On the day before the operation, Zhao Chuanyang slept for a long time and was full of energy, and today's operation will last for a long time, which is also a test of his physical strength.

Han Nuo had already arrived at the hospital first, and Zhao Chuanyang gave Han Nuo the surgical thread before the operation began, saying that he would use this to suture Hu Yan's wound at the end of the operation.

"What is this?"

Han Nuo felt cold when he touched it with his hand, as if it was a material he had never seen before.

Zhao Chuanyang said that he didn't know how to explain it now, anyway, he just did what he said, and disinfected the surgical line first.

The anesthesiologist had already anesthetized Hu Yan, and Zhao Chuanyang had also changed into a surgical gown.

As soon as he touched his pocket, his heart was half cold.

The medicine is gone.

After the boy died, Zhao Chuanyang had to take medicine before the operation to ensure that he would not hallucinate during the operation, and he always brought the medicine prescribed by Anna with him, but now the medicine is gone.

"Doctor Zhao, Hu Yan has entered a deep sleep, and the operation can begin. ”

Han Nuo reminded Zhao Chuanyang on the side.

If the patient has not been anesthetized, the operation may be postponed, but Hu Yan is under general anesthesia, which is harmful to the human body, and if the operation is directly ended, it will be a long time before the second operation can be performed.

Zhao Chuanyang could only change into a surgical gown.

Walking into the operating room, he saw Hu Yan lying on the hospital bed, and a few lines of words popped out in front of Zhao Chuanyang's eyes.

[System task triggered: Angioleiomyoma resection surgery]

[Task requirements: Remove all tumors in the patient's body within three hours]

[Task reward: gold plus 5000, character experience plus 5000, a book of traditional Chinese medicine (I)]

Just seeing Hu Yan's face, Zhao Chuanyang felt a little dizzy, and he couldn't even read the words prompted by the system.

Han Nuo sensed that something was wrong with Zhao Chuanyang, so he asked if he could still insist on the operation.

"Even if you can't hold on, you have to keep going. ”

The patient is already anesthetized, and it is the doctor's responsibility to abort the operation because of the doctor's reasons, and he cannot escape from the battle.

But when he picked up the scalpel, his hand trembled uncontrollably, and he almost cut the wrong place.

In a trance, Hu Yan's face changed to that of the boy who died before, and he opened his mouth to ask Zhao Chuanyang why he couldn't save himself.

"Doctor Zhao, Zhao Chuanyang!"

Zhao Chuanyang came back to his senses and saw Han Nuo looking at him with a frightened expression, and his scalpel was across his fingers, and he was about to cut through the rubber gloves a little down.

"I'll be the chief surgeon, you calm down first. ”

Now Zhao Chuanyang's state is really not suitable for continuing the operation, so Han Nuo can only take over first.

The scalpel in Zhao Chuanyang's hand fell to the ground, he subconsciously bent down to pick it up, he picked up the scalpel, because it fell on the ground and could no longer be used, but just when he was about to put the scalpel aside, he suddenly saw a pair of eyes reflected on the knife surface.

It wasn't my own eyes, though they resembled me.

"Father. ”

What was reflected in the scalpel was Zhao Tiancheng's eyes.

He was looking at himself with very disdainful eyes, and Zhao Chuanyang seemed to hear him say in his ear: "Even a waste like you is worthy of being my son?"

Rubbish.

Zhao Chuanyang held the handle of the knife tightly.

If a doctor can't perform surgery, what's the difference between it and waste?

He's a piece of waste now.

What Zhao Chuanyang hates the most is to be looked down upon, but now, he even looks down on himself.

Because a little frustration would have to rely on medication to continue to pick up the scalpel, he can't do that.

The hand holding the scalpel suddenly became very firm, and Zhao Chuanyang's heart gradually calmed down.

"Han Nuo, I'm fine, let me come. ”

Han Nuo turned his head and saw that Zhao Chuanyang's eyes had become different from just now, and he had become very firm and full of confidence.

He smiled and walked back to his place, Han Nuo had just opened Hu Yan's abdominal cavity, and now it was time to remove the tumor.

Because the size of the tumor is too large, it brings great difficulties to the resection work, which not only cannot hurt the healthy tissues of Hu Yan itself, but also ensures that the tumor is removed cleanly.

Han Nuo watched Zhao Chuanyang's movements, and when he went under the knife, he was neat and neat, without a trace of hesitation, as if the scalpel had become a part of his body.

"Expand the field of view of surgery. ”

The tumor in the right atrium is the most troublesome to remove, and the tumor is tightly attached to the blood vessels next to the heart.

"Hemostats. ”

Zhao Chuanyang calmly performed the operation, and outside the operating room, those experts were waiting for the results of the operation.

In Ding's Hospital, Ding Zijian was smoking a cigar, but he was just sitting in a chair holding a cigar with his fingers, sniffing the smoke.

He is also waiting for news.

He viciously hoped that this operation would fail, and it would be better for Zhao Chuanyang to end his career as a doctor in this operation.

In all fairness, Ding Zijian felt that he did not have the ability to complete the operation on his own, so he did not want to see anyone with this ability.

He's always been a good guy, and no one can beat him.

Shi Lei pushed open the door of Ding Zijian's office, and Hu Yan's operation was over.

"The result. ”

Ding Zijian stared at Shi Lei tightly.

"Congratulations, Dr. Zhao, you've created another miracle. ”

The operation was almost over, only the suturing of the wound remained, and Han Nuo was already congratulating Zhao Chuanyang, he had done an impeccable job.

"You've worked hard, I'll invite you to drink after work. ”

Zhao Chuanyang used surgical threads to suture Hu Yan's wounds, and the surgical threads taken out of the system were supposed to be useful for Hu Yan's scar physique.

Three hours of intense mental concentration made him feel that his physical strength had been exhausted.

Although many people think that doctors are just standing there when performing surgery, there is nothing tiring, in fact, the fatigue of the mind is often more unbearable than the exhaustion of the body, which is why many doctors will think of various ways to refresh themselves when doing surgery.

"Send Hu Yan to the intensive care unit first. ”

Considering that the patient's body must be very weak after the operation, Zhao Chuanyang still asked the nurse to monitor Hu Yan's condition 24 hours a day.

Those experts saw Zhao Chuanyang at this moment, and their attitudes were much better.

"Young and promising. ”

"The back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves, and we old guys are really going to retire. ”

Zhao Chuanyang hurriedly humbly said: "All the seniors have praised it, I just have better luck, I believe that if it is replaced by the predecessors, it will definitely do better than me." ”

The experts were quite happy to hear this.