Song Changkong took two steps faster, and when he got to Zhang Tianyang, the ballpoint pen still didn't stop.

Zhang Tianyang didn't mean to avoid him.

On the notebook was a freshly turned page, with a paragraph enclosed at the top with the title number.

Song Changkong glanced at it a little and found that it was: "A Technique for Ruptured Blood Vessels under Gastroscopy without Field Based on the Principle of Fluid Mechanics"

What is it?

Song Changkong was slightly stunned.

Is it the literature that Zhang Tianyang has been reading recently, or is it the subject he has been working on recently?

Song Changkong felt that the latter was more likely.

After all, things like fluid mechanics and gastroscopes can't be beaten with eight poles, and they can be pulled together.

That's definitely a new project.

And that no-vision.

Any surgery and operation requires a visual field, and the clearer the vision, the less difficult the operation will be.

For many surgeons, it will be a little easier to disembowel the patient.

Because everything can be seen and seen at a glance.

However, due to post-operative recovery and even aesthetic problems, patients are often forced to make the incision as small as possible or simply use laparoscopic surgery.

The sequelae are smaller, but the field of vision is also smaller, and the difficulty will increase.

It may take only three hours to perform an open stomach and sutures, and eight hours to do with a laparoscope.

But no matter what, there is still a need for vision.

Surgeries that can be performed without vision are all gods, and the difficulty of the operation itself cannot be too great.

Could it be that you can still cut the liver, gallbladder, spleen, lungs and kidneys without vision?

Heavy bleeding teaches you to be a human being in minutes.

After a glance, Song Changkong stopped looking.

On the one hand, if this is Zhang Tianyang's topic, it is not good to see it.

On the other hand, he did feel that Zhang Tianyang's visionless vision was messing around.

But no matter what he thinks in his heart, it won't show it on the surface.

Quietly waited beside Zhang Tianyang for a while, and found that he was still writing something very intently, Song Changkong looked around and found that the iron stool next to the elevator had been filled by family members.

Then he went to the office of the respiratory medicine department and "borrowed" a small bench to come out.

"Sit and write, right?"

Zhang Tianyang came back to his senses from his state, glanced at him a little apologetically, and then sat down as he said and continued to write something in his notebook.

And Song Changkong was not annoyed, so he stood by Zhang Tianyang's side.

The flow of people in the respiratory department is not small, and it is almost time to eat, family members come and go, the aunt who delivers the meal is snoring and drinking, and the lunch box and spoon collide and jingle.

In the midst of the noise, Zhang Tianyang sat quietly in place, making plans seriously.

Many people who came and went became interested in this strange white coat, including the patient's family, the nurse aunt and uncle who walked back and forth, and the occasional idle nurse.

There were even a few who wanted to take out their phones to take a commemorative photo.

But Song Changkong turned into a security guard and persuaded them to come down.

Time passed, but the handwriting on the notebook grew.

Maybe it's because I saw Song Changkong studying hard today, and I felt something when I thought of so many doctors who studied for further study.

Maybe there was such a vague idea buried in the bottom of my heart, but I didn't have the opportunity to implement it.

Or maybe it was the previous experience of "teaching" two fans that made him feel something.

In short, he had always felt that this kind of gastroscopic technique could only be used by him with super eyesight, and there was no need to expand it.

But now I want to give it a try.

Come to think of it, the bronchoscopy experience of Dongfang Hospital is of great significance to Song Changkong.

So isn't my own gastroscopy technology important to the Department of Gastroenterology of Dongfang Hospital, as well as the patients who may be saved under this technology in the future?

Rather than hoping that all doctors can have the same system as him, why not try to see if this gastroscopic technique can be promoted?

The successful publication of the paper in the Journal of Oriental Medical University gave him hope.

If you don't have enough eyesight, you can use tools to make it up.

For example, a screen with higher resolution, such as a more sensitive lens that can capture moving images, such as real-time playback?

But there are still many steps to be taken before that.

For example, the screening of patients, the training of physicians, the combined application of fluid mechanics principles, and various promotion ......

Qiu Ming thought that he had completed the task of "inviting Senior Brother Zhang to the Department of Gastroenterology for gastroscopy", and the director of the Department of Gastroenterology thought that Zhang Tianyang was following his plan.

But they actually didn't know that Zhang Tianyang was already thinking about the ultimate goal on his "strategy flowchart".

And what Zhang Tianyang thinks about is even more long-term.

If it can be successfully implemented, it will not affect the Department of Gastroenterology of Dongfang Hospital.

......

It wasn't until a dozen pages of notebooks were densely filled with handwriting that Zhang Tianyang stopped his pen unsatisfied, and then sighed.

Flipping through the "plan" he had written, he shook his head.

This is the highest point that he feels he can push with his ability at present, and what will happen beyond is not within the scope of his plan.

The surrounding noise gradually reappeared in my ears.

Zhang Tianyang looked up, only to find that there were strange eyes all around.

Beside him, Song Changkong was looking at his mobile phone while moving his legs, which were standing a little numb.

Looking at the time, more than half an hour has passed.

Song Changkong has been waiting for him all the time?

Zhang Tianyang was a little embarrassed in an instant, and quickly stood up, finding that his legs were also a little numb.

Then he found that Song Changkong didn't even have a chair......

Damn!

He actually made an old doctor in his thirties and forties wait for him for so long.

Looking at the slight whiteness of Song Changkong's temples, as well as his hands that occasionally beat his waist twice, Zhang Tianyang felt so guilty.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Song, for keeping you waiting for so long. ”

After thinking about it, he decided to make amends.

"Teacher Song, in order to express my apologies, I will invite you to dinner!"

"Okay. ”

Song Changkong smiled, "It just so happens that I'm hungry too, how about it, are there any good restaurants nearby?"

After getting Zhang Tianyang's negative reply, Song Changkong smiled naturally, "Is there any taboo? If not, I'll take you to one, I found it recently, and it tastes good." ”

"Okay. ”

Zhang Tianyang laughed.

Song Changkong, an old doctor, is actually quite interesting.

Although old-fashioned and sophisticated, it always makes people feel very friendly, even if it has its own purpose, but it is always not as red as others.

I feel that I can be a year-old friend in the future.

This feeling is even more pronounced when you sit in a small, cozy storefront and watch the food tumble in a hot little pot.

Song Changkong has a lot of topics.

After all, he has lived many years longer than Zhang Tianyang, and it is very interesting to mention the interesting people, interesting things, and interesting diseases he has met before.

Unconsciously, the topic has turned to the "ideal".

This seems to be the final destination of all long exchanges.

"What is your ideal?"