Chapter 7: The Benevolence of the Healer

The family must have heard the dissatisfaction in Mu Fan's tone, he only smiled bitterly, who started to look down on others?

"Please don't mind, the woman has long hair and short knowledge, I won't give you compensation on behalf of the child, but please take action and save my child's life." The family said very sincerely, and they almost pleaded.

Mu Fan is not a hard-hearted person, a minute of time passes, the danger of the patient is a little more, thinking of this, he said: "I can make a move, but there is no guarantee that the operation will be 100% successful, I can only do my best to save his life." ”

The family members nodded again and again, "As long as the doctor can save my son's life, you are the benefactor of my Xu family." ”

Mu Fan, who is a benefactor or a benefactor, didn't think so much, the benevolence of the doctor is a matter of duty, and after explaining the patients under his hand to other colleagues, he took his needle bag and returned to the brain operating room again.

Seeing Mu Fan coming back, Director Wu immediately smiled and said, "Boy, or will I give you a hand?"

"What else do you have to say? It's my pleasure to give me a hand. ”

Director Mo of the Department of Brain didn't say much this time, and immediately arranged for the medical staff to prepare for the preoperative work, Mu Fan bore the brunt of the work, his hand speed was super fast, and the silver needles were redistributed on several special acupuncture points on the patient's head, which stabilized his vital signs again.

The brain medical staff, who had been hanging their hearts, were relieved when they saw that the data on the instrument had recovered to normal values.

Now they looked at Mu Fan with a slightly different look, since they started medicine, they have been in contact with Western medicine, and they have always had a very mysterious attitude towards Chinese medicine and acupuncture.

To put it bluntly, I don't believe in the things handed down by my ancestors, and those who study Western medicine think that Chinese medicine is a deceptive thing.

But Mu Fan let them see the incredible, and the advanced scientific equipment that gave them the confidence of the mystery couldn't do anything like ordinary silver needles?

How can people not be surprised that common sense is subverted?

After the preoperative preparations were completed, Mu Fan was the chief surgeon, Director Wu was the first to operate, and Mo Yidao, the director of the brain department, became an observer.

I saw that Mu Fan's technique was quite skillful, fast and accurate, and every step was so natural and concise.

It can almost be judged that there is no superfluous place in all his surgical movements, and in this respect, the operation time is virtually shortened.

The more I looked at Director Mo, the more surprised I was in my heart, how many times do you have to practice this kind of technique to achieve?

When did Yaxiang Hospital have such a skilled junior doctor?

How had he never heard of it?

Cranial pressure is restored, the effusion is removed, the ruptured blood vessels are sutured again, the cranial cavity is closed, and the outer skin is sutured layer by layer, and the whole operation is perfect.

From beginning to end, the silver needle pierced the patient's head did not move, and Mu Fan used his fingers to slightly flick the exposed needle tail from time to time during the operation, so that it could ensure a slight vibration frequency.

"This time the silver needle is pulled out, I am not sure, don't pull it out again, if you don't listen, he will really be completely hopeless. The last flick of the needle tail, a cyan qi that could not be seen by the naked eye crossed into the patient's brain with Mu Fan's bounce movement.

"No, no, this time listen to Dr. Mu's advice. Mo stabbed again and again, haha.

Walking out of the door of the operating room, the patient's family immediately greeted him.

The two directors, Wu and Mo, naturally gave up their positions and let Mu Fan go ahead, which is a common practice and a respect for the chief surgeon.

Whoever is in charge of the operation has the right to explain the patient's condition to the family.

"Doctor, how's it going?"

Mu Fan said: "The operation was quite successful, but the patient is still in the observation period, and he will be fine if he is fine after the observation period." ”

"Great, thank you, thank you!"

Mu Fan waved his hand, "Don't thank me, thank you, you just thank Director Wu and Director Mo, if it weren't for their strong support, how could I be on the operating table?"

Hearing this, Director Wu and Director Mo smiled at each other, but Director Mo was a little embarrassed, he didn't approve of Mu Fan at the beginning, and it was he who caused the patient's second craniotomy.

After taking two quick steps, Director Wu caught up with Mu Fan and said, "The kid really has you, with you as a god, my emergency department is really worry-free." ”

"Eh, Director, you can't ignore my future for your own sake. Mu Fan glared.

Director Wu laughed, "Don't worry, my old Wu is not that kind of person, and there is a suitable opportunity to keep and push you up." ”

"Okay, then I'll hug your old thighs. ”

"Go! You still need to hug your thighs, your own legs are thick enough!"

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