The Godfather of Surgery

"Ding Dong! Manipulative reduction of a complex double fracture of the forearm and the promotion of traditional osteosynthesis. A reward of 8,000 points and a gift of trauma orthopedics super training package."

This is really a super training technique. Yang Ping sighed.

"Success?" Li Jingshu asked in a low voice.

She was lying on the operating table, and although she could only see the ceiling, her ears could hear.

Yang Ping stood beside the operating bed, his eyes stayed on the display screen of the C-arm machine, and he didn't pay attention to what Li Jingshu said.

Li Jingshu wanted to pull him, but the splint on his left hand prevented him from moving. I can't reach my right hand, I want to roll over but I'm afraid of rolling down.

"Doctor Yang!" Li Jingshu's voice became much louder.

Only then did Yang Ping hear her speak: "Oh! Call me?"

"Success?" Li Jingshu asked.

"Well, you don't have to go to work in the Northeast." Yang Ping said lightly.

Li Jingshu didn't know how happy she was, the feeling of the rest of her life.

"Are there any tissues?" Li Jingshu asked.

Anyone who has nothing to do with tissue on her body, Yang Ping opened a pack of sterile gauze from the cabinet and gave her: "Use this, it's clean."

I gave her gauze and found that she had a fracture on the left side and an indwelling needle on the right side, which seemed inconvenient to wipe off the sweat. Yang Ping used gauze to wipe the sweat off her forehead indiscriminately, and Li Jingshu laughed silly a few times.

"Okay, send it back to the ward, explain clearly, pay attention to the tightness of the splint, pay attention to the blood supply." Professor Zhang made a final decision.

Whether it works or not, the X-ray of the display screen is placed there, and the ulna and radius are completely reset. There is no dispute.

"Come on, everyone can come in." Director Ouyang shouted.

The anaesthetist circuit nurses all came in.

"Send it to the Overseas Chinese Building!" Song Zimo said. He looked at Yang Ping several times. He had been severely hit twice in a row in the past few days. He was very injured and could not be light for the time being.

"What's wrong with you?" Song Zimo couldn't help but asked.

Yang Ping said, "What do you say?"

Song Zimo glared at him.

"I'm going to talk to the family." Director Han didn't return to his senses.

Xiao Mo even touched his chin in front of the screen, and was urged several times by Song Zimo before joining the team to deliver the patient.

"Thank you." Li Jingshu sat in a wheelchair and was very grateful to Yang Ping.

The itinerant nurse, anesthesiologist and Song Zimo sent the patient, Xiao Mo stayed with Professor Zhang, and Yang Ping was naturally detained until Li Jingshu left the operating room.

Professor Zhang asked, "Where did you learn the left-right stroke technique?"

Yang Ping can't always say: The systematic super training Dafa gave 5,000 cases of forearm fracture training, and finally fed this pair of magic hands.

"Elder Zhang, you mentioned it in your book." Yang Ping scratched his head.

"I only mentioned it in the book, and I didn't disclose the details." Zhang Lao was very serious.

Yang Ping said: "Those few sentences are enough, fighting each other from left to right, but it's just doing two things with one mind, directing two hands to do different operations. When I first graduated, I read your old book and practiced it at that time. . No patients, I practice with long rice bags hiding broken sticks."

Professor Zhang nodded, a good "but", and the young man's words were too light.

If it is not practiced, will it fall from the sky? Only this explanation can be given. If you think about it, this explanation is quite reasonable. But it can be practiced in this way, how high the talent is, and how much effort it takes.

Professor Zhang looked at Yang Ping with admiration and love in his eyes.

"Okay, let's go back to the ward together, chat while walking, get a wheelchair to push me, my feet are numb." Professor Zhang stopped asking.

Director Han patted Yang Ping on the shoulder: "Boy, you still hide so many private goods."

Then he said "haha" twice, "Mr. Zhang, I'll go to the Overseas Chinese Building. This patient is Mayor Li's daughter. I can't help it. I need to see it twice."

Professor Zhang gave an "oh" and did not respond to the identity of Mayor Li.

