Chapter 544 Are You Willing to Follow Me on the Operating Table?
Chapter 544 Are you willing to go to the operating table with me?
After dinner, Wei Zi explained the surgical plan, and several imperial doctors became like sculptures.
"Such a young child... open the chest?" After a long while, Dr. Chu managed to say this.
Doctor Wu and Doctor Jiang also had the same problem on their faces.
Wei Zi said: "The child has a tumor in his lungs. If the tumor is not removed, the child will not survive for five days."
After a pause, he continued: "The operation is not difficult. This time, Dr. Wu will be my assistant, and Dr. Jiang and Dr. Chu will mainly observe. If necessary in the future, it may be just a few of us doing it together."
Several imperial doctors had different expressions.
Wei Zi smiled slightly and said, "Maybe I should ask you a question first: Are you willing to go to the operating table with me for surgery?"
Doctor Wu was the first to reply: "What an honor!"
Doctor Jiang was the second: "Yes!"
Doctor Chu was still a little stunned: "Can I do it?"
Wei Zi nodded: "Okay."
From the palace to the south of the city, Wei Zi treated the plague with the imperial doctors of the Imperial Hospital. She already knew the medical skills and temperament of each imperial physician. The three imperial physicians Wu, Jiang, and Chu had superb medical skills and were not obsessed with officialdom.
Those who have a pious attitude towards medical skills are the most receptive to new treatment methods.
A good surgical team emphasizes cooperation and like-minded values.
The three imperial doctors could not conceal their excitement.
Being recognized by Wei Zi is just like getting first place in the medical exam in the past. It is a very honorable thing.
In this way, everything is ready, all we need is King Yan's surgical equipment.
Although King Yan had never won a quarrel with Feng Danyuan, his craftsmanship was absolutely superb.
On the afternoon of the second day, Wei Zi received the brand-new surgical equipment, and her eyes suddenly lit up.
It feels good, the material is better, and there are almost no thorns.
The surgical equipment was sent by the servants of Prince Yan's palace. The servants conveyed the words of Prince Yan sternly: "It's done so well, so you can make do with it."
Wei Zi couldn't help but laugh, but thought in her heart: Genes are really terrible. When it comes to being "arrogant", father and son Yan Wang and Feng Danyuan have never lost to each other.
Before preparing to operate on the child, Wei Zi once again invited Mr. He to come and explain the surgical method to him - naturally avoiding surgical jargon and explaining in the simplest and most straightforward terms.
Uncle He had never heard of opening a chest to save someone, but his grandson's daughter-in-law's condition was so dangerous that Wei Zi gave birth to the child to ensure the safety of mother and child. He believed that Wei Zi could save his little great-grandson again.
"Mr. Wei, it is best if the child lives. If there is really nothing you can do, let him die in peace. In his next life, he will give birth to a good child, with both parents and a well-off family..." Speaking later, Mr. He
He choked up his voice and shed tears.
"I will definitely let the child live." Facing the reasonable but vicissitudes of the old man, Wei Zi felt increasingly that the scalpel in her hand was heavy.
Dr. Wu and others were even more touched.
Before the plague, they were the icing on the palace decorations.
Give the concubine a pulse to treat the diseases of wealth and wealth, or deal with all kinds of strange and secret things. Over time, they really live their lives as decorations, not seeking futility, but seeking futility.
Pass.
Until the plague came.
Only then did they realize: It turned out that the doctor’s battlefield looked like this.
There is no ambiguous maybe, or, only one of two choices: life or death.
There was no money thrown casually by the nobles, only the old man's bloody and tearful plea: save the child's life.
