Walking out of the operating room, Jiang Hailei said slowly as he walked.
"I feel it too."
The attending doctor who served as the first assistant smiled and said: "Today's operation was not easy. The patient's lesions were very large, but you performed it very smoothly. It seems that your level, director, has improved."
Jiang Hailei is admired not only for his skill, but also for his age.
However, Jiang Hailei, who is forty-seven years old, still has a medical career of more than ten years. He is already at his current level before he is fifty years old. In the next ten years, Jiang Hailei still has a lot of room for improvement.
As a profession, doctors actually make the fastest progress when they are young. The older they get, the slower they improve. As they come into contact with more and more patients, most doctors' thinking will gradually solidify and form their own style.
Developing your own style can be a good thing or a bad thing.
The advantage is that your own style is naturally the most suitable for you. The disadvantage is that once you have formed your own style, it is more difficult to change it.
This kind of thing will vary from person to person. Overall, it is actually a good thing. Doctors who can develop their own style will not be too bad.
Jiang Hailei is undoubtedly one of them. At this stage, Jiang Hailei has also reached a bottleneck period, but the difference is that Jiang Hailei is younger, which is an advantage.
"wrong."
Jiang Hailei shook his head slightly, thinking: "I was in the operating room just now, and I was undergoing surgery. I didn't feel much yet, but now that I think about it carefully, the reason why today's surgery went so smoothly must have something to do with Fang Le.
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"No way?"
The attending doctor who was the first assistant thought it was a bit funny, but he didn't dare to laugh in front of Jiang Hailei.
Even if Fang Le is a young man with good talent, can he influence an expert of Jiang Hailei's level to perform surgery?
"Director Jiang, I admit that Fang Le is very talented, and his cooperation today is very good. With this performance, he is absolutely unique among his peers. Moreover, Fang Le should have read a lot of relevant information. He is very knowledgeable about pneumonectomy.
He also has a very good understanding of all aspects of the process and surgical procedures, which is rare."
The chief physician who served as the first assistant said pertinently: "If young people like this are trained, they will definitely shine in the industry in the future. But after all, they are just interns, so it won't affect you, right?"
"I didn't think much about it at the time."
Jiang Hailei said: "Now that I think about it carefully, Fang Le spoke several times, just before I started. It sounded like he was just reciting the process steps, but basically everything was in place..."
"Director Jiang, what do you mean?"
The senior attending physician was a little confused.
"In the circumstances at that time, you are right to say that Fang Le was reciting the surgical procedures, but what if it was said that he was deliberately giving hints?"
Jiang Hailei asked back.
"No way?"
The senior attending physician was in disbelief: "If Fang Le really has this level, it can't be seen just by looking at the data."
Jiang Hailei nodded: "Actually, this is what I am confused about. The general steps of the operation can be found in many books and documents. There are even special surgical images that you can refer to and learn from. However, the specific details of the operation vary from person to person.
It varies, there is a slight difference... maybe I am overthinking it."
"Director Jiang, you must be overthinking. Maybe it's just a coincidence."
The senior attending said with a smile: "How is that possible?"
"Maybe."
Jiang Hailei nodded.
It's scary to think about it carefully. There are some things that I really don't dare to think about in detail. At this moment, Jiang Hailei can only think it is a coincidence.
...
On the other side, Fang Le and Han Shengxue walked together and talked while walking back to the emergency department.
"Have you ever really understood the realm of the mind and chest?"
Han Shengxue was extremely surprised.
In the operating room just now, Han Shengxue almost didn't dare to recognize that the person speaking was Fang Le from his own department?
"Didn't I say that I know a lot."
Fang Le said with a smile: "Director Han, you don't understand the world of genius."
Han Shengxue: "..."
What the hell, what you said is that why do you have the idea of beating someone up?
I was a genius when I was young, right?
Just comparing with Fang Le, Han Shengxue suddenly felt that he was not so good when he was young.
But not to mention, Fang Le's age, coupled with Fang Le's level, Fang Le's free and easy temperament, and the temperament he cultivated before his rebirth, this kind of arrogant genius is really innate.
Of course, Qian Le is a genius after rebirth. At the age of thirty-four, he can become the deputy director of the emergency department of Jiangzhong Hospital, obtain the title of deputy chief physician, and become a general practitioner proficient in various fields. How could it be possible if he is not a genius?
Like Cheng Yunxing, he also came from a family of traditional Chinese medicine, but at Cheng Yunxing's age, Fang Le had already been a few steps ahead of Cheng Yunxing.
"Zheng Jinfan's paper has been written, has it been read by you?"
Han Shengxue decided to skip the topic.
"Well, after reading it, the writing is pretty good overall."
Fang Le nodded.
"???"
Han Shengxue wanted to hit someone again.
Is it really good for you, an intern, to evaluate the paper written by Dr. Turtle with the tone of a superior criticizing a subordinate?
"You mean you want to write better than Zheng Jinfan?"
Han Shengxue asked angrily.
"At least it won't be any worse than him."
Fang Le smiled and said, "It's just writing a paper."
"Okay, you can go back alone, I have something else to do."
Han Shengxue didn’t want to talk to Fang Le anymore.
Even though we are just chatting, this guy makes me angry every time?
Director Han decided to go to the Department of Cardiothoracic Medicine for a check-up. He had not had a physical check-up for almost half a year. He wanted to check up and take preventive measures to prevent him from having a myocardial infarction or something like this.
As a man with great ambitions in his heart, he wants to promote emergency medicine and build the emergency department of Xijing Hospital into the top emergency medical center in Qinzhou Province. Director Han is really busy with a lot of work, and his work intensity is very high.
Director Han didn't care too much before, but now, Director Han is actually looking forward to seeing that day in his lifetime.
However, Director Han's wish to do an examination was in vain. He had just taken two steps when Han Shengxue's pager rang.
As the head of the department, Han Shengxue is not equipped with a mobile phone, but a pager is a must.
Although the pager cannot be used directly to make calls, it can receive messages, just like a receiver with only a text message function. But for doctors, it is enough to be able to receive messages at critical times, otherwise Xijing Hospital is so big
, the department director just goes to other departments to do something, and it’s not that easy to find him.
"Quick, go back to the department!"
Han Shengxue took three or two steps to catch up with Fang Le, said something at the same time, and strode across.
"problem occurs?"
Fang Le also hurriedly followed.
"Well, I came to the emergency room. The situation is quite serious. I don't know the details."
While talking, Han Shengxue and Fang Le hurried to the department and went straight to the rescue area.
"Director Han."
Huang Xiaolong was in charge of overall arrangements. When he saw Han Shengxue coming over, he hurriedly reported to Han Shengxue: "Two people were injured in the car accident, including a child."
"is it serious?"
Han Sheng Knowledge.
"The driver was unconscious on the spot, but now he has woken up. He suffered a slight concussion and hit a bicycle, an eight-year-old boy and his mother.
While they were talking, Han Shengxue and Fang Le had already entered the emergency room. There was more than one bed in the emergency room. There was a hospital bed next to it. A male patient in his thirties was sitting on the edge of the hospital bed. His face was red and he looked still.
A little confused.
"Drinking?"
Fang Le frowned.
"Yes, I drank a lot." Huang Xiaolong said.
"grass!"
Fang Le couldn't help but cursed.
Fang Le has always hated drunk driving. Fang Le's grandfather, Fang Yuenian, was hit by a drunk driver before Fang Le was born and was seriously injured. He almost couldn't recover at that time. Although their family knew many high-level doctors, they still couldn't
It had a big impact on grandpa Fang Yuenian. As he got older, Fang Yuenian always had pain in his waist and hips. Fang Ledu gave his grandpa massage and acupuncture several times.
But Fang Le knows that at this time, it can be said that before 2010, the phenomenon of drunk driving was quite serious. Especially in the 1990s, there were few people who owned cars, and those who could afford cars were almost all wealthy people.
, being powerful, almost no one takes drunk driving seriously, and drinking and driving has almost become the norm.
At this time, most of the streets in Xijing City were filled with bicycles, there were fewer vehicles, and there were no traffic jams. However, there were still many car accidents, and almost nine out of ten car accidents were caused by drunk driving.
"The child's mother had a broken right leg. I have contacted the orthopedics department for consultation. One of the child's hands was twisted into the chain, and two fingers were almost severed."
Huang Hailong continued to talk about the situation.
When Huang Hailong was talking, Fang Le and Han Shengxue had already walked inside and saw two patients on the other beds, a woman about thirty years old, her forehead and clothes were covered in blood, and nurses and doctors were treating the wounds.
In addition to the relatively serious fracture of her right leg, the female patient also had multiple abrasions on her face, forehead, back of hands and other places.
On the other side, a little boy of about eight years old was lying on the side, his eyes closed, but his brows furrowed from time to time.
"The child was crying uncontrollably just now, so I arranged for a temporary injection of diazepam."
Huang Xiaolong explained to Han Shengxue and Fang Le.
Han Shengxue said nothing, but looked at the child's left hand.
The child's left hand is also being treated by doctors at the moment. The middle finger and ring finger were almost severed, leaving only skin adhesions.
"Did you notify the watch?"
Fang Le asked Huang Xiaolong.
"Notified the General Surgery Department."
Huang Xiaolong said: "Our hospital currently does not have a dedicated hand surgery room."
"In this case, the general surgeon came over and basically gave me the advice of amputation."
Han Shengxue's voice was a little hoarse.
At present, the hand surgery department of Xijing Hospital has not yet become independent from the general surgery department. It only replants severed fingers and sutures them. The level is not too high. There are many no-man's lands and blank areas in the hand surgery department. People like this are covered by bicycles.
If the chain is broken, it is almost impossible to sew it up and reconnect it.