Liu Jiaming's operation went very smoothly. For Fang Le, the surgical operation on the hand was really just a child's play. It took Fang Le 40 minutes to perform the operation on one finger, which was indeed relatively slow.
The depth of a doctor in a certain field is very important, but if the depth of a certain field can be appropriately broadened when the depth reaches a certain level, it will definitely be very satisfying.
Long and solid is good, but if it is thick and long, it is not just good, but excellent, so comfortable that you can only feel it by personal experience.
For geniuses, it is easy to make it thick and long, with enough depth, and the width is definitely wider than others, which can bring a tighter experience.
There is a word called giftedness, and Fang Lejue invented this word for him.
There is no other way. He is born handsome, and he is also very talented. He can learn anything quickly. Apart from explaining this kind of thing by using extraordinary talent, it seems that there is no suitable word.
Just like Liu Jiaming's surgery today, it not only requires tendon repair, but also reshaping. It involves relatively many things. If Huang Xiaoming or Li Xiwen had to perform this surgery, it would definitely be...
Don't do well.
"Dr. Fang's skills are really getting better and better."
Dong Wenxue watched it while admiring it from the bottom of his heart.
"Yes, especially Dr. Fang's suturing skills are definitely second to none. Even doctors who specialize in plastic surgery can't achieve Dr. Fang's level of suturing skills."
He Yaoping followed up with praise: "Now you can hardly tell that the fingers were so deformed before. After they recover, if you don't look closer, you can hardly tell the difference."
"Liu Jiaming is lucky."
Being accustomed to operating on patients under general anesthesia, Liu Jiaming didn't say anything at this moment. Dong Wenxue had almost forgotten that Liu Jiaming was actually under local anesthesia, and even forgot that Liu Jiaming could actually hear him when he spoke.
"Yeah, if I hadn't met Dr. Fang, it's hard to say how far this finger would have recovered." He Yaoping agreed.
Lying on the operating table, blocked only by the curtain, Liu Jiaming listened to several people talking. He might have wanted to interrupt, but he was afraid of disturbing Fang Le, so he wanted to remain silent. He was very anxious in his heart.
Why did the more he listened, the more he realized that the person next to him was not a doctor, but a crosstalk speaker.
"OK."
Fang Le also looked at it with satisfaction.
Liu Jiaming's fingers are slender and long, and they are quite good-looking. When encountering something good-looking, even a doctor will subconsciously pursue perfection.
This is just like a doctor suturing a trauma. If he encounters an ugly and old man, he may not pay too much attention to the suturing. They are all so ugly anyway. No matter how ugly the suturing is, it doesn't seem to have any effect.
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But if you are a beautiful woman, any doctor will be careful when doing suturing, trying to make the suturing better and better, just like if you don't do it well and leave obvious scars, it will be a blasphemy to the beauty.
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"Woke up."
Fang Le and others got off the operating table, and the nurse opened the curtain and greeted Liu Jiaming.
If it is under general anesthesia, the patient will basically not wake up after the operation is over, and will be pushed out of the operating room on a flat cart. However, if it is under local anesthesia, the patient can get out of bed on his own.
"So fast?"
Liu Jiaming was in a daze. Is it really so fast?
Isn’t it said that it’s better to go slower and slower? If it’s so fast, the experience will be very poor.
Fang Le had an operation and went next door. Huang Xiaolong's operation next door was also in the final stage.
"Doctor Fang!"
Ma Liangliang and Guo Jun, who were participating in the operation, hurriedly said hello. Huang Xiaolong was concentrating and did not dare to be distracted.
Fang Le didn't say anything and just stood watching from the side. Huang Xiaolong became even more attentive.
After seven or eight minutes, Huang Xiaolong finally finished his work and let out a long breath.
"Doctor Fang!"
"Well, you did a good job."
Fang Le gives timely praise. Appropriate praise will help children make progress.
"It's all good teaching from Dr. Fang."
Huang Xiaolong said hurriedly.
After saying that, Huang Xiaolong hurriedly frowned: "Doctor Fang, I heard that a celebrity has come, can I help you?"
"The surgery is all done."
He Yaoping, who came over with Fang Le, smiled and said.
"finished?"
Huang Xiaolong was stunned.
At that time, he received a call in the operating room. He Yaoping called to ask how long the operation would take.
At that time, Huang Xiaolong said it was forty minutes, but Huang Xiaolong obviously overestimated himself. It ended up taking about fifty minutes, and then Dr. Fang was done?
"Doctor Fang is still so fast."
Huang Xiaolong couldn't help but sigh.
Fang Le looked at Huang Xiaolong: "I'll give you another chance to reorganize your language."
Can you talk?
Man, how can it be paired with the word fast?
This is an insult to him.
"Young man, your future is gone."
Fang Le's words are serious and thoughtful.
