"Teacher Meng, I think it's my inner demon." Ji Xiang felt that Meng Qingfei was too exaggerated.

"It's like long-distance running, the sooner you reach the limit, the better, the technical term seems to be called the pole, I heard an athlete say. The poles of professional athletes are very vague, also called second breathing or something. ”

What Meng Qingfei said was a little confusing and complicated, but the general meaning was that Ji Xiang understood.

He thought about it carefully, and it seemed that it was somewhat similar to his own situation, which could be compared to it.

"Doctor, in the face of life and death, do you think everyone is the same?" Meng Qingfei smiled, "Yes, yes, there is an extreme at this age." By the way, how did you get better? ”

"Well, I quickly adjusted my mood, and it was probably delayed for less than 10 minutes, and then the operation was successfully completed."

Meng Qingfei smiled and groaned, looking at him more happily than he had crossed a towering difficulty.

"Do a good job in the future, but you kid knows how to be more sophisticated than when I was younger, and you will go further. At that time, I really thought that as long as the level was high, it didn't matter what happened. ”

Meng Qingfei looked at Ji Xiang, "Later, there was a competition between two candidates for the president of a large hospital, do you know?" ”

"emmm, I've heard of it, it was many years ago, and I wasn't there at that time, right, Mr. Meng."

Ji Xiang and Meng Qingfei played a dumb riddle.

"Yes." Meng Qingfei said, "Originally, according to my opinion at the time, the one with a high level should be the dean, but it was a bit shameless for another one to take advantage of him to study abroad and occupy the position of the dean with a thunderous momentum." But the means of people operating in the later period are not blown. ”

Ji Xiang knew a little about this allusion, and he looked at Meng Qingfei with a smile.

"And the one with the highest level of skill later went to Jinmen, how can I say it?" Meng Qingfei knocked his head, "Elm head, no way." ”

"Teacher Meng, your statement is a bit ......"

"Hehe, that's my own feelings. By the time I figured it out, I was almost forty. It's like you don't know how to have surgery, but in your twenties, you can be brave and aggressive. But if you are forty or fifty years old, I am afraid that it is not Alzheimer's. ”

Ji Xiang and Meng Qingfei chatted without a word, and Dr. Merz was talking on the phone in the cold wind at the gate of the Second Affiliated Hospital, and the whole person was frozen into a dog.

"Jones, I met a patient." Dr. Merz gave a brief account of what he had seen and heard.

"Why is it a patent foramen ovale? How can it be a patent foramen ovale? What is the relationship between foramen ovale and neurological abnormalities? Do you have any new research that has been successful? ”

"My dear Merz, are you interested in cardiac surgery? For God's sake, you'd better have your joint surgery, you don't know how much I envy you. ”

"Jones, I'...... It's asking you why! "Dr. Merz was a little impatient.

"Did you not have surgery? No way! ”

This sentence stirred up painful memories in Dr. Merz's mind, and he said angrily, "Jones! I'm just in a bad place, damn it! Don't tease me, okay! ”

"I'm going to have surgery soon."

"Explain it to me before you get on!"

The doctor on the other side was a little surprised, after all, Dr. Merz was an expert in sports medicine, and he couldn't understand why Dr. Merz suddenly became interested in heart surgery.

But Dr. Jones could already hear Dr. Merz's outburst on the phone.

"The foramen ovale is a fissure in the middle of the atrial septum, located at the superior border of the primary atrial septum, where the first and secondary atrial septums, that is, the junction of the inferior border of the second atrial septum, are usually covered by a thin slice of the primary atrial septum."

"Before birth, the fetus does not establish pulmonary circulation, so during the fetal period, the foramen ovale acts as a physiological channel like a valve, only allowing blood to flow from right to left, and can prevent blood from right to left from flowing backwards, so that blood flows from the right atrium into the left atrium to maintain blood circulation in the fetus."

Dr. Merz forced his patience for a few minutes before interrupting Jones.

"I want to know why, instead of listening to you tell me about damn histoembryology and local dissection."

"Merz, you have a very short temper today, did the patient during your operation have an accident due to patent foramen ovale? That's sad news. ”

"No, I'm in a community hospital!" Dr. Merz emphasized, "Tell me why, you still have surgery." Damn, it's so cold on this side. ”

Dr. Merz shivered and complained about the cold wind in the parking lot of the Second Affiliated Hospital.

"The specific mechanism by which migraine develops in patients with patent foramen ovale is unknown.

Some scholars believe that it may be that tiny thrombosis or serotonin and other headache-triggering substances are usually filtered in the lungs, and if there is too much of this substance, it is not deposited and inactivated in the lungs, and when the pressure in the right heart increases, such as coughing, holding breath, and diving, venous blood from the right atrium flows into the left atrium, that is, a right-to-left shunt is generated. ”

"Right-to-left shunts are also usually asymptomatic, but they are like the right heart system, which is something from the venous system, such as thrombosis in the deep veins of the lower extremities or pelvic veins."

"Fat emboli that form after surgery or trauma. Symptoms can occur when blood flow reaches the right side of the heart through a patent foramen ovale into the left heart, and then the emboli pass through the arterial system into the brain, causing embolism of blood vessels in the brain. ”

"The patient has no history of surgery or trauma and is a young woman. Young!!! ”

Dr. Merz emphasized, waving his arms as if he were fighting the cold wind outside the Second Annex.

"Yes, there is nothing surprising about the majority of patients with patent foramen ovale causing severe headaches under the age of 45." Dr. Jones's hearty voice came, "Melz, what I said above is just speculation, at least it seems to be true. ”

Resemble!

Dr. Merz is about to erupt.

"I don't think it will be long before those theories are going to be overturned, but there is no large-scale sample yet."

"Why?"

"Because the treatment of this type of disease can now be done with interventional closure surgery, which is very small and very simple." Dr. Jones said, "There are simple ways to solve it in the clinic, and who would be so bent into studying why." ”

"In young migraine patients, the presence of patent foramen ovale needs to be suspected after migraine symptoms have been ruled out as other causes of arterial embolism. Timely detection, early treatment, and elimination of symptoms. ”

"As long as you remember that young patients have stubborn headaches, you can do it more often, and you can follow the insurance company's process, and there will be no problems."

"Dear Merz, do you understand what I mean? It's just a small branching issue, don't worry too much about it. But if you are interested in the diseases of our cardiac surgery, you can come to me for a special study. ”

Dr. Merz has a word of suffering.

He would never say that he was facing an arrogant and domineering big devil, and when he was sure that the patient was a nervous system disease, the big demon king jumped out and told him that the patient was congenital heart disease.

The knight was defeated at the feet of the Great Demon King, and the script was definitely not designed like this!

Dr. Merz clenched his hands into fists, thinking viciously about the face of the arrogant young doctor in front of him!

"It really has nothing to do with your sports medicine, and cardiac surgery doesn't have much research on patent foramen ovale, don't think about it." Dr. Jones advised.

The wind was cold and the snow was drifting, and Dr. Merz hung up the phone and took a deep look at the Second Affiliated Hospital.

A 120 ambulance roared up, and bloodied people were lifted down from above.

Dr. Merz couldn't figure out why the young doctor had come to the emergency room.

To increase clinical experience? All young doctors will have some interest in the emergency room at some point in their careers.

Originally, Dr. Merz came up with this reason.

But the headache caused by the patent foramen ovale, Dr. Merz vaguely guessed that the young doctor's level was extremely high, even far beyond his own medical knowledge.

So Dr. Merz rejects his old idea.

Damn, he's just a young doctor, how can he give himself the illusion of being so powerful?

After watching his surgery, he learned that he must kill the Great Demon King in his heart, and Dr. Merz already imagined in his heart that he took advantage of the Great Demon King's defenselessness, snatched the sword, and then slashed the Great Demon King.

Dr. Merz was still very confident in the operation, and he estimated that the young doctor's new procedure must have noticed some details.

As long as you look at the surgery yourself, you can understand the whole process.

After all, I have done countless similar surgeries, and the principle is much the same.

Dr. Merz felt that he was only temporarily deceived by "magic", no! It was deceived by the black magic of the Demon King.

Then wait and see!

Dr. Merz took a deep breath, trying to suppress the fire burning deep inside him.

But the cold wind mixed with the snowflakes was sucked into his respiratory tract, and the violent coughing made Dr. Merz very uncomfortable.

This damn weather, this damn big devil!

……

The next day, Wembanyama came to the Second Affiliated Hospital.

What made Dr. Melz happy was that he was by Lin Jiuze's side, and Lin Jiuze and the young Great Demon King did not drive him away and drove him away.

As long as they don't speak, they pretend they don't exist.

This is the arrogance of the Great Demon King! He didn't think he could learn the damn surgery, and Dr. Merz became more and more sure.

Every arrogant guy gets what he deserves!

The villain dies of talking too much!!

Wembanyama's postoperative recovery was not good, and the local tissue adhesions were more serious, and if he followed the rehabilitation plan, it would take at least half a year to get on the field.

And whether it's a traverse or a first pass, the startup speed will be affected.

But that's all Dr. Merz and his medical team can do, and Dr. Merz doesn't believe anyone can do it better!

Because Wembanyama's team carried all the necessary information, after coming to the Second Affiliated Hospital, they did several relevant examinations and then submitted the operation order to prepare for the operation.

Dr. Merz lay down early to rest, and he had to recharge his batteries.

But this night Dr. Merz tossed and turned, and as soon as he closed his eyes, he was full of the appearance of the damn young demon king.

He's arrogant, he's unruly, he's not polite, he's upset the balance in the industry. Even top athletes came to him for surgery, giving him sky-high prices.

$9 million, that damn green paper.

These are damn crimes, and Dr. Merz has sealed the Great Demon King in his heart and has imposed countless curses.

On the morning of the operation, Dr. Merz came to the hospital with dark circles under his eyes.

What he was worried about was that Lin Jiu would not let him go to the operating table to watch the operation process.

Dr. Merz even approached friends at the embassy in advance, and if they refused, he was prepared to use all resources to exert pressure.

But the consummable thing didn't happen, and the young demon didn't seem to realize that he was going to snatch his sword, and Dr. Merz happily followed suit.

Dressed in a lead suit, Dr. Merz scorned the shabby of the lead suit.

He wore a full lead suit and refused Lin Jiu's request to let him observe in the operation room.

If you want to see it, you have to stand in the nearest position to watch the operation, or you might as well not see it!

Dr. Merz is confident in himself.

Wembanyama is 2.23 meters, and after gaining muscle, he no longer looks like he was a hemp before the draft.

He was lying on the operating table as if he had been operated on in Massachusetts a few months ago.

Dr. Merz watched silently, and as the airtight lead door closed, there were only two groups of surgeons in the operating room, as well as the instrument nurse and the doctor in charge of Wembanyama's medical team, and he came behind Ji Xiang.

Lin Jiu was doing the piercing, and the young Great Demon King was disinfecting for the last time.

Cutting along the outside of the last incision, the young Great Demon King patiently cut off the scar tissue.

Dr. Merz was disdainful, it was all superficial work, Wembanyama wouldn't care, and no one would care.

It's not plastic surgery, it makes no sense to be so smooth, and the focus of the surgery is inside.

Dr. Merz gave a very low rating for this step.

Lin Jiuze's surgery was carried out very quickly, with catheterization, superselection, and imaging.

It's really a film! Dr. Merz was surprised to discover, as legend has it all, that it was a hybrid operation.

At the moment when the imaging was completed, the young Great Demon King had already cleaned up the adhesion tissue and began to prepare to suture the poorly healed area from the previous operation.

The technique of clearing the adhesions was good, but it didn't matter, and Dr. Merz watched the operation carefully.

But that's not the point!

He cheered up and prepared to study seriously, this was an important step in snatching the sword from the Great Demon King's hand.

The young Great Demon King looked up, glanced at the image, and then began to match.

He asked for a pair of scissors before the anastomosis and cut open parts of the sutures from the previous surgery.

Dr. Merz was a little puzzled that there was no need for a destructive surgery in terms of a conventional secondary surgery.

The Great Demon King is asking for his own death.

Supposedly, this should be the focus of surgery, but Dr. Merz's years of rich clinical experience and the experience accumulated from countless surgeries still do not know what the young demon king is doing.

Ji Xiang cut off a part of the tissue and began to suture it.

His stitches seemed haphazard, and some of the tissues weren't even aligned.

That's it?

Dr. Merz couldn't believe his eyes.

He raised his hand to remove the lead mirror, rubbed it vigorously, and looked at it carefully.

That's it!

Indeed, the young Great Demon King did not do anything beyond his common sense, he just skillfully cleaned the connective tissue adhesions and sutured them again.

The key step must be after this, maybe they invented some magical potion!

Dr. Merz's gaze fell on the instrument table in front of Tang Yan.

The same equipment is very ordinary, and there is no new equipment at all.

Why, exactly!

The surgery was done so quickly, and there was nothing beyond my knowledge.

Except for Lin Jiuze, who pretended to be a portrait, there were no other details that were different from the existing techniques.

If there was a time, the young Archdevil's operation was "rough" when the stitches were sutured, which made Dr. Merz a little confused.

"Ready to rinse." Ji Xiang asked for warm salt water.

It's this! Dr. Merz's eyes lit up.

If you have a legendary potion, it will not be in a jar with a hole, but will be used inadvertently in a salt water bottle.

Definitely!

Dr. Merz "discovered" the essence of the problem.

But when they use warm brine, it's so wasteful, like it's really 0.9% sodium chloride solution.

Dr. Merz denied his opinion, and when the young demon king began to sew the skin, he relived the entire procedure.

The Great Demon King hid his sword very well, and Dr. Merz was surprised to find that he had watched the operation from beginning to end, but had not seen how it should be done.

F！

Dr. Merz cursed inwardly.

It must have been the young Great Demon King who knew that he was coming to steal his sword, so he didn't care if Wembanyama could recover his health, and he wanted to hide his sword!

It's so despicable, so shameless!

Dr. Merz cursed inwardly.

That's it, there is no way for Wembanyama to recover after the operation!

Wembanyama's team was also prepared for the lads to play in the playoffs and play at a dominant level, after all, this is a contract year.

After the playoffs, Wembanyama could get his biggest contract ever.

However, all this was completely shattered by the young Great Demon King.

He charged Wembanyama a sky-high $9 million for the operation, but he didn't give Wembanyama a good operation!

Dr. Melz had a flash of thought and a myriad of conspiracy theories.

So what's next?

What would you do if you were to change it?

Dr. Merz knew that if he failed to do a second operation, he would be talking about how bad the first surgery was, and because of this, the second operation would fail!

Shameless!!

It's like Judas who betrayed Jesus for 30 silver coins!

"Doctor Ji Xiang, has the operation been done?" Dr. Merz thought of the conspiracy theory and was so apprehensive that he decided to be the first to attack.

"yes."

"But I didn't see what you did, I just cleaned up the adhesions of the local connective tissue."

"And what else do you want to do?"

Ji Xiang asked while sewing the skin.

Really!

The words of the young Great Demon King confirmed Dr. Merz's inner suspicions.

He would put all the blame on the first operation and find all sorts of reasons to shirk his responsibility.

“f***！” Dr. Merz no longer maintained his gentlemanly demeanor, and scolded very dryly.

"What did you say?" Ji Xiang turned his head, his eyes narrowing into a slit.

"Are you saying that the first surgery was particularly bad, so it caused you to fail the second operation?! It must be, you shamelessly want to blame me and my medical team for your mistakes. Dr. Merz couldn't contain his anger anymore, and said what he expected the Great Demon King to say.

"The first surgery was done in a decent way, and there were no obvious mistakes."

“！！！”

Dr. Merz was stunned.

The Great Demon King didn't even say that he didn't do well in the operation?

This shouldn't be!

"Take!"

Ji Xiang said disdainfully.

There was an instant silence in the operating room.

Deng Chaohong looked up at Ji Xiang in disbelief, Tang Yan's eyes were wide open, and he also looked at Ji Xiang.

In their impression, Ji Xiang is usually elegant and easy-going during surgery, at most he drives a car, and he will never scold or drop instruments.

Even when the operation was problematic due to tension in the magic capital, he was self-regulating instead of transferring the pressure to others.

What's going on today?

Ji Xiang actually opened his mouth to scold, and it seemed to be the way he scolded people in the area where he went to college.

Will that blonde foreigner be angry?

What happens if you get angry and cause a foreign dispute?

Tang Yan is a novice, and although Deng Chaohong has experienced a hundred battles, he has never encountered a similar situation.

Looking at this scene in front of them, everyone was frightened and speechless.

To everyone's surprise, however, Dr. Merz was not angry, and a smile appeared on his face.

"Fuck, fuck!" Ji Xiang turned around and continued to curse.

The crowd was dumbfounded.

Dr. Merz still didn't respond, and after a puzzled look, he spoke a few words to the head of Wembanyama's medical team and turned away.

"Xiaoji, why are you scolding, it's not good." Deng Chaohong asked.

"Teacher Deng, I didn't scold." Ji Xiang narrowed his eyes.

"It seems to be a curse in Guangdong, pretty boy." Deng Chaohong said helplessly, and finally added a beautiful boy to show how much he knew about dialects.

"What's the matter, I'm talking about deal, and the translation is good, that's all." Ji Xiang explained.

“！！！”

“！！！”

“！！！”

There were countless exclamation marks popping up on every head in the operating room.

"And what about your mother that you said later?" Tang Yan asked.

Ji Xiang glanced at her, "Really, what kind of dirty words did the little girl's family have." ”

"You said it!"

"I'm talking about deal, delay no more!" After Ji Xiang finished speaking, he repeated all the letters.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

"He asked me if I would blame the failure of the surgery on the first operation, and I meant no. I really don't know what to say, Dr. Lin, do you often dump the pot at Massachusetts General Hospital? ”

"Well, shirking responsibility exists everywhere, and the doctors at Massachusetts General Hospital are also human beings, and they are not exempt from vulgarity." Lin Jiu was stunned for a few seconds before replying helplessly.

"Huh." Ji Xiang finished sewing the last stitch and turned to step down.

“delay no more？” Tang Yan carefully recalled what Ji Xiang had just said.

"Xiao Tang, it's not easy to learn well, and if you learn badly, you slip away." Deng Chaohong sighed, "Don't learn this from Xiao Ji." Especially if there are external experts, don't say it, it's really misunderstood, be careful that experts will drop equipment. ”

"Hah!"

(End of chapter)