Daoist Lin sat in the observation room outside the ward, a cup of tea in front of him, full of aroma.

Zhuang Qidong slept for a few hours and was in particularly good condition. After waking up, he walked dozens of steps on the ground, and came out to chat with Daoist Lin for a few minutes.

Talking and laughing, it can be seen that he is in good health, and the next step is to be discharged from the hospital.

In this regard, Daoist Lin admired Uncle Xiao to the core.

Shouldn't I read a book or find a hospital to study after I go back? Daoist Lin closed his eyes and recuperated his mind, looking like a fairy, but in his heart he was pondering these things.

Uncle Xiao still came to see the patient in the middle of the night, and he had a strong sense of responsibility, so he should also change. But when he thought of the professional book of equal height, Daoist Lin couldn't help but have a headache.

Daoist Lin was pondering, the door was pushed open, and the crop Qi leaned into Zhuang Yongzhi's ear and whispered, "Teacher Wu is going to have an emergency operation." ”

"Don't you have any money? you can just pay it, what are you looking for me. Zhuang Yongzhi instantly guessed part of the truth and said in a deep voice.

"It's Zheng Linkai's navigator. Crop Qi said simply.

Zhuang Yongzhi immediately understood the entanglement, he heard about the car accident on Hushan Road, and Zheng Linkai encountered this kind of thing...... The rest of the things are the most natural ending for Zhuang Yongzhi, and he doesn't even have to think about it.

If it was him, the approach was no different from the Zheng family's.

It's just that his own people are mixed into it, but it is difficult to do, and this little uncle of Lin Xianshi has a lot of things.

Zhuang Yongzhi picked up the teacup and skimmed it lightly.

"Zhuang Jushi, my old Eagle Mountain is principled. "Daoist Lin knew that Zhuang Yongzhi was silently asking for his opinion, and at this time, he would definitely endorse Uncle Xiao, even if he offended everyone, it didn't matter.

The matter was clear, and Daoist Lin twisted his beard and said, "The people's hearts are not ancient, and the world is declining." Now it's like a joke to say that healing the sick and saving people is like a joke, and the layman thinks so. ”

Zhuang Yongzhi smiled, "The Immortal Master's path is unfathomable. ”

"Originally, my Taoist was quiet and inactive, just seeking to attain the Tao once and soar in the day. But how can people be free from the fetters of red dust in heaven and earth. The sages still have chickens and dogs ascending to heaven, and we are ordinary people, and we are not exempt from vulgarity. When you see it, you can cure it, and it's a human life. ”

"In the eyes of my little uncle, Ling Zun's life is life, and that person's life is also life. As long as he can do it, he will naturally do it. This is the heart of the Dao, and it must be wiped often in order not to sink into the red dust. ”

"What the immortal master said is reasonable. Zhuang Yongzhi naturally wouldn't argue with Daoist Lin, seeing that he said a lot, it was a matter of curing diseases and saving people.

Although Daoist Lin said the same thing about his father's life as another injured person, Zhuang Yongzhi was a little unhappy, but he still said politely.

"It's a bit of a hassle, I'm going to deal with it first. ”

"There's me here. Lin Daoist twisted his beard and smiled.

Seeing Zhuang Yongzhi and Zhuang Jiaqi go out, Lin Daoist looked at Zhuang Qidong inside along the transparent glass and fell asleep, feeling steady.

With Uncle Xiao here, it must be fine. The problem now is that his realm is too much worse than Uncle Xiaoshi, and he can't keep up with his rhythm.

Thinking back to the moment I just saw the video yesterday and heard the old man's female voice, I trembled all over, and I could only sit in front of the stele in the back mountain before I dared to continue watching. And Uncle Xiao directly told himself that Zhuang Qidong was fine, and the gap between them was too big.

You must make progress, at least the triage work must sit well, and your eyes must be brighter. The villagers who come to Laoyu Mountain can do acupuncture and grab some herbs for headaches and fevers, but they still have to be cautious about that strange disease.

