Standing under the shadowless lamp in the operating room, Ding Junyi, who served as the deputy, looked at Zhang Dachuan who was standing in the position of the chief surgeon, and couldn't help but feel a little nervous in his heart.

In fact, the reason why she supported Zhang Dachuan and agreed to borrow the operating room for him to operate on Chen Xiulian was not only because she had read the image record passed to her by Dean Chen Qiaoying, after all, the image actually looked very blurry, and she couldn't see the whole operation clearly.

She was willing to take the risk because her grandfather was the one who had made successful cases.

Therefore, Ding Junyi clearly knows that this disease is not really incurable, and it is completely feasible to treat it through surgery.

It's just that this operation requires a very high level of surgery from the surgeon, and it is difficult for ordinary doctors to achieve the level.

If the level is insufficient, the risk of surgical failure is very high, and if you are not careful, you will be doomed.

But she didn't have a choice.

Without surgery, Chen Xiulian, who was already terminally ill, could lose her life at any time due to a sudden illness.

Without surgery, she, the dean who came from the airborne, would not be able to convince the public.

If you don't have surgery, how can you make Miao Zhenlin, a bald old man, obediently admit and shut up?

Suddenly, she felt a burning gaze fall on her, and hurriedly looked up to find that Zhang Dachuan, who was the chief knife, was looking at her.

Zhang Dachuan stood on the operating table, his voice was unprecedentedly stern and cold:

"If I find you wandering in the middle of the operation, I'll clear you out of my operating room!"

"Even if you're the dean!"

Ding Junyi's heart sank, and she hurriedly collected her thoughts, and said "um" seriously:

"I'm sorry, I'll take notice."

At that moment just now, Ding Junyi actually felt the same powerful aura from Zhang Dachuan's body as his grandfather on the operating table.

Looking down at Chen Xiulian, who was already unconscious, Zhang Dachuan raised his head and looked around for the last time, and said casually:

"Let's start the operation, I'm doing it a little fast, just keep it in mind if you don't understand, don't question it."

After speaking, he had already picked up the scalpel, cut open Chen Xiulian's chest with a knife, and began to open his chest.

Ding Junyi, who had already collected her mind, only saw this knife, and her eyes lit up.

Because after Zhang Dachuan's knife went down, there was hardly much blood flowing out.

To achieve this effect, the scalpel in the hand must be amazingly stable, which many old doctors cannot do.

This knife alone is enough to prove that Zhang Dachuan's level is not ordinary.

This is not what Miao Zhenlin said in the wild lang can do.

In fact, Zhang Dachuan can better control the amount of bleeding during chest opening by applying needles, but he feels that it is not necessary.

Because he wants to leave his energy on the follow-up procedures, such a chest opening is enough.

And in the observation room where they saw this thoracotomy technique, many doctors had already put away their contempt and stood up with serious faces.

Some people couldn't help but say:

"This young man, there's something."

"This is open-minded, I can't do it for me."

When the others heard this, they also nodded with deep sympathy:

"Well, the knife technique is quite stable, not an inexperienced rookie."

Miao Zhenlin was also shocked by the scene in front of him, he suddenly turned around and glared at Tang Jifeng fiercely, realizing that this guy was probably lying about something.

What kind of swaggering charlatan is this, this is clearly a hidden old knife!

However, although he was surprised by Zhang Dachuan's knife technique, he didn't pay too much attention to it.

There are more people who have stable knife skills, but for this operation, this is not the key to success or failure.

The biggest difficulty in this operation is that the surgeon needs to keep the heart beating while also going under the knife to remove the lesion, and if there is a slight deviation here, it is a human life.

After all, the heart, as the most critical place for the human body to pump blood, is both fragile and crucial, and a sharp scalpel wiping even a little more tissue is very likely to cause irreparable consequences.

Miao Zhenlin stared at the operating table with his eyes, and his heart unconsciously lifted.

This surgery is very important to Ding Junyi, and it is also very important to him.

The other party is the dean who was parachuted down from above, and there must be a backer behind him.

In this case, if he wants to regain his position as dean, he must seize the time when the other party makes mistakes.

Letting people who are not in the medical system borrow the operating room of this hospital is a rare mistake for Ding Junyi.

If this opportunity is missed, God knows if Miao Zhenlin can find a better time.

Moreover, if he didn't take advantage of the fact that the other party had just come here and had a firm foothold, he would squeeze her away, and after a long time, Ding Junyi would gain a firm foothold, and it would be even more difficult for him to knock down the other party.

In the operating room, Zhang Dachuan has successfully completed the thoracotomy and exposed Chen Xiulian's heart to the outside world.

A vivid beating heart is completely presented in front of everyone.

And on this heart, there is a very obvious raised lesion standing there.

Although the lesion is less than a centimeter, it grows in the heart and is already very fatal.

Seeing this scene, whether it was the doctor in the operating room or in the observation room, his face became solemn.

They knew that what was going to be the most difficult part of the operation was next.

Li Yuwei watched this scene nervously, clenched her fists tightly, and her pretty face turned pale.

In her mind, the worst case scenario kept flashing, and she was almost out of breath under the pressure.

At this moment, how she hopes that all this can pass as soon as possible, and her mother's surgery can be successful and healthy in front of her.

Zhang Dachuan carefully observed the lesion on the heart, and his face was also very solemn.

In my mind, after eliminating dozens of treatment methods one by one, I finally gave the most perfect method.

So, under the shocked gaze of everyone, Zhang Dachuan handed the scalpel to his left hand, and took out the silver needle that had been prepared in his right hand.

In the observation room, everyone who saw this scene was stunned.

"What's the situation, what is he doing with the silver needle?"

"Do I need silver needles for surgery? How did I not know? ”

Seeing this, Miao Zhenlin almost didn't laugh out loud, and hummed with a smile:

"This may be the so-called integration of Chinese and Western medicine, everyone must learn to accept it."

Having said that, his heart was already happy.

Should I say it or not, Zhang Dachuan opened his chest with one hand just now, but it shocked him fiercely, but now the operation of taking out the silver needle convinced Miao Zhenlin that this guy is really not a serious doctor from a professional class.

In the operating room, Ding Junyi was also full of questions about the silver needle in Zhang Dachuan's hand.

She just wanted to ask what she was going to do, when she saw that Zhang Dachuan had already pinched the silver needle and steadily stabbed it into the beating heart.

One, two, three.

He inserted a full five.