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Wu Jianlin hit a soft nail. Seeing that Chen Qi would not take it hard, he decided to tempt him with some sweetness first:

"It's a good thing for young people to be enterprising. I personally appreciate your personal ability very much. Otherwise, you are about to graduate from a correspondence course. How about I accept you as a graduate student? Graduation is a master's degree.

At present, the best hand surgery in China is the students of our teacher Yuan. If you are my graduate student, you are all on your own. Don’t worry, no matter how complicated or difficult your hand surgery is, we will definitely help you think about it together. how? "

Director Bian's heartbeat quickened a bit. Everyone on Earth knows how difficult it is for postgraduate exams these days.

In the era when technical secondary schools were dominant and undergraduates were kings, graduate students existed like a ceiling. How many masters and doctors are there in the entire health system of Yuezhong City?

Now a big professor in the provincial capital directly said that he would accept Chen Qi as a graduate student, and then the entire Yuan School would be backing him. This "hand surgery" would have stepped out of a world.

This kind of opportunity, others really can't ask for it, and the whole Yuezhong City can't find a second such good luck.

Indeed, if he changed to an ordinary little doctor, and heard that there was such a good opportunity, his tail would stick to the eaves, and he would immediately hug Wu Jianlin's thigh tightly, crying and calling him Dad.

But the problem is, Chen Qi is no ordinary little doctor.

Everyone only remembers that Chen Qi is too young, but don't forget that he is currently a director of the International ICPF Society, coupled with his superb clinical skills.

In China, Professor Ge of the Third Hospital of Peking University encouraged him to work in the capital, and also promised to accept him as a graduate student, and he will study in combination with masters and doctorates.

If Chen Qi wanted to go abroad now, which country would he not be able to go to? Which international big hospital can't go? Even in European and American countries, the starting point is an associate professor's treatment.

He still cares about a small graduate student of Haidong Provincial Medical University?

The key is that he understands that his future is hepatobiliary and pancreatic surgery. If Professor Wu Mengchao accepts him as a student today, he will definitely jump three feet high with excitement.

But he, Wu Jianlin, is simply not enough to watch.

"Hehe, Professor Wu loves you very much, but you also know that hand surgery is just for fun, and even cleft lip and palate is not the focus of my career, so I will not pursue postgraduate studies in hand surgery for the time being."

Wu Jianlin stood up for a while, and decided to speak clearly, for fear that this young man would not understand the serious consequences of the matter.

"Comrade Chen Qi, you need to know your current situation. If your operation is unsuccessful, your reputation in the domestic medical circle will not be good. Even if you succeed by luck, you will publish related papers. It becomes very difficult, understand?"

Young people have a young man's temper. Chen Qi's temper, the more you suppress him, the more he will not accept it.

"Professor Wu, it doesn't matter whether it is a paper or not. Fame or not is not determined by the success or failure of an operation. What I have to do now is to connect the patient's severed palm completely and restore him to health. It really doesn't matter."

It really doesn't matter to Chen Qi, he doesn't plan to do hand surgery for the rest of his life, he can do whatever he wants.

The words were not speculative, Wu Jianlin finally left the Fourth Hospital of Yuezhong with a dark face, and Chen Qi didn't even send him off.

If you want to show off, he can do it too! He Wu Jianlin, a small chief physician, is he a bird?

Director Bian refilled a glass of water for Chen Qi, and said worriedly:

"Deputy Chen, you said that if we do a limb replantation operation, what do we care about this Professor Wu? Why are you begging for nothing?"

Chen Qi snorted softly: "What else could be the reason? It's not that our surgery is taking advantage of others and breaking the technical monopoly of Yuan Pai's surgical department. They are in a hurry."

The little doctor Zhang Xingshun jumped up:

"Why? They do their surgery and we do ours. Why do they only allow their state officials to set fire and not us people to light lamps? Isn't this too overbearing?"

Director Bian shook his hands: "Go, go, what do children know, hurry up and go."

Chen Qi also slapped the table and stood up:

"That's right, why? Which green onion is Wu Jianlin? Which big-tailed wolf is the descendant of the Yuan faction? Who cares about them? It's their business how they like to toss, let's do ours, and the giants with big mouths don't need surgery to see the outcome!"

After speaking, Chen Qi ran out in a hurry.

Director Bian shouted from behind: "Hey, Deputy Chen, don't fight with Director Wu, he is a great professor in the provincial capital after all."

"What are you doing? I had an operation for a day, so go pee!"

Wu Jian returned to the First Provincial Affiliated Hospital in a hurry, and as soon as he entered the office, he slammed the briefcase in his hand on the table.

After thinking for a while, he picked up the phone again and dialed directly to Huashan Hospital.

Huashan Hospital is one of the top hospitals in China, and the hand surgery department is also one of the highest-level hospitals in the country. Professor Deng Changxi is the director of the hand surgery department in Huashan and Wu Jianlin's brother.

When the phone was connected, Deng Changxi couldn't wait to ask:

"Jianlin, how about the allogeneic foster surgery?"

"Brother, today I went to see the patient personally, and I also looked through all the surgery records. Although this foster surgery is a bit whimsical, if I follow the thinking of that doctor Chen Qi, I think it is really possible to succeed."

Deng Changxi was silent for a while, then asked again: "Tell me about the operation idea in detail."

Wu Jianlin changed his sitting position and recalled the scene he saw today:

"Dr. Chen Qi's idea is that there is no surgical pointer on the patient's hand-side arm and the front end of the arm, so he first connected the broken palm to the inside of the patient's right calf, and borrowed a few arteries and veins from the leg to restore the blood supply. .

Temporarily moving the bones and tendons to allow them to repair themselves is equivalent to raising the severed palm first, and when the patient's arm is almost recovered, he cuts off the severed palm from the right leg and inoculates it on the original arm. "

After all, Deng Changxi is the top hand surgery expert in China, and Chen Qi's operation was immediately reconstructed in his mind.

Then he suddenly discovered that this idea is really unique, and theoretically speaking, it is indeed feasible.

But the danger is quite high. Others don't understand it, but Deng Changxi has a deep understanding.

"Dr. Chen Qi's idea is good, but this operation is still very dangerous. If you are not careful, you will damage the pedicle of the blood vessel. Moreover, during the separation of one of the arteries, the artery suddenly ruptured. What should I do if there is massive bleeding?

In addition, whether the severed palm can survive is a problem. At the same time, the vascular wall of the thumb itself is damaged. The changes in the blood vessels during the amputation are likely to form blood clots. If there is a pulmonary embolism, cerebral infarction, or myocardial infarction, it will be a big trouble. "