The operation was over, the anesthesia was just right, and Guo Jingyao resumed breathing on his own.
The rhythm of anesthesia and surgery were in perfect harmony. The fat man held a suction device to clear respiratory secretions and decisively extubated the tube. Guo Jingyao slowly regained consciousness.
"Where is this? Why is there so much light everywhere?" Guo Jingyao woke up and immediately grabbed the fat man with his newly unfastened hand.
The fat man knew he was a little confused and patted him on the shoulder: "Don't worry, this is the operating room. The operation was completed and it was a success! That's the operating light. It's certainly dazzling when you stare at it."
Guo Jingyao's eyes slowly rolled around a few times, and he blinked. He still seemed not quite awake, and he never let go of the fat man's hand.
"Doctor Yang! Where is Dr. Yang?" He finally remembered that he was on the operating table and remembered that the surgeon was Dr. Yang.
Yang Ping came over, touched Guo Jingyao's forehead, smiled and said: "Don't worry, the operation was successful."
"Thank you!" Guo Jingyao stared at Yang Ping for more than ten seconds, kicked the operating bed several times, and then released the fat man's hand.
"You're welcome, go back to the ward now." Yang Ping understood Guo Jingyao's strange behavior.
Some patients, when they wake up from the operating table, feel like they have been through hell for a while, as if they have been separated from another life, and they cannot calm down for a long time.
Guo Jingyao was pushed out of the operating room. Yang Ping took off his surgical gown and gloves, and Dr. Lin assisted. Yang Ping threw the gloves into the trash can. Dr. Lin immediately shook hands and expressed his gratitude. The operation was very successful.
After some operations, you can sleep with peace of mind, but after some operations, you are anxious and tossing and turning.
We are all surgeons and feel the same way. What we worry about the most every day is the patient's condition. Every time we worry about it, we add a few more gray hairs. Over time, our heads will be covered with gray hairs early on.
If someone conducts a multinational multi-center study to study the correlation between gray hair and doctor qualifications, the growth rate of gray hair among Chinese doctors must be the fastest in the world, far ahead of other countries.
Of course, Yang Ping is considered an anomaly, and he still maintains a head of thick black hair. If the correlation formula of white hair and seniority is used to calculate backwards, he should still be a medical student who has just entered the school.
Yang Ping was very satisfied with the performance of the team for the first transnational operation. Everyone made rapid progress, and it took a day to recover. This is all due to everyone’s daily accumulation bit by bit.
This operation not only tested the team's strength, but also enhanced the team's confidence. Only by constantly contacting the outside world and communicating and comparing with the outside world can we truly take the lead.
The automatic sensor doors opened one by one, and from the restricted area to the semi-restricted area, the Chinese medical team walked out of the operating room.
"Doctor Yang, please!"
"Doctor Song, please!"
"Dr. Zhang, please call Dr. Lu!"
"Nurse Su, Nurse Zhou, please!"
"Doctor Liang please!"
Gleneagles Hospital was very attentive and did not miss anyone's name. The chief surgeon, assistants, nurses, and anesthetists all arranged special personnel to accompany us.
Zhang Lin and Xiao Wu followed the team. Zhang Lin strutted with his head held high, his expression serious, his chest as straight as possible, and his shoulders pulled back hard. In order to show his momentum, he had to sacrifice comfort.
"Relax, we're off the same road!" Xiao Wu reminded gently.
Zhang Lin ignored it: "Be calm and steady, show your international style, don't act like usual."
But when he saw it, he was indeed walking on the same side, with his hands and feet on the same side stepping out at the same time. No matter how much adjustment he made, he couldn't correct it. It was embarrassing. No one should have seen it. He puffed up his chest and continued walking.
Tang Fei and Qi Yanan were waiting in the viewing area. When they saw the team appearing at the main entrance of the viewing area, they immediately greeted them and handed them mineral water.
Lao Cheng took the lead and unscrewed the cap of a bottle of Shibisheng mineral water and handed it over in time. Yang Ping took a sip and felt very comfortable.
The doctors immediately gathered around, scrambled to ask various questions, and the atmosphere was very heated.
"Dr. Yang has just finished the operation. Can you please let him take a short rest and drink a sip of water before answering everyone's questions?" Dr. Huang gestured to explain to everyone.
In the viewing area of the operating room, we took a short rest and answered the doctors’ questions, and then went to the hotel to have Chinese food, which was a buffet. In the evening, Dr. Huang arranged a dinner and invited many Chinese doctors to accompany him.
During the buffet, Milton kept a suitable distance from Yang Ping. The cunning British man wanted to ask for Yang Ping's WeChat account, but he was afraid of letting August know, so he kept looking for the best opportunity.
Milton's plan is very sophisticated. It is best to follow him to the bathroom like a chef, quietly and without anyone noticing, get the WeChat account, and then invite him to perform surgery. In this way, you will have a chance to break through the technical bottleneck.
, leading the Germans.
Milton carried the plate and squeezed to Yang Ping's table. August also came over. Milton followed Yang Ping to pour the drinks, and August followed, but he couldn't find any gap.
