Doctor: It's reasonable to perform surgery on yourself.

This place is very pure. Wang Shengde comes from the front line, has ambitions and dreams, and wants to build Linhai No. 1 Hospital into a hospital focused on treating diseases and saving lives.

Therefore, there is very little intrigue in the hospital, and even if there are quarrels, they are mostly over aspects such as the patient's surgical plan.

The atmosphere in the emergency department is even more cheerful.

Every day, guys from other departments shouted "Doctor Xu" and "Doctor Xu", coming to bring in reinforcements.

Within the emergency department, people like Wang Fan and Zhou Hua specially made a record sheet to mark the number of times each department came to ask for help every month.

This help sheet is also targeted at emergency physicians.

Last month, Wang Fan topped the list of people asking for help, calling Xu Qiu sixteen times, once every two days on average.

After getting over the anxiety of finishing her doctorate, Yunmei discovered that everyone in the emergency department was very kind to her, and the interpersonal relationships here were simpler. She was actually very happy when she called Wang Fan to pick up the patient's feces every day.

The only not-so-good thing is that now Wang Fan calls himself the "Little Prince of Sutures" and no longer does the job of digging out excrement.

"Actually, there is another reason."

A wry smile appeared on Yunmei's face.

She continued: “I used to think that county hospitals were very simple, and the deans and leaders there would welcome a doctor who won the famous knife competition team and graduated with a doctorate to work there.

But when I returned to my hometown during the Chinese New Year this year, I realized that I was wrong!

In a real county hospital, the department director will feel that his status will not be guaranteed in two years, and I will take most of his performance bonus, so he will desperately suppress talents and block promotions to maintain his status.

Moreover, once you get more money, even if you deserve it, other colleagues will try their best to make things difficult for you...

The county hospital is full of relatives. If I go there, my status may not be as good as that of relatives who are beyond the reach of the director.

Let alone treating illnesses, with my stupid mouth, I might not even be able to get along well with colleagues. "

When this topic was brought up, everyone's expressions became a little heavy.

Wang Ping said: "The water is shallow, there are many bastards, and the temple demons are strong. In fact, it is not just county hospitals, but many hospitals, no, I should say all walks of life, they are all the same."

Director Lin smiled and shook his head: "So those who don't care have to go to big cities and big hospitals. Although they may not be much better than county hospitals, at least they have a big platform and many resources, so those who don't care have no time to argue with ordinary people. "

Most of the directors present have risen from the grassroots level step by step.

The bitterness in it is deeply felt.

If they were in a county hospital, they might still be the chief physician to this day, or they might be the deputy director who cannot continue to rise.

But in a larger place, when gods fight, they don't care about mortals like them.

"Doctor Xu is still great."

Yunmei changed the topic and looked at Xu Qiu with a smile from the corner of her eyes.

If it is Xu Qiu, no matter where he goes, he will definitely not be buried.

Wang Ping nodded: "How can I use Xu Qiu as an example? As a mentor, I am counting on him to lead me to become a Yangtze Scholar."

"Hahahaha, this makes sense. There are probably no more than five people in China who can serve as Xu Qiu's mentors." Director Lin laughed.

"Anyway, it's best for you to stay, Yunmei. Now is Linhai No. 1 Hospital's rising period. If you get off the bus halfway, it may not be so easy to get back up again in the future!" Director Zheng also followed suit. Made a couple of sentences.

Wang Ping thought for a while and said: "The chest pain rescue center has just been established in the emergency department. It has not been officially listed and the rescue team has not been established. If you are willing to come, how about being the person in charge of the chest pain center?"

Yunmei lowered her head: "Well, it's better for Dr. Xu to come, I may not be good at it..."

Wang Ping: "Xu Qiu is very busy all day long, how can he have time to take care of the chest pain center, and he may not like it... Don't refuse, be more confident, you are also a seed contestant in the famous sword competition!"

Yunmei was a little flattered, and she looked at Xu Qiu in panic.

Xu Qiu's eyes were calm and he nodded: "I won't participate in the next competition. Maybe you will lead the team and train as the person in charge."

Yunmei's heart suddenly calmed down, and she clenched her fist firmly: "Okay, leave the chest pain center to me!"

"This is a provincial-level project that Dr. Xu has won. We must carry it forward!" Director Zheng encouraged.

"Okay, I won't embarrass Dr. Xu..."

…

After chatting while eating, the barbecue Yunmei ordered in advance finally arrived.

"You are very discerning!" Wang Ping and others praised him.

After finishing the midnight snack, Wang Ping and others said goodbye one after another.

When there was only one person left in the office, Xu Qiu finally had the opportunity to open the system interface.

"Hippocratic Warning: Completed"

"Do you want to receive the reward?"

Xu Qiu did not hesitate and clicked to receive it.

"Ding! Surgery rating: A+!"

"Congratulations on receiving the A+ level award: master-level craniocerebral function injury localization experience!"

As a large amount of white light flooded into his mind, all the experience of a doctor who had focused on locating craniocerebral functional injuries for thirty years merged into Xu Qiu's memory in an instant.

Cortical damage to the precentral gyrus of the frontal lobe causes focal epilepsy...

Destructive lesions in the postcentral gyrus of the parietal lobe cause sensory impairment in the corresponding parts of the contralateral side...

etc.

Countless knowledge became clear, and an illusory brain seemed to appear in front of Xu Qiu's eyes. Whichever brain area he focused on, the corresponding damage manifestations and so on would immediately appear.

"This function..."

Xu Qiu was a little surprised.

After mastering it, he could almost instantly judge the brain area that might be damaged by the patient's performance.

Conversely, he could also infer the patient's postoperative complications by the brain area damaged by the surgery.

He hurriedly tried it.

Zhang San's frontal lobe and parietal lobe were damaged, and he might have localized epilepsy and Gutzmann syndrome.

That is, agraphia, acalculia, inability to recognize fingers, and inability to recognize left and right.

There was also damage to the occipital lobe.

Even if the operation was successful, he would inevitably have hallucinations, contralateral hemiplegia, etc.

As for the area where the steel bar passed through, it was even more complicated.

Involuntary movements, changes in muscle tone, etc. are all very likely postoperative sequelae.

However, despite this, this was still an incredible operation.

It was incredible for an adult to survive after a steel bar as thick as two fingers penetrated the brain. He only left some sequelae that were inevitable due to brain damage, which was the greatest luck.

"Not bad."

After receiving the reward, Xu Qiu nodded with satisfaction.

After acquiring this ability, he would be more comfortable in performing cranial and brain surgery.

At a glance, it can be determined whether a certain brain tissue will be damaged, and at the same time, the location of various functional brains and important blood vessels can be found immediately, which will greatly increase Xu Qiu's surgical speed.

...

After reading the medical records of several patients and formulating follow-up treatment plans, Xu Qiu was finally ready to go home.

But at this moment, the inpatient department suddenly called again.

Xu Qiu rushed over and saw that it was the direction of Zhang San's ward.

"Is there a problem?" Xu Qiu wondered.

He had just predicted the extent of Zhang San's craniocerebral injury, and now he came. According to his judgment, there should be no problem at this time...