"Doctor Xiaoji, are you in?"

"Well, go in, don't you feel it?"

"It seems to feel a little, and it seems like there is nothing. Uh, I mean come in! I really came in and felt it! ”

"I'll change direction and you'll feel better."

The conversation between Ji Xiang and Zhao Zhe came from the intercom, and the doctors and nurses in the operation room were dumbfounded.

What does that mean.

He ...... Guys...... What for. Director Yang asked in a hissed voice.

"The guidewire has hooked the staple, and Dr. Zhao should be able to take it out, but I can't see it clearly. Dr. Koji's eyes were so good, I didn't notice the details of his movements. ”

Director Li Mingli propped up the table with both hands, his head moved towards the screen little by little, he carefully identified the surgical scene just now, but like Zhao Zhe, he couldn't see whether the guide wire had hooked the staple.

“……”

“……”

Hearing Director Li's explanation, the doctors and nurses vaguely understood what was happening.

Originally, it was a joy to see the dawn of the operation, but the joy, cheers, and other emotions were shattered by the impact of that conversation.

Everyone was a little stunned.

"Now it's time to orient the staple so that the tip dodges the inner wall of the pharynx." Zhao Zhe asked.

"Well, I'm done, I'm ready to go out. 1~2~3~ Walking! ”

In the screen, the guidewire hooked with the staple moves little by little, and a thin staple hangs underneath.

The black image of the staple under the X-ray rays is wobbly and crumbling.

Everyone's hearts were lifted.

It is indeed taken out, but once it falls, the operation will go in an unpredictable direction.

God knows where the staples will fall.

Director Li's hands pressed against the table, leaning forward, his face almost pressed against the screen, trying to distinguish the "slender" image of the staple.

However, Ji Xiang and Zhao Zhe in the operating room didn't seem to feel the nervousness of everyone in the operating room, and in less than 10 seconds, the catheter, guidewire, and staple disappeared from the screen of the DSA machine together.

"Finish the fight, call it a day." Ji Xiang turned his head and raised his hand with the crowd on the other side of the leaded glass, holding a staple in his thumb and middle finger, his eyes narrowed into a slit.

Finished?

Done?

That's it?

The machine paused, and Ji Xiang kicked open the airtight lead door and walked into the operation room.

He held a staple stained with blood and a white viscous secretion.

"Teacher Yang, Teacher Li, take it out."

“！！！”

Director Yang stared at the staple.

After the efforts of two hospitals and several doctors in different departments, the staples were still not taken out.

It stubbornly remained in the patient's right main bronchus, and several failed surgeries seemed to tell people that it could only be removed by opening the chest and using the most traumatic way.

Director Li also tried, but it still didn't work.

How come everything is different after changing the old ruler with a grandson-like face?!

Director Yang was a little confused.

But no matter who takes it out, it's a good thing, and Director Yang's face showed a smile that he didn't realize himself, and his face was full of approval.

After glancing at Ji Xiang, Director Yang looked at Zhao Zhe deeply.

"Awesome, Dr. Koji!" Director Li's eyes were a little red, and he said excitedly.

"It's okay, it's okay."

"Guess you might have taken the staples out, but I didn't expect the Dr. Zhao you brought with me to be so powerful." Director Li praised.

"It should be that the two of us cooperate more and are more proficient in surgery." Ji Xiang's eyes narrowed, and his smile was covered by a mask, "If you want to talk about surgery, Director Li will be a few streets away from the two of us." ”

Director Li felt a little blushing in the face of Ji Xiang's business blowing that he didn't want at all.

Ji Xiang put the staples on the gauze and handed them to Director Yang.

"Teacher Yang, please take a look at the patient's family."

Director Yang took the gauze, glanced at it carefully, and nodded in confusion.

The professor of thoracic surgery next to him looked at the staples with great interest, and it was a great thing for them not to have surgery, and their joy was only a little lower than that of the patient's parents.

Who wouldn't be happy if they did less work.

Ji Xiang turned around to help Zhao Zhe deal with the final matters.

A few minutes later, the patient was carried back to the ward in a flat car, and Director Li gradually eased up.

He looked at Zhao Zhe carefully, and felt an inexplicable feeling in his heart.

When he saw Zhao Zhe for the first time, Director Li felt very familiar. Clinically, there is no shortage of old doctors like Zhao Zhe, who knows the clear and unspoken rules, and does things slippery.

They are generally limited in their abilities, because of their talent limitations, it is impossible to go further in surgery, and they can only take care of the basic work.

From Zhao Zhe's grandson-like smile, Director Li can be sure that he is such a character, whether it is expression, action, or emotion, he is a person.

But!

The operation that had just been done subverted Li Ming's cognition.

I tried 3 times with Ji Xiang, a full 3 times, and every time I missed a fraction.

looked like it was missed, but Director Li knew that it was much worse, and he couldn't accurately cooperate with Ji Xiang.

I wanted to take a break by myself and go again, but I really couldn't do it, so I could only open my chest to solve the problem.

But Zhao Zhe didn't know when he was on the operating table, and when everyone didn't realize it, the operation was solved.

Is it really like what Ji Xiang said, just how much is it to cooperate?

Director Li doesn't think so.

He did not go with Ji Xiang and Zhao Zhe to see off the patient, but squatted in the locker room to "wait for the rabbit".

After more than ten minutes, Zhao Zhe walked in and prepared to change clothes.

"Dr. Zhao." Director Li smiled and took the initiative to say hello.

"Director Li, hello, why didn't you go down." Zhao Zhe still looked like a grandson, and when he faced Director Li, his waist bent unconsciously, humbled to the bone, and became a part of him.

Director Li looked at Zhao Zhe and smiled bitterly.

"Doctor Zhao, don't be so polite."

"I've seen the video of your operation, and I've benefited a lot, so I'm your anonymous disciple." Zhao Zhedao.

"What?"

"At the National Interventional Annual Meeting 9 years ago, you did a demonstration operation, and I have repeatedly studied that operation many times, and it is really wonderful!"

Director Li himself forgot about the demonstration operation 9 years ago, and Zhao Zhe was still stunned when he mentioned it.

"You ......"

"I used to be a grassroots doctor in a prefecture-level city in Northeast China, and no one knew how to use our DSA machines when they were about to grow hair. I figured it out on my own, thinking about interventional surgery. ”

Zhao Zhe didn't see much of it in front of the strange Director Li, especially when he had just been successfully operated, so he kept him in a state of excitement, opened his chatter attribute, and talked about his unbearable past in Ly City.

His words were so dense that Director Li forgot to ask Zhao Zhe and Ji Xiang how many surgeries they had done.