Yang Ping had no time to talk to Milton and August, and was having a good chat with Dr. Lin and Dr. Huang. Milton came up with a plan and decided to retreat in order to advance.
"Old man, let's go aside and have a few drinks, and come back when Dr. Yang is free?" Milton suggested.
Based on the current situation, August believed that always clinging to Dr. Yang would make Dr. Yang annoying, and agreed with Milton: "A good idea."
So the two of them sat down at the table next to them, poured a few different drinks, and started changing glasses. Although they had great differences, their friendship lasted forever.
"Dr. Yang, if you don't mind, we can establish a long-term cooperative relationship in the future. Singapore General Hospital and more than a dozen hospitals under the Parkway Group want to cooperate with you?" Dr. Lin sincerely extended the invitation.
In the Department of Orthopedics at Singapore General Hospital, Dr. Lin has the final say. At Parkway Group, the boss, Mr. Chen, is a good friend of Dr. Lin, and Dr. Lin’s opinions are easily adopted.
Singapore General Hospital is the hospital with the highest medical level in Southeast Asia, and Parkway Group is the largest high-end private hospital group in Asia. They are now opening their doors to Yang Ping.
By expanding the scope of his medical skills, he can save more people. Yang Ping couldn't help but happily agreed: "In the future, we can cooperate in both clinical and scientific research."
"Yes, we will cooperate in two aspects in the future. This is thanks to Mr. Zhu. If it weren't for Mr. Zhu's efforts, how would we have known Dr. Yang? There was a small episode in the middle. I'm very sorry." Dr. Huang remembered what happened before the meeting.
Interlude, quite embarrassing.
"It's just a misunderstanding---" Director Zhu laughed it off.
Milton and August are now toasting with juice. The two old guys are in high spirits. They come and go. Although the juice does not contain alcohol, the metabolites will eventually accumulate in the bladder.
"I have to relax, old man." August shook his head and drank the juice in one gulp.
Milton held back his uncomfortable bladder and pretended to be relaxed and said: "Go, I'll wait for you."
Watching August go to the bathroom, Milton smiled. He immediately moved to Yang Ping. He didn't care about the etiquette of a gentleman and got straight to the point: "Doctor Yang, I am Milton from the Royal Orthopedic Hospital. If
Are you interested? Can we cooperate? We are backed by the University of Cambridge and have very strong scientific research capabilities. Many of our equipment are unique in the world."
Milton immediately extended his hand, and Yang Ping shook hands with him. He was still impressed by this British man. At that time, he was in a hurry to catch a plane.
"Can we add WeChat? I'll scan it for you?" Milton suddenly proposed.
While he was talking, he looked at the door of the hall with his peripheral vision, which was the only way to go to and from the bathroom. Milton's expression was like that of an agent secretly opening a safe, which must be completed within a time limit.
Yang Ping was startled at first. He actually used WeChat. He took out his mobile phone and showed the QR code. Milton scanned the code and said to himself: Upper right corner, scan and add friends---
Well! It worked. Milton was as happy as a child. He glanced at the door of the hall and immediately greeted Yang Ping: "I'm sincere. I'll chat on WeChat when I have time ---"
He quickly returned to his seat, pretending that nothing had happened, and waited leisurely for the old man to continue drinking juice. The big thing was finally done. He turned on his phone and saw that Yang Ping had passed the verification, with a smile on his lips.
"Milton, you are such a lucky man!" Milton praised himself.
August came in from outside the hall, with a relaxed look on his face. Only then did Milton remember that his bladder could no longer hold it. He had tried so hard to force the old man to the bathroom. He couldn't do it. He couldn't hold on any longer without exploding his bladder.
If it is lost, it will also leave some hidden dangers, such as reduced bladder tension, resulting in residual urine.
"I have to relax too. Man, wait for me here. We have to have a good chat. We are usually separated by a strait and it is rare to sit together." Milton told August.
The straightforward German looked in the direction of Yang Ping and felt that he wanted to do something, but he didn't think of it for a moment. Yes, he should chat with Dr. Yang, and it would be best to ask for his contact information.
Just as August was about to get up, Milton came back, stroking his belly: "Old man, do you want to go get the phone?"
"Yes!" August didn't hide it.
"You don't understand Chinese culture. There are some rules when dealing with Chinese people. For example, you can't ask for someone's contact information when you first meet. Otherwise, you will be regarded as a liar and ignore you next time." Milton said it as if it was true.
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"Yes, I can guarantee that if you go up and ask rashly, Dr. Yang will be prejudiced against you in the future." Milton added.
August sat down. He really didn't understand Chinese culture. He was not sure whether there was such a social taboo. Strict Germans would not believe others' words, even old friends.
He decided to ask Dr. Lin when he had the opportunity, or ask the Chinese chef. August wondered: When did Milton study Chinese culture? He had doubts about this.
Judging from Milton's expression, this guy seems to be hiding something. After decades of dealing with each other, August's intuition is not wrong. Why does he feel like he is being plotted against?