Director Han said hello and left. Director Ouyang remembered that he still had surgery, and Dr. Jin was doing it, so he also said hello and went out.

None of the people next door left. It was estimated that Professor Zhang would not dare to come in. Waiting for the opportunity, rushed in, looked at the X-film on the screen, and asked Yang Ping for advice.

Xiao Mo found a wheelchair in the operating room, helped Professor Zhang to sit on it, Yang Ping pushed the wheelchair, Xiao Mo followed him, went to the dressing room to change clothes, and then returned to the ward.

Mrs. Li waited at the door of Professor Zhang's ward with an assistant, accompanied by Dean Sun and head nurse Yao Ling.

Seeing Professor Zhang coming back in a wheelchair, Dean Sun and the head nurse immediately greeted him. Dean Sun said, "Old Zhang, this is Li Jingshu's mother and Mayor Li's wife. You must come to thank you in person!"

Following the wheelchair into the ward, Mrs. Li looked radiant and bowed slightly: "Professor Zhang, thank you so much, our whole family is very grateful!"

The people who have seen the big scene, the behavior is generous and decent, which makes people very comfortable.

"Oh! What are you doing here, the patient has returned to the ward." Professor Zhang said coldly.

The scene was a little embarrassing, but Mrs. Li didn't change her face, she still smiled: "Yes, Jingshu just returned to the ward. Professor Zhang, you are still in the hospital, you have worked tirelessly to restore Jingshu's bones, and we are grateful. This is our point. Be careful, don't give up."

Mrs. Li took the gift box handed over by the assistant, and respectfully placed two boxes of Korean ginseng on the simple table by the bed.

Professor Zhang said: "It is too difficult to reset. Just now, Xiao Yang recovered well and has been completely reset, but there is still the possibility of displacement, so we should not take it lightly."

Everyone didn't care too much about Professor Zhang saying that Xiao Yang had recovered well. Mrs. Li understood that Xiao Yang was his student, and it was normal for the old professor to guide and students to do it.

Yang Ping and Xiao Mo helped Professor Zhang get up slowly and sat on the edge of the bed. Professor Zhang waved his hand and said, "You're welcome, I'll take it away. It's expensive, but it's useless."

It was embarrassing, but Mrs. Li still had a smile on her face.

Dean Sun immediately made a round of it: "Mrs. Li, Mr. Zhang has been a doctor for nearly 60 years, and he never accepts gifts from patients. We should not break Mr. Zhang's rules."

Mrs. Li immediately smiled and said, "It's abrupt, Mr. Zhang is very handsome, and the younger generation admires it, so it doesn't break Mr. Zhang's rules."

"Old Zhang, then you rest, we won't disturb you." Dean Sun ended the visit in a timely manner, everyone exchanged a few words, and exited Professor Zhang's ward.

Xiao Wu came over to ask Yang Ping to take a picture, and Professor Zhang said, "Go, you all go to work, I'll lie down for a while."

Xiao Mo helped Professor Zhang lie down, and Yang Ping helped him cover the quilt and turned off the lights in the room.

The head nurse held a pennant in her hand: "Come, come, Dr. Yang, your patient sent it."

Zhang Lin and Xiao Wu stood around, holding the pennant, pulling Yang Ping to the center, and the head nurse took pictures.

After filming it for Yang Ping to see, Zhang Lin came over and said angrily, "No beauty, no no, no, I have to filter out the acne on my face and start over."

"You're not the protagonist? Why are you so handsome?" The head nurse said, but she couldn't stop Zhang Lin's persistence, so she had to take another picture.

"Which patient sent this?" Yang Ping was not impressed.

"It was the amputee on the construction site." Xiao Wu said.

Zhang Lin was looking at the photos on his mobile phone, smiling, Xiao Wu said, "Zhang Lin, this patient, you don't seem to be involved in the rescue, right? Are you so active in taking pictures?"

The head nurse said, "If he didn't take pictures, how could he tell his wife that the patient sent the pennant again?"

Zhang Lin immediately took off his mobile phone: "Spy on my typing? Do you have any idea of ​​privacy?"