Du Xiaoping didn't believe it and said: "You have never been able to do it, how come you can do it all of a sudden? Don't be kidding, this kind of surgery is super difficult, even Professor Long can't do it, so stop fooling around. This patient is still a living person, can he still

Living for three months is not for you to practice."

"Teacher Du, do you want to go to Shanghai or Beijing to make flying knives?" Liu Muqiao said seductively.

"I think so, but that's just a dream."

"Hey, don't jump to premature conclusions. Some dreams can be realized. The three of us can take down this patient. From now on, we will become great experts."

"Don't be ridiculous, how is this possible? I don't have the ability."

Liu Muqiao smiled and said: "I know you can't take it, but I've told you that I can take it."

"Can you really do that?"

"Yes."

"Stop being ridiculous."

"Just watch me take it."

"What should I do if I rupture the abdominal aorta?"

"No! You heard me right. I can perform this patient's surgery. After my surgery, it is not a big problem for this patient to live for another three years."

Pancreatic cancer is the king of cancers, especially cancer of the head of the pancreas, which is the king of kings. If you live for three years, who are you talking about?

Du Xiaoping laughed.

Anesthesiologist He Qiao also smiled.

Three years?

Almost three months.

"Brother, we should be more realistic and play with other things, such as playing with wounds and disembowelment. I support you, but we should stop playing with this disease."

Du Xiaoping certainly knows how difficult pancreatic cancer surgery is.

Make a flying knife?

It’s so ridiculous to dream of going to Shanghai or Beijing to get a surgical operation for pancreatic cancer.

Liu Muqiao really doesn’t know how high the sky and the earth are.
Chapter completed!