While twisting his beard, Daoist Lin made up his mind that he was going to go back and buy a few textbooks on the Internet and gnaw most of them.

With Uncle Xiao here, if he can't seize this opportunity, he will be a bit of a fuck.

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Wu Mian pushed the flat car to the operating room, called to open the door, and the mobile phone rang.

He guessed that it should be Crop Qi, but when he looked down, it was Zhuang Yongzhi calling.

Zhuang Yongzhi said very politely, he has already told the Hong Kong Sanatorium & Hospital that the patient's medical expenses do not need to be considered, and this amount of money is not a dime a dime for the banker. The treatment is important, let Wu Mian do it casually.

In fact, Zhuang Yongzhi also had a headache, he just knew that Dean Sun had been beaten, and he really didn't understand why Lin Xianchang's little uncle had such a hot temper.

How good it is to be like Lin Xianchang.

But this is not a big deal for the dealer, and it is a matter of giving a sum of money. I think Dean Sun won't have much trouble and go to court.

If that were the case, naturally a few barristers would come out and press Sun Ximing to the ground and rub him.

The troublesome thing is to talk to the Zheng family, Zhuang Qidong just said hello to the Zheng family, after all, this is the Zheng family's business, and it is inappropriate not to say it.

Wu Mian hung up the phone and was taken by a little doctor to change clothes.

Time was pressing, and Wu Mian didn't know how long the patient could last. It's just that I can't get used to the behavior of these people, and because of the habits formed by practicing medicine for many years, Wu Mian can't do this kind of thing if he doesn't save him when he dies.

Entering the operating room, several young doctors had already positioned the patient.

Ren Haitao immediately gave anesthesia and a ventilator to assist breathing. Fortunately, although the Sanatorium & Hospital is the highest private hospital, there is only a generational gap between the machine and the provincial capital, and Ren Haitao is not confused.

Wu Mian and Chu Zhixi brushed their hands and came back to the stage in their clothes.

Ren Haitao saw that Wu Mian directly laid two surgical areas, one on the neck and one on the hip.

It's the rhythm to be done together.

In the provincial capital, Ren Haitao has also seen the operation of occipital neck fusion + bone grafting. Particularly severe patients need to have bone grafts taken from the ilium, usually with two groups of people on stage.

Teacher Wu set up two operation areas, but only he and Professor Chu came to the stage, can this work?

Sure enough, Wu Mian stood in the iliac position, and Chu Zhixi stood in the patient's neck position, and the two did not communicate verbally, and directly started the operation.

Ren Haitao's position can only see Chu Zhixi's technique, he is very serious, although he is curious, but he knows where his responsibility lies, and he mainly focuses on patient anesthesia.

Being able to peek at Chu Zhixi's surgical area was already very good, but Ren Haitao didn't dare to stand behind Wu Mian and Chu Zhixi to watch the entire surgical process.

But Chu Zhixi's delicate and weak appearance, is it really okay?

Ren Haitao remembered that when he was at the top of the mountain, Teacher Wu Mian Wu had to take off his windbreaker, for fear that Chu Zhixi would catch a cold. Can Chu Zhixi, who is a little bird, take down such a big operation?

Chu Zhixi did not pause at all, holding the pen in his right hand, and making an incision in the middle of the back, everything was decent, and there was not much bleeding. This is normal for Ren Haitao, it's just an incision.

But the next second, he was stunned.

The knife in Chu Zhixi's hand began to twist and draw an arc.

I'm going to do a Cushing incision?!

In provincial towns, neurosurgery, few people use this approach. Occasionally, it is necessary to outline the incision marks on the patient's scalp with methylene blue in advance, and follow the incision during the operation.

And Chu Zhixi actually cut out the Cushing incision directly with a peeling knife, which was smooth and neat, as if there were natural marks on the scalp of this inexplicable patient, and he cut it without thinking about it.