30 minutes later, Liu Miqiao, Wang Yi, and Director Peng Feng came to the operating room.
Since it was already 12 o'clock in the evening, most doctors had already left the hospital, and there were only 7 or 8 viewers in the classroom.
The brainstem has always been a place of awe for neurologists. Few people dare to touch this place. Those who are bold have tried it once or twice, but they all ended in failure. Even if there are some successful ones, it is difficult to copy them.
In the end I had to give up this effort.
Now, a teenager has successfully performed dozens of brainstem punctures, which is hard not to arouse the interest of some people.
Therefore, even though it was so late, a few people still persisted and stayed in the demonstration classroom. They wanted to see with their own eyes how Liu Miqiao succeeded - or how he killed the patient alive.
Wang Yi's preparation work was extremely perfect. She shaved the patient's head. Compared with Wen Xingyu, her literary skills were even better.
She even did drilling.
Then, she became an instrument technician.
Liu Miqiao was very relaxed. He only had to do one action - puncture. He took the puncture needle from Wenyi's hand, hesitated for 3 seconds, and then started puncture.
After 10 seconds, the blood flowed out.
Three minutes later, Liu Miqiao pulled out the needle and covered it with gauze. Wang Yi immediately taped it with tape.
"This is..."
"It's done, or give up?"
"No way? How can it be so simple?"
"Are you kidding me?"
……
Finally, Director Peng Feng used the microphone to inform his colleagues in the classroom.
"Go home and sleep. The puncture was very successful and the patient's vital signs are recovering."
Half an hour later, Liu Muqiao came to the ward, accompanied by Director Pengfeng and the patient's son, and conducted a careful physical examination.
The patient's consciousness changed from deep coma to light coma. He might wake up in about an hour, so Liu Muqiao decided to wait another hour.
Coming to the office, Director Peng Feng said: "Dr. Liu, whose PhD are you studying for?"
Liu Muqiao smiled slightly and said: "Dr. Liu is my nickname. I am actually an undergraduate student studying for a Ph.D."
Director Peng Feng swallowed hard.
His heart was pounding.
It would be great if we accept him as a doctor.
By accepting Liu Muqiao as a doctor, his worth will immediately enter the world's top camp. Being an academician is no longer a dream.
Peng Feng's name can be added to Liu Muchiao's brainstem puncture paper, and Liu Miqiao's achievements can be named "Peng Feng's team". It makes it clear that Liu Muchiao can definitely become Peng Feng.
Hiss, the question is, how to speak easily?
It stands to reason that there are not many tutors in China who are qualified to accept Liu Miqiao as a doctoral tutor. If he must find a tutor in China, I, Peng Feng, am qualified.
Domestically, Peng Feng is among the top 10 big-shot figures.
Whoever receives Liu Muqiao will become the boss, this is obvious.
Take him!
Yes, I must accept him!
No matter the cost!
"Dr. Liu, it stands to reason that your level has long surpassed that of a doctor, and has also surpassed the level of many professors and doctoral supervisors. However, you have to know that in addition to level, a doctor also needs a diploma. With such a high level like you
Doctors, just having a high level is not enough. Your undergraduate diploma is too low. You need a doctorate or a postdoctoral diploma. Why? In the future, you will need a diploma to be evaluated as an academician. Without an advanced diploma, no matter how good you are, you will not be able to enter the Academy of Sciences.
Do you understand?"
"Academician? It's no big deal if you can't become one."
"Hey, that's wrong. The difference between being an academician or not is huge, very big, very, very big. Academicians are tenured for life, and academicians are treated at the ministry level. They have funding, a team, policies, and status.
, have a reputation. Of course your goal is to become an academician of the two academies."
Liu Muqiao said: "You can figure out the funding and team yourself. Once you have achieved results, you will have policies, status, and reputation. I am not very interested in this thing."
"Dr. Liu, you are still young, and you may not have experienced many things yet. When you do, you will realize how many grievances you have to endure in this world. I am not modest in saying that with my achievements, for example
The treatment of Alzheimer's disease is enough to win the national award. However, what is annoying is that it only won the second prize. You would say that the second prize is not bad. However, for us, the second prize means no prize.
It’s not as good as bullshit. It’s the same thing as if we won many awards, it wouldn’t be as good as a Nobel Prize.”
Liu Muqiao nodded slightly in agreement.
But he said in his heart, is winning the award so important?
His current Huatuo Regeneration Pill is enough to win the first prize in the country, but he has never paid attention to it. He is thinking about how to improve the efficacy, and he has not thought too much about winning the award.
Director Peng continued: "Dr. Liu, I am relatively well-known in the neuroscience community. I am very willing to take care of students like you. I have one sentence that I hope you will seriously consider."
Liu Muqiao said: "Please tell me."
"You can apply for my combined master's and doctoral program. You can graduate early." When Peng Feng said this, his voice trembled slightly.
"Oh?" Liu Muqiao was noncommittal.
He feels that studying for a Ph.D. is nothing more than getting a diploma.
I just want to get a diploma and come to the capital to work?
Isn’t Professor Hao a doctoral supervisor? Isn’t Zhao Yilin also applying for a doctoral supervisor? Just study in any one.
Peng Feng continued: "I can give you favorable conditions. I can give you an independent laboratory, millions of dollars in annual funding, and a team. As long as you apply for my master's and doctoral degrees, you can also raise funds."
Conditions. You can go abroad to do experiments."
Liu Muqiao smiled slightly and said, "Professor Long also promised this."
"Professor Long? Which Professor Long?"
"Professor Long from Beijing University First Hospital."
"That Professor Long from Lu General Hospital?"
"Yes."
"He's a pancreas specialist. He can't get close to you. Why would he want to recruit you?"
"I'm also a pancreatic surgeon. I've been to the First Hospital of Beijing University to do flying knife surgery."
"What? Are you kidding? Are you doing pancreatic surgery?"
"Yes, my favorite surgery is the pancreas, which is the most challenging and exciting. I always have to do more than a dozen surgeries every month, otherwise I feel like my life is in vain."
……
Professor Peng Feng was speechless.
Finally, Liu Muqiao broke the embarrassment and said, "Let's go see the patient. He should wake up."
Wake up, these three words are too confident. How could anyone wake up so quickly after a cerebral hemorrhage?
Peng Feng was very skeptical. He thought this was impossible.
Unexpectedly, I was shocked as soon as I entered the ward.
The patient's eyes are wide open.
"Dad!" the middle-aged man shouted.
The old man's tears rolled down.
He was scared when he thought about it. He always thought that he was in good health. He never had an explanation for the company or his wealth, let alone a will. After his death, it would be strange that his family and company would not be in chaos.
"Bring me a pen! There is also a recording device. In addition, you doctors can be my witnesses. I want to make a will!"
The middle-aged man's side has been looking forward to this for a long time. Pens, paper, and recording equipment are all ready.
Oral narration by the elderly.
This chapter has been completed!