibbling!" Ma Xiaohu slammed the table, "Guan Dashan has confessed everything. He said you are his eldest brother."

"I am his eldest brother, but I didn't let him kill anyone." Huang Jun's voice trembled when he spoke, "Uncle policeman, you need to be clear about this!"

"I have been arrested several times in Huiji District before. Every time I ran away. If I couldn't run, I would squat down with my head in my hands. But I have never done anything to confront the police."

"There must be a criminal record, you can check it out!"

"By the way, Director Meng from the police station over there knows me. He has arrested me several times. Every time I meet him, I..."

MD, what is this? Ma Xiaohu felt helpless. This time he encountered a stupid man.During the interrogation, he discovered that Guan Dashan was a fool, and his mind seemed a little abnormal.

Lao Deng was simply unlucky this time.

His severed palm had been soaked in sewage for so long, and he didn't know if it could still be reattached.

"I'm afraid that's not optimistic." Director Huang of the Hand Surgery Department frowned. This patient's limb had not been separated from the body for a long time, but it was severely contaminated.

A very smart person has been soaked in iodophor for a while.
"If the fit is not good, the possibility of survival in the later stage is very low."

"Director, please think of a way." Lao Deng's friend begged. If a good person loses one hand, or even his right hand, his future life will be greatly affected.

Lao Deng himself has no talents. He has been working as an auxiliary police officer for decades. If he becomes disabled, he will not be able to do anything in the future.

The family members have not come yet, and the leaders are worried about what to tell them.

"What should I do?" Wang Jingxun from the Department of Hand Surgery asked.

"Cold salad." Director Huang said, "Call the director and ask him to come over and make it."

"What's the use of calling him? Is there any difference between him and the two of us?" Wang Jingxun asked.

"The difference is huge!" Director Huang's eyes widened, "This patient is so difficult, what if we make a mistake?"

"If you don't let the leaders come here to take the blame at this time, why are you usually currying favor with them?"

What you said makes sense, but I was speechless. Wang Jingxun quickly made a call.

"Old Huang, you are so slippery now." Director Chang Qihao of the Department of Hand Surgery sighed, "You two can obviously do it, but you have to bring me here so late."

"If you want me to take the blame, just say so!"

"I don't. Xiao Wang and I haven't seen much of this complicated situation. We can only let you, the Dinghai Shenzhen, take action at critical times."

It's too ugly to take the blame. This is called sharing risks, Director Huang thought to himself.

Fuck your mother's stinky fart!Director Chang almost cursed. Hand surgery is different from other departments. There are too many delicate operations. He is a bit old and rarely performs surgeries now.

Director Huang is now the backbone of the department, and his skills are pretty good. I usually don’t call him during surgeries, but now I know I’m thinking of him.

"Hurry up, I'll sign." Director Chang accepted his fate. There was nothing he could do. Lao Huang was a pretty good person, and he was promoted by him. Now he only has this effect.

Thinking of this, Director Chang felt a little sad. Time is the biggest enemy of a hand surgeon. When he was young, he crazily acquired knowledge and went all over the world to learn and improve techniques. He would go to every operation as long as he had time.

He had the shamelessness to go on stage and touch him a few times. The old director took a liking to him at that time and helped pave the way for him before retiring.

Known as the "Desperate Saburo", he was defeated by time after all. Aren't you skilled in your skills?I'll make your hands tremble directly.If you are not nearsighted when you are older, then I will dazzle you.

It’s really disappointing that my technique is at its peak, but my body is failing me.

Director Huang is the surgeon, Wang Jingxun is the assistant, and Director Chang is standing next to him. His experience is not comparable to the first two, and it is really difficult for some complicated patients to leave him.

"The situation of amputated limbs is very bad!" Director Chang frowned and said, "The survival rate is estimated to be less than half."

What many people don’t know is that China ranks first in the universe in the technology of reattaching severed fingers.

Statistics on successful replantation operations of severed fingers (limbs) at a certain hospital's Orthopedic Research Institute show that so far, the hospital has performed nearly 1 microsurgery operations, including [-] cases of replantation operations on severed fingers (limbs).The survival rate is [-]%.The number of replantation cases of severed fingers exceeded [-]!

曾有一例断成6段9节的上肢，在手外科3组9位医生连续奋战17小时后，再植手、指全部存活！

There are many factors that affect the survival of replanted amputated limbs, the most important of which are age, the location and extent of the wound, and the method of preserving the amputated limb.

The younger the age, the higher the replantation survival rate. However, the elderly have hardening of blood vessels, poor blood circulation, and thinner fresh blood vessels, which can easily lead to blood vessel blockage, thus affecting the survival rate of replantation of severed limbs.Lao Deng is 52 years old this year. He is not considered a young man. He smokes regularly, so his blood vessel condition must be bad.

If the wound is relatively shallow and no bones are damaged, it will generally not affect the survival rate of replantation of the severed limb.If the wound is deep and damages the bones, it will affect blood vessels and nerves, resulting in a lower survival rate.Lao Deng's points were deducted. His severed limbs were directly separated from his body, and his blood vessels and nerves would definitely be affected.

After replantation of the amputated limb, it is necessary to preserve the amputated limb. Generally, it needs to be placed in a low-temperature environment, and the environment needs to be kept dry and clean to avoid bacterial growth and affect the survival rate of the replanted amputated limb.Lao Deng's situation made Director Chang shake his head.

"Hey, be more careful when doing it. Let him connect everything that can be connected."

"Whether he can survive or not depends on his own destiny."

Director Huang took a deep breath and started the operation. He was still somewhat confident at first, but he broke into a cold sweat while doing it.

"The blood vessels are too fragile and will break if touched." He looked at Director Chang for help.

The latter's face also changed drastically, which was obviously beyond Lao Huang's ability. If he had not been blinded and his hands were not shaking, he might still be able to maneuver around this situation, but...
"Where's Director Li?" Li Jianmin is currently recognized as the highest-level person in their department.

"Going on a business trip." Wang Jingxun's voice was a little desperate.

"How about I come?" Director Chang decided to act as a doctor. "I'll do it more slowly and see if I can save him."

The three of them were silent for a moment. Director Huang's eyes suddenly lit up at this moment, "Jingxun, do you still remember the Gao Feng from before?"

"What?" Wang Jingxun didn't react for a moment.

"You didn't go to the emergency department one time. You even recorded a video of it, and you were sutured." The more Director Huang said, the brighter the light in his eyes. "That's Professor Gao Feng of the Respiratory Department now!"

"No, let's contact him?"

"Is that okay?" Wang Jingxun was very hesitant. Suturing under a microscope is different from suturing under the naked eye. Some people get dizzy when they put on a magnifying glass.

Has Gao Feng had a severed limb replanted before?Will he still have to adapt after he arrives?

Wang Jingxun felt that Director Huang's idea was a bit whimsical.

"A dead horse is a living doctor. Just ask him to come over. If it doesn't work, let the director come. Anyway, there is no shortage of time." Director Huang was very decisive, "You should contact me quickly."

Gao Feng was asleep now, and the harsh sound of the phone woke up both him and Li Xinyao.

He showed an apologetic expression to the latter, then walked out of the bedroom with the phone in hand.

"Hello. Who is this?"

"Replantation of severed limbs?"

Gao Feng quickly rushed from the family hospital to the operating room.

"Skills are shocking: Deng Tianfei's hand will most likely not be saved, but luckily, he met you. Please use your excellent skills to help him overcome the difficulties. You can get 30 skill points by completing the task."

The difficulty in the art of replanting amputated limbs lies in the anastomosis of blood vessels and nerves. Compared with orthopedics, it is more delicate. In addition to superb skills, hand surgeons need to be careful and patient.

Gao Feng happens to have all three points, he just lacks a little experience.

However, he can cheat.Since the anastomosis technology itself was at an advanced level, he only spent less than 20 skill points to upgrade the skill level of replanting severed limbs to an advanced level.

Seeing the confident expression on his face, Director Chang felt a little uneasy, "Professor Gao, have you ever replanted a severed limb before?"

"No." Gao Feng replied honestly.

"How about I come?"

"Let me do it, this doesn't look difficult." Gao couldn't help but pretend.

"This is different from usual." Director Huang kindly reminded, "The patient's blood vessels are in a mess."

The blood test results have come out. Lao Deng’s blood lipids are several times higher than the normal value, with triglyceride 8.6mmo/L (normal value is 1.70 mmol/L-2.25 mmol/L). He usually smokes very hard, at least twice a day. Bag.

This is why his capillaries break when touched.

Gao Feng put on a magnifying glass and twisted his neck around. He felt it was quite novel.

"Are you dizzy?" Director Huang asked nervously.

"Don't be dizzy, let's get started." Gao Feng gave him a reassuring look, but because he was wearing a magnifying glass, the other party might not be able to see it.

As the so-called expert knows the way, Director Chang was worried at first, but after only 2 minutes, his expression changed.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

"What's impossible?" Wang Jingxun, who was making soy sauce next to him, was stunned for a moment.

"How dare you say that you have never done any replantation of amputated fingers with this technique?! I believe you." Director Chang's expression was a bit ferocious. The other party's level was not far behind when he was at his peak.

Are all young people today so arrogant?Or is there any quick fix?Director Chang didn't dare to blink.

Gao Feng's dexterous hands danced on the operating table, his fingers flying up and down like a yellow elf.

"Slow down!" Director Huang Yishu couldn't keep up.

"I'll do it myself." Gao Feng looked up at him and went to play with the colored pen.

"Gao Feng, why don't you come to our department with your level?" Director Chang said sadly, "What's going on in the respiratory department? Don't you bother sitting there prescribing medicine every day?"

"I suggest you come to our hand surgery. The blood and flesh are everywhere every day. It's very exciting."

"I'm telling you, if I weren't old, I would lose five hands a day!"

This old boy is quite violent.

"Yeah." Gao Feng said perfunctorily to him.

"When you come to our department, I will directly ask the hospital to promote you to the position of deputy director. After I retire, you will be seamlessly connected immediately." Director Chang has already planned the future career path for Gao Feng.

Director Huang curled his lips and said this to me before, an old man who paints cakes.

But this time he really wronged Director Chang. The other party was completely sincere this time. He was really impressed by Gao Feng's skills.

As the last small blood vessel was anastomotic, Gao Feng turned sideways and moved away. Wang Jingxun pushed forward consciously. If the skin was sutured, it would be regarded as our participation in the operation.

He had a solemn look on his face, and he was thinking about how to sew it more beautifully. Why not carve it first?Another bow tie?
But Director Chang was here, and he didn't dare to be presumptuous, so he started sewing honestly.

"Have you really never been in a hand surgery department before?"

"No, I just started working this year." Gao Feng yawned. He rarely went to bed so late. Although his physique was good, his biological clock seemed to be stronger.

"You have completed the mission of Jing Si Si, and you have obtained 30 skill points." The system prompted.

This trip was not in vain, I don’t seem that sleepy anymore, and I even look like I can do it again.

As Gao Feng left, Director Chang felt a little disappointed, "Without ambition, I am willing to be mediocre, mediocre, useless, and self-destructive!"

"Even the director won't come! Is the respiratory department that good?"

"Stop dreaming. First of all, I am a multi-millionaire, and secondly, I am well-known in the respiratory industry. Naturally, I am already famous. I can see you as a bad director!" Director Huang said.

"Destroying the director's position?" Director Chang gave him a meaningful look.

Wai Ri, what do you mean? "No, director, you know, that's not what I meant!" He was anxious.

Auxiliary policeman Deng Tianfei finally woke up, "No, he must be sick!"

"Who says it's not the case?" The nurse on the side now knew that he had been stabbed by a Tiehanhan, "You have just had an operation, it will definitely hurt, please bear with it."

"Just scream if you can't help it anymore."

"Ouch!" Deng Tianfei howled immediately, "Comrade nurse, please think of a way quickly, the pain will be unbearable right now."

"Ah?" The nurse was stunned for a moment. The pain pump had not been removed yet. "Aren't you a policeman? Why are you not strong at all?"

"I'm just an auxiliary police officer." Deng Tianfei burst into tears immediately after saying that, "I can't seem to use my hands at all! Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

"It was just connected, and it's still swollen." The doctor also came to the bedside at this time. "The hand is doing very well, but it must be exercised later, otherwise the function will not be restored."

"Did the surgery really go well?" Deng Tianfei asked uncertainly.

"Of course!" the doctor said, "You look at the color first, and then you look at it, right? It's brown and tender, didn't I lie to you?!"

Comrade Deng Tianfei, the auxiliary police officer, was even more frightened now. My hands looked like they were roasting pig's trotters.

Ma Xiaohu also came in to see him now, "Old Deng, are you okay?"

"It's not very good." Deng Tianfei replied, "My head still hurts, and the doctor said I have a slight concussion."

"Then you have to have a good rest." Ma Xiaohu picked up the apple on the table and started to chew it.

I really thought you would cut one for me. Deng Tianfei was very dissatisfied.

"Isn't there one in the bowl next to you?"

"Yes, but don't be so naive, okay? You eat the sick man's fruit as soon as you come here, and you act like it's natural."

"I'm here to tell you good news, Lao Deng, you will no longer be an auxiliary police officer." Ma Xiaohu said.

To kill the donkey?No, I just said it was good news.

"You mean..." He was so excited, "Are you telling the truth? Wuwuwuwu"

Lao Deng shed tears again. The nurse beside him felt speechless. He had never seen a man cry so well. It was like a rain shower, coming one after another.
"Isn't this appropriate?" Lao Deng calmed down after crying. "I will probably remain disabled from now on. It will be useless to become a full-time employee."

"Old Deng, how can you think so?" Ma Xiaohu took a bite of the apple, "You're not of much use when you're good."

"What the bureau means is that in the future, you will be asked to do some small things such as adjusting neighbor relations and finding cats and dogs. It doesn't matter if you have hands... ahem, it doesn't matter if you don't have hands!"

It was a good thing, but when he said it, Lao Deng felt strange.

"The doctor said that if I exercise hard from now on, it shouldn't be a big problem."

"Of course, do you know who performed the surgery on you?" Ma Xiaohu said matter-of-factly, "It was Professor Gao who performed the surgery on me at that time. I almost died, and he..."

"What are you doing?"

After listening to his words, Lao Deng was completely relieved.

"Hey, my blood lipids are too high. The doctor prescribed a bunch of medicine and asked me to quit smoking in the future."

"Isn't this going to kill me!"

"If you ask me, if you should smoke in the future, you have to smoke. What's the point of losing a few years of life." Ma Xiaohu said with a smile, "Some people died in their 30s."

This bastard really wanted to slap him. Old Deng felt like he had some feeling in his right hand.

"You should leave quickly, I have to rest more." He closed his eyes, looking like I don't want to see you.

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(End of this chapter)