Back in 2002 as a doctor

Liu Wuyan has watched this operation countless times, but no matter when he watched it, he always felt unbelievable.

If the operation performed by Congwen last week at the annual meeting has already touched the ceiling of thoracic surgery technology, then the DK-crush surgery newly created by the boss at the annual meeting is the pinnacle.

After the artificial artery dissection, the balloon is expanded and then the stent is placed to create a "brand new" coronary vessel out of thin air. This kind of unconstrained approach and thinking is no longer simply reaching the pinnacle, but as the doctor in Cleveland said with emotion—— This is a miracle, a creation out of thin air.

This technique made Liu Wuyan marvel at the creativity of the boss.

He knew that there was no way to do it, but when the boss was at the end of his rope, he could always find a way to solve the problem.

Of course, this is not the main thing.

Liu Wuyan has known about the magic of the boss for a long time, and has always believed in it.

What Liu Wuyan couldn't accept the most was the operation on the circumflex branch.

Afterwards, he learned that the boss's energy was limited, so he only did the forward descending branch, and the circumflex branch was done by his younger brother Zhou Congwen.

It's nothing surprising that the boss can do it. For Liu Wuyan, it should be done.

But who is Zhou Congwen?

Did it pop out of the cracks in the rock? !

Why can he do the surgery that only the boss can do?

If it wasn't for Zhou Congwen's young age, if it wasn't for Zhou Congwen's resume right in front of him, Liu Wuyan would have wondered if the boss had cultivated him eccentrically in private to deter the existence of other senior brothers.

He is very clear that the boss is not the kind of person who balances out, technology is the only thing for the boss, and what the boss thinks about is to cure diseases and save lives.

Silently watching the surgery video, Liu Wuyan's gaze changed from complicated to clear. He had already abandoned his selfish thoughts and immersed himself in an indescribable and beautiful world.

Zhou Congwen's operation was not only good, but... weird.

Any performer, mature performer has his own style, even himself, Deng Ming, others who were taught by the boss, and the guy who broke the door at Johns Hopkins, all have their own style. style of.

But Zhou Congwen was not.

It would be wrong to insist that he has no style, his operation is exactly the same as that of the boss, this is true for Liu Wuyan.

Because he had seen the surgery performed by his boss when he was in his prime, Zhou Congwen was like his boss when he was young, and his surgery style remained unchanged.

Even Liu Wuyan could see a hint of sophistication in Zhou Congwen's operation.

This is not a poor imitation, but that the younger brother Zhou Congwen has merged with his boss to some extent.

It's really a wonderful connection, Liu Wuyan watched the operation, and gradually became engrossed.

He felt that his mind traveled through time and space, went back in time, and saw the boss when he was young.

At that time, the boss was full of inexhaustible energy. He was wearing a lead suit for the operation, and he didn't know how tired he was all day and night.

He vaguely saw the donkey of the production team in the boss's mouth.

Donkey, Liu Wuyan smiled happily.

The boss dotes on this little junior eccentrically, saying that he is unwilling to let him go to the front line, and even "blocks" Zhou Congwen with his own identity and status. Everything is reasonable.

Zhou Congwen is the kindling left behind by the boss.

This time the incident was dangerous, and the boss himself didn't know if he would be able to come back from the front line alive, so he wanted to keep the fire.

Since this is the case, then...

Thinking of this, Liu Wuyan raised his head and rubbed his sore eyes.

The video of the operation was played in a loop for an unknown number of times, the sky outside was getting brighter, and time slipped away unconsciously.

Then lift up this little junior brother, and hope that he has a good heart and can bear his reputation.

Thinking of this, Liu Wuyan suddenly realized that after Wellington's operation, it seemed that Deng Ming stayed to accept various honors, while Zhou Congwen left silently with his boss.

He is really a very weird and interesting young man, Liu Wuyan stared at the direction of home, secretly hoping that the boss will return safely.

At that time, go home by yourself, look at the boss, and look at this little junior who is exactly like the boss.

Chapter 0942

Shuntian Hospital.

Dr. Miyamoto stood in front of Owada Fukaya with his head down.

Owada Fukaya, he is the Chief of Cardiac Surgery and the First Full Professor of Surgery at Juntendo Hospital. He has a very high level of surgery and is well-known all over the world.Moreover, in Shun Tian Hospital, he was a man of undeniable power and power.

Dr. Miyamoto knew that Yamato Fuka refused to be a judge, and when he wanted to take his students to participate in the competition, he moved his mind.

For interventional surgery, Dr. Miyamoto has been beaten by Huang Lao and Zhou Congwen without any idea.

Whether it is the DK-crush surgery that modifies the standard level, or the artificial coronary artery dissection surgery that breaks through the pinnacle of human operation, Dr. Miyamoