Reborn in 1977

Chapter 566: Getting Ready

A week passed in the blink of an eye.

It was now late May, the 21st, a Sunday, and the solar term Lesser Fullness.

Jiangnan Province Military Region General Hospital, operating room.

Chen Fan, dressed in surgical scrubs, a large mask, and a surgical cap, held a scalpel in his hand, lightly making a small incision on the patient's back. His movements were slow but steady, from the epidermis to the dermis, and then to the subcutaneous tissue. A stream of blood instantly flowed out.

The General Hospital's surgical director, Director Gong, watched from the side, unable to stop cold sweat from breaking out.

Although X-rays had been taken every day for the past few days, confirming that the shrapnel was indeed moving away from the spine, the risk of surgery was still very high. On the one hand, the location was still close to the spine. If the chief surgeon lacked experience, a slight slip, even a millimeter deviation of the scalpel, could cut into the nerve.

On the other hand, the shrapnel had been in the body for so long that it had long been wrapped in human tissue. Separating it would be a major project.

Moreover, the shrapnel would rust in the body. After removing the main body of the shrapnel, the rust residue on the flesh and blood tissue had to be cleaned up, otherwise it would cause postoperative infection, which, if serious, would be no less harmful than the shrapnel remaining in the body.

If the patient hadn't insisted on Chen Fan performing the surgery, and a leader from the military region hadn't signed off on it, he would never have allowed such a young man to step onto the operating table.

Even Chen Fan, who had invented the Yunhu Emergency Method and used acupuncture to relieve the patient's pain and push the foreign object away from the spine, was not exempt.

Those two were not the same as surgery. He had never heard of Chen Fan presiding over any major surgical operations, so of course he wouldn't dare to take the risk.

However, the patient trusted him. Chen Fan did have surgical records at Yunhu People's Hospital, although they weren't complicated, they showed he wasn't a complete novice, so he could only let him try.

Then he would stand by and, in case of any accident, be able to remedy the situation in time.

Under Director Gong's scrutinizing gaze, Chen Fan handed the scalpel to the nurse and whispered, "Forceps."

A nurse immediately handed over the forceps.

He gently pressed near the incision with his left hand, inserted the forceps, and before anyone else could react, he clamped out a piece of iron shrapnel less than 1 centimeter in size, covered in blood.

Director Gong's eyes lit up. Hey, this guy has something! He can take it out before he even sees the foreign object. Currently, only he in the entire hospital has this ability. He didn't expect Chen Fan to be able to do it too?!

After throwing the iron shrapnel into the special tray, Chen Fan began to clean up the internal impurities.

Those rust stains had become powder, mixed with flesh and blood, and were extremely difficult to remove.

However, under his steady operation, in a few strokes, all the impurities had been cleaned up.

Turning his head to look at Director Gong, who was about to come closer, Chen Fan couldn't help but smile and say, "Do you want to check it again?"

Director Gong turned his head to look at him, then looked at the incision, and slowly retreated, then said with an embarrassed smile, "No need, it's very clean."

It was really strange. He was also a veteran of more than 30 years. He could tell whether the incision had been cleaned or not.

However, when doing this kind of surgery, he himself might spend more than ten minutes just cleaning the wound. Looking at Chen Fan, just two or three strokes, and he cleaned it no worse than himself. There was nothing special about the technique. How did he do it?

Seeing that he was no longer speaking, Chen Fan continued to remove the second piece.

The entire operation took nearly an hour, removing shrapnel, cleaning, and finally suturing.

Under his LV5 tailoring skill, the wound was sutured beautifully and generously, which made Director Gong open his eyes again.

After sewing the last wound, a nurse naturally applied medicine.

Chen Fan took two steps back and, at Director Gong's signal, followed him out of the operating room, took off his mask and surgical cap, and went to the washroom to clean up.

Director Gong stood beside him and asked curiously, "Dr. Chen, who did you learn the technique of cleaning internal impurities from? Also, the suturing technique is much better than what we have researched ourselves."

Although this hospital couldn't be said to be the best hospital in the country, it could unpretentiously be said to be a first-class hospital in the country. No one would deny it.

Moreover, as an industry expert, he often went to top hospitals such as Peking Union Medical College Hospital and Tongji Hospital for academic exchanges. He knew the best surgical techniques in the country.

However, today, Chen Fan's surgical technique had opened his eyes and was simply unheard of, so naturally he was very curious.

Chen Fan washed his hands with soap, turned to look at him, and smiled, "Director Gong, it's useless even if you ask. Even if I'm willing to teach, you won't be able to learn it."

As he spoke, he turned around and raised his hands, moving his fingers, "This kind of thing relies on talent first, and practice second. Even common surgical and suturing techniques have completely different effects when used by different people, just because the hands performing the surgery are different. You must understand this principle."

At this time, Director Gong also came back to his senses and said thoughtfully, "So it's not that your technique is so advanced, it's entirely because your technique is more stable?"

Chen Fan shrugged, "That's right."

Director Gong shook his head regretfully, "Then it has no promotional value."

What he needed was a technique that every doctor, or at least most doctors, could learn, not an isolated case.

Only better technology can serve more people. As for individual cases, unless it's a super-difficult surgery like today, it's not that important.

This was not to say that individual cases were not important, but if they had no promotional value, he didn't need to get to the bottom of them.

Thinking of this, he completely gave up.

Chen Fan also expressed his helplessness.

He couldn't possibly say that the surgery was done well because his butchering skills had also reached LV5, and dismembering an ox was a piece of cake. What was opening a hole in a human body to take out shrapnel?

The exquisite suturing was naturally also due to LV5 sewing skills.

If he only relied on LV5 medical skills, it would be really difficult to do.

Or rather, the surgical effect would not be as good as it is now.

Of course, the reason why he was able to achieve his current results was all due to his hard work in gaining experience. As the saying goes, three parts are destined by heaven, and seven parts depend on hard work. Comrade Chen Fan's current achievements are a model of hard work!

At this time, Grandpa Xiang had already been pushed to the ward. When Chen Fan came over, Xiang Hongqi was accompanying his grandfather, his face full of nervousness.

Chen Fan walked to the other side of the bed and smiled, "Didn't the nurse tell you that the operation was very successful?"

Xiang Hongqi raised his head and smiled shyly, "She said so, but I'm still a little nervous."

Chen Fan sat on the empty bed behind him, nodded, and said with a smile, "That's right, if it were me, I would be nervous too, it's your grandfather. But it's okay."

He looked at Grandpa Xiang, who hadn't woken up from the anesthesia, with admiration in his eyes, and said softly, "For your grandfather, this little surgical wound is probably not as big as the injuries he suffered in a small-scale battle. He's been through gunfire in the past, this is nothing."

After a pause, he said again, "But now he's older after all, and his body functions are not as good as before. Eat something good these days. You can get more meat, eggs, and milk. Now it's not like before when there were few supplies. These things are not difficult to buy. After that, eat more fruits to supplement vitamins. It is estimated that it will heal in about a week, and then you can prepare for the next operation."

Today's surgery only removed 3 pieces of shrapnel from the back, and there is still one piece in the front chest, which can only be done next time.

This old man was really fierce in battle, with countless scars on his body.

Some TV shows or novels say that scars on the front are true warriors, but that's not necessarily true. On the modern battlefield, when a shell explodes, shrapnel flies around. How do you know if the shell landed in front or behind?

If the shell lands behind and is slightly closer, you will not only be hit by countless pieces of shrapnel, but under the huge shock wave, it is normal for the skin on your back to be torn open.

Even in the era of cold weapons, there were still sneak attacks from behind. There is no reason to say that someone with injuries on their back is not a warrior.

Chen Fan turned his gaze to Xiang Hongqi's face and said softly, "And you, you must follow the prescription I gave you for conditioning. Actually, you don't have any major illness. It's just a trace element deficiency caused by malnutrition in childhood. There are many people in your situation, but your innate physique is weaker, so it's more serious, but it's not incurable.

In the future, pay more attention to your diet and stick to exercise. Mr. Li also said that health is the foundation of revolution. Only by taking good care of your body and being healthy will your grandfather be at ease."

Xiang Hongqi's face was slightly red, as if he was a little embarrassed. He lowered his head and said softly, "Okay, I'll remember."

Chen Fan sighed softly, feeling a little helpless.

This grandson of Grandpa Xiang is only two or three years younger than himself… of course, that's the birth date registered after the transmigration. If calculated according to his actual age, who knows where to start.

When Xiang Hongqi was born, it hadn't been long since the famine ended. After the quota for urban residents was reduced, it hadn't fully recovered. They could only barely fill their stomachs, so don't even think about nutrition.

In the end, Xiang Hongqi, who was already weak, failed to replenish his nutrition in time, leaving him with the root of his weakness.

If this were in later generations, it would actually be simple. While he is in his growth period, he could drink all kinds of oral liquids and nutritional products, and he could recover in a few years.

Now, he can only use the therapy of medicinal soup, dietary therapy, and exercise. Drink a bowl of cheap medicinal soup every day, eat something good every few days, preferably drink a glass of milk every day, and then follow the old men to practice Tai Chi in the park. He can return to normal in a year or two.

The two were chatting casually. After a while, Chen Fan asked Xiang Hongqi to turn his grandfather over. "Back surgery is more troublesome. You can't lie in one position for too long. Turn him over every once in a while, and raise his upper body about 30 degrees to avoid putting pressure on the wound.

Also, pay attention when turning him over. The movements should be gentle and slow, especially paying attention not to touch the wound, otherwise it will affect the healing time."

Xiang Hongqi nodded seriously, "I'll remember."

As a result, Grandpa Xiang woke up just halfway through the turn.

He opened his eyes hazily, saw the two figures in front of him, and said vaguely, "Director Chen, why do I feel dizzy?"

Chen Fan, "Your anesthesia hasn't completely worn off yet, of course you're dizzy."

After a pause, he added, "Don't worry, the surgery was very successful. After a few days, we'll take out the shrapnel in the front for you. And when Hongqi's body is well nourished, you'll have a lot of happiness to enjoy."

Grandpa Xiang closed his eyes and smiled from ear to ear, "Thanks to your good fortune, thanks to your good fortune."

Chen Fan helped him turn over. Seeing that the old man had fallen asleep again, he gestured to Xiang Hongqi, asking him to take good care of his grandfather, and then waved his hand and left.

…

He had just walked out of the ward when Director Gong stopped him again.

Director Gong rubbed his hands and said embarrassedly, "Doctor Chen, can I discuss something with you?"

Chen Fan closed the door and smiled, "Please speak."

Director Gong, "It's like this, there are actually quite a few cases like Grandpa Xiang's. Just in our hospital, there are 33 registered cases, all left over from the days when medical conditions were limited and the risks of surgery were high…"

Before he could finish speaking, Chen Fan interrupted him, thinking as he said, "I understand what you mean."

After pondering for two seconds, he looked at Director Gong and said, "It's like this, currently, in addition to my work in this unit, I also have study tasks, so my time is indeed quite tight."

Really, he hadn't ridden horses, walked dogs, flown eagles, hunted, or fished for a long time, especially missing Gun Gun, and the bamboo recliner at home.

After recalling for two seconds, Chen Fan came back to his senses and continued, "For cases like Grandpa Xiang's, the most important thing is not the surgery, but the acupuncture conditioning before the surgery. Only by conditioning to the right conditions can we create space for the surgery.

That way, if you really need me to take action, I can perform acupuncture treatment for three patients a week. The number of these three is also the limit I can currently handle, because this kind of acupuncture usually takes about 7 days, and then each time takes half an hour to an hour, and it consumes a lot of energy. Any more, and there may be problems, so I can only do three people a day at most, and then rotate a batch every week.

As for the subsequent surgical treatment, your hospital can completely do it. This way, the efficiency is higher, and you can deal with more people in a timely manner. What do you think?"

Treating 3 people a week, 33 people, that's eleven weeks, less than 3 months, which he can still accept.

Of course, this is also because these patients are all veterans. Otherwise, he would be too lazy to do cases that don't increase much experience.

Don't say he has no awareness. If he had awareness, his bones would probably be torn apart by now. Still want to live a good life? Dream on!

Hearing Chen Fan's words, Director Gong was overjoyed, clasped his hands tightly, and grinned, "No problem, no problem, we'll do it as you say!"

The reason why these cases were left behind is because they lacked surgical space. As long as Chen Fan can isolate the shrapnel, it is equivalent to just a minor operation to remove foreign objects from the body, which the hospital can completely handle.

This matter was just a temporary idea of Director Gong's. As it concerns honorary veterans, he still has to report the details to his superiors, and it will be implemented after the superiors approve it.

Moreover, although Chen Fan has a physician's qualification certificate, he is not a member of the health system. He also has to send a letter to the Provincial Writers Association through the hospital to coordinate the relationship in all aspects before it can be specifically implemented.

Now it's just confirming the intention with the person concerned first.

Sending Chen Fan to the entrance of the hospital, watching him get in the car and leave, Director Gong couldn't help but sigh. He didn't know what the Health Department was thinking. How could they let such a medical expert with superb clinical skills leave?

If he were still in the health system, even in the Yunhu Health Department, he would find a way to transfer him over.

Even a special recruitment into the army, giving him a field officer rank, would be worth it!

At this time, he completely forgot how suspicious he was before the surgery.

…

Chen Fan returned to the Writers Association. Although today was a day off, there were still many people working in the unit.

As for whether they were working or chatting, who knows.

As soon as he walked into the office building, someone asked, "Director Chen, how is Grandpa Xiang?"

Chen Fan stopped and curled his lips, saying, "You guys are not good. A staff member in our unit is sick and hospitalized for surgery, but the unit doesn't even have someone to accompany him. What's going on?"

Just as the others were speechless, Xu Qizhen rolled her eyes and walked over, saying unhappily, "What, aren't you from our unit? A deputy director-level leader personally accompanied him, and even personally operated on him. Isn't that enough attention?"

Chen Fan widened his eyes, "Am I, a surgeon, also responsible for accompanying and comforting him?"

Xu Qizhen slapped him on the arm, "What? Can't you? If you can't, return the box of Maotai you took from my office!"

Chen Fan stood at attention, "Resolutely complete the mission!"

Xu Qizhen couldn't help but smile, and there was a burst of laughter next to her.

Before the laughter stopped, Xu Qizhen asked seriously, "How is Grandpa Xiang doing?"

Chen Fan smiled, "Looking at me, you can tell the surgery was very successful."

Xu Qizhen breathed a sigh of relief, "That's good."

Then she looked around, pulled Chen Fan upstairs.

After going up the stairs, she whispered, "Someone from the Provincial United Front Work Department came just now, looking for you, saying that your uncle from the United States is looking for you. He'll arrive in Jingcheng tomorrow morning. It depends on whether he'll take a plane directly here tomorrow afternoon, or come the day after tomorrow. Anyway, they want you to be prepared."

Chen Fan was stunned, "Uncle?"

Be prepared? Prepare for what?

Steal the dragon and switch the phoenix?

It seems that DNA technology was invented in 1984. It shouldn't be exposed now, right?