Huang Xiaolong's head didn't have time to react. When he heard Fang Le talk about his future, Huang Xiaolong suddenly realized.
"Dr. Fang's efficiency is still so high."
"Be more careful with your words next time."
Fang Le expressed dissatisfaction.
"There will be absolutely no next time."
Huang Xiaolong rarely has high emotional intelligence. How could there be a next time? If such a mistake happens once, it is a heinous crime.
only?
Does Dr. Fang care so much?
You can't think about it, you absolutely can't think about it. It's a sin to think about this kind of problem. What if Dr. Fang can read minds?
What?
You say it's impossible?
For a genius who invented a new tendon suturing method in his twenties, even if he could give birth to a child, that would not be an unacceptable thing. Is mind-reading outrageous?
"More efforts are needed in terms of skills. Flexor tendon suturing is only one factor in hand surgery."
Fang Le made a brief comment, then turned around and left the operating room.
Ever since Fang Le completely let go of hand surgery, Huang Xiaolong has been stationed in the operating room. He basically doesn't worry about outside things and concentrates without any distractions. This is really a happy thing for a surgeon.
After coming out of the operating room, Fang Le returned to the duty room and was called into the office by Han Shengxue. This made Dr. Fang suspect that Director Han had been doing nothing all day long.
As the director of the emergency department, is it really a bit boring? Is there really nothing to do?
This means that Dr. Fang is not the dean, otherwise he would definitely have to add extra burdens to Director Han. Does he deserve the salary for such leisure?
After entering the office, Director Han happily told Dr. Fang that the hospital was going to increase his burden.
"You were busy with the operation just now, so there's something I didn't have time to tell you. There was a meeting in the hospital this morning. Director Han said that our emergency department needs to be expanded."
"Congratulations to Director Han, you will soon become the head of the department." Fang Le expressed his congratulations to Director Han in a timely manner.
When a leader is happy about something, his subordinates must express congratulations as soon as possible. This is a qualified subordinate, and Dr. Fang feels that he is very qualified.
"Can you talk nicely?"
Director Han didn't think so: "You're so weird, people who don't know would think you are the head of the department."
"Not enough years, simply not enough years."
Fang Le said with a smile: "Director Han, I must mention this. Sometimes there is no need to be too strict in terms of years. You can give suggestions to the leaders. If the current medical system can be modified, you will definitely be successful.
Mo Dayan."
"roll!"
Han Shengxue pointed at the door: "Get out of here, get away, don't let me see you again."
"Okay."
Doctor Fang nodded politely, then turned around and left obediently.
"return!"
Seeing that Fang Le had arrived at the door, Han Shengxue shouted angrily.
"Okay!"
Doctor Fang turned around and came back: "Director Han, I'm back here again."
Han Shengxue directly ignored Fang Le's playful smile and said, "I remember you published a paper on first aid in traditional Chinese medicine?"
"Ah, yes."
Fang Le nodded.
"I have read that paper, and some of the ideas in it are very good. As the number one hospital in the province, our emergency department of Xijing Hospital must naturally become the largest and best emergency department in the province, and we must also have our own
feature."
Han Shengxue said slowly: "What suggestions do you have in this regard?"
"If there are any good ideas about traditional Chinese medicine, you can pay attention to them."
Fang Ledao: "We can also discuss with the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine and arrange for several doctors of Traditional Chinese Medicine to come to our emergency department every day to experience life."
"Can Zheng Gaofeng agree?"
Han Shengxue rolled his eyelids, he was clearly trying to steal the family medicine business, okay?
Since the emergency department established a watch division, Wang Jiangping doesn't look good when he sees Han Shengxue.
Of course, Director Han also enjoyed Wang Jiangping's expression of disdain for him but helplessness towards him.
If he steals the business of the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine again, there will be one more person who can't stand him but has no choice but to do anything about him.
"By the way, didn't you study thoracic surgery with Jiang Hailei before, but you never went there again?"
Han Shengxue suddenly asked.
If Jiang Hailei is added, then there will be one more person. When the time comes, he will have his own department, which will become a hospital.
Thinking of this, Director Han looked at Fang Le and became filled with joy again. This boy can be worth an army by himself.
Fang Le was stunned for a moment.
Director Han, why are your thoughts jumping so fast?
"Didn't you go to Jiangzhong before?"
Fang Le said: "But when I was in Jiangzhong, I visited and studied at the Medical Affiliated Hospital for a while."
Fang Le appropriately laid the foundation for Director Han to avoid scaring Director Han into having a cerebral hemorrhage in the future.
Cerebral hemorrhage sometimes depends on luck. If Director Han bleeds too much, golden needles may not work.
If another craniotomy is performed, the head of the department will probably not be able to work after recovery.
While thinking, Fang Le looked at Director Han.
At present, Director Han is very competent, but again, he is not suitable for changing tools at the moment.