Sleepless Doctor

Lin Daoshi sat in the observation room outside the ward, with a cup of tea in front of him, the aroma overflowing.

　　 Zhuang Qidong slept for a few hours, and the situation was very good. After waking up, he went down to the ground and walked dozens of steps, then came out and chatted with Lin Taoshi for a few minutes.

　　 It can be seen that he is in good physical condition while talking and laughing, and seeing the next step is to be discharged from the hospital.

　　 In this regard, Lin Daoshi admired the little master and admired him to his bones.

　　Should I read a book after I go back, or go to a hospital for further study? Lin Daoshi closed his eyes to rest up his mind, his appearance was immortal, but he was thinking about these things in his heart.

　　 The little uncle still came to see the patient in the middle of the night. He has a strong sense of responsibility, and he should have changed. But Lin Daoshi couldn't help having a headache when he thought of professional books waiting for his height.

　　 Taoist Lin was thinking, pushing the door open, Chuang Jiaqi leaned to Zhuang Yongzhi's ear, and whispered, "Ms. Wu is going to have an emergency operation."

　　 "Don't have any money? You just need to pay it, what can you do with me." Zhuang Yongzhi guessed part of the truth in an instant, and said in a deep voice.

　　 "It's Zheng Linkai's navigator." Chuang Jiaqi said simply.

　　 Zhuang Yongzhi immediately understood the entanglement. He had heard of the Hushan Road traffic accident. The rest of Zheng Linkai's encounter with this incident was the most natural ending for Zhuang Yongzhi, and he didn't even have to think about it.

　　 Replaced by him, the method is no different from that of the Zheng family.

　　 It's just that I got mixed into it, but it's hard to do. This little uncle of Master Lin Xian has a lot of things.

　　 Zhuang Yongzhi picked up the tea cup and swiped it twice.

　　 "Jushi Zhuang, my Laoyashan line is principled." Lin Taoshi knew that Zhuang Yongzhi was asking for his opinions silently. At this time, he must endorse the little uncle, even if it offends everyone.

　　When things are clear, Taoist Lin said with a twist, "People's hearts are not old, and the world is going down. Now it is like a joke to treat the disease and save people, and the layman thinks it."

　　 Zhuang Yongzhi smiled, "The immortal teacher is unpredictable."

"Originally, my Taoist school was quiet and inactive. I only wanted to gain the Tao in one day and ascend in the day. But how can there be no fetters of red dust in the world. The sages still have chickens and dogs ascending to the sky. I wait for ordinary people, and Yi can not avoid the vulgar. , It’s also a human life."

　　 "In the eyes of my little uncle, the fate of the patron is fate, and the fate of that person is also the fate of that person. As long as he can do it, he will do it naturally. This is Dao Xin, which must be wiped frequently in order not to sink into the world."

　　 "The immortal teacher is right." Zhuang Yongzhi would naturally not argue with Lin Taoshi. Seeing that he said a lot, it was a matter of healing and saving people.

　　Although Lin Daoshi said that his father's life was the same as that of the other wounded, Zhuang Yongzhi was slightly unhappy, but he still said politely.

　　 "It's a bit troublesome, I have to deal with it first."

　　 "I am here." Lin Taoshi twisted his beard and smiled.

　　 Seeing Zhuang Yongzhi and Chuang Jiaqi go out, Lin Taoshi followed the transparent glass and watched Zhuang Qidong fall asleep inside, feeling at ease.

　　 There is a little uncle here, it must be fine. The problem now is that his realm is too bad for Junior Master, and he can't keep up with his rhythm a bit.

　　 Recalling the moment when I saw the video yesterday and heard the old man's female voice, my whole body trembled, and I could only dare to continue watching when I was sitting in front of the stone monument in the back mountain. And the little uncle directly told himself that Zhuang Qidong was okay, there was a big gap in the meantime.

　　 You have to make progress. At the very least, you have to sit down and keep your eyes brighter. The folks who come to Laoyashan have acupuncture and some herbal medicine if they have a headache and fever, but they should be cautious about that strange disease.

　　 Taoist Lin was twisting his beard while making up his mind. When he was ready to go back, he would buy a few textbooks online and gnaw off the big toes.

　　 There is a little uncle, if I can't seize this opportunity, I will be a little bit fucked.

　　 Wu Mian pushed the flat car to the operating room, called to open the door, and the phone rang.

　　 He guessed that it should be Chuang Jiaqi, but when he looked down, it was Zhuang Yongzhi calling.

　　 Zhuang Yongzhi said very politely. He has already told the Sanatorium and Hospital that the medical expenses of patients do not need to be considered. This amount of money is not a small amount to the dealer. The treatment is important, let Wu Mian do it casually.

　　 Actually, Zhuang Yongzhi also had a headache. He just learned that Dean Sun was beaten. He really didn’t understand why Lin Xianchang’s little uncle had such a hot temper.

　　 is as good as Lin Xianlong.

　　 But this is not a big deal for the dealer, it's a matter of giving a sum of money. If you want to come to Dean Sun, it won't be troublesome, so you can go to court.

　　 If it really wanted to be like that, naturally a few barristers came out and rubbed Sun Ximing on the ground.

　　 The trouble is that I have to talk to the Zheng family. Zhuang Qidong just said hello to the people of the Zheng family. After all, this is a matter of the Zheng family. It is not appropriate to say nothing.

　　 Wu Mian hung up and was taken by a doctor to change clothes.

　　 Time is running out, and Wu Mian doesn't know how long the patient can last. It's just that they can't understand the way these people are, and the habit formed over the years in the medical profession makes Wu Mian unable to do such things as dead.

　　 After entering the operating room, several young doctors have positioned the patient.

　　 Ren Haitao was immediately anesthetized, and the ventilator assisted in breathing. Fortunately, although the Sanatorium and Hospital is the highest-ranking private hospital, there is only a generation gap between the machine and the provincial capital, and Ren Haitao still has no idea.

　　 Wu Mian and Chu Zhixi brushed their hands and came back, put on clothes and went on stage.

　　 Ren Haitao saw Wu Mian directly spread two surgical areas, one on the neck and one on the hip.

　　 This is the rhythm to do together.

　　 In the provincial capital, Ren Haitao also saw the operation of occipital-neck fusion and bone grafting. Particularly severe patients need to take bone grafts from the iliac bone. Generally, two groups of people are required to set it immediately.

　　 Teacher Wu puts out two surgical areas~www.wuxiaspot.com~ But only he and Professor Chu are on stage, can this work?

　　 Sure enough, Wu Mian stood at the position of the iliac bone, and Chu Zhixi stood at the neck of the patient. There was no verbal communication between the two and the operation started directly.

　　Ren Haitao's position can only see Chu Zhixi's surgical field. He is very serious. Although he is curious, he knows his responsibility and focuses on the patient's anesthesia.

　　 It’s already good to have a peek at Chu Zhixi’s surgical area, but Ren Haitao did not dare to stand behind Wu Mian and Chu Zhixi to watch the entire operation.

　　 But Chu Zhixi looks delicate and weak, is it really okay?

　　 Ren Haitao remembered that when he was at the top of the mountain, Mr. Wu Mian and Wu had to take off his windbreaker for fear that Chu Zhixi would catch a cold. Can Xiaoniai's Chu Zhixi get such a big operation?

　　 Chu Zhixi didn't pause at all, holding the pen with her right hand, with a midline incision in the back, everything was in order, and there was not much bleeding. This is normal for Ren Haitao, it's just an incision.

　　 But the next second, he was stunned.

　　 The knife in Chu Zhixi's hand began to twist, making an arc.

I go! Is this a chg incision? !

　　In the provincial capital, few people use this approach in neurosurgery. Occasionally, it is also necessary to outline the incision marks on the patient's scalp with methylene blue in advance, and cut it during the operation.

　　 And Chu Zhixi, even directly cut the chg incision with a dermatome, which was smooth and neat, as if there were natural traces on the scalp of this inexplicable patient, so I cut it off without thinking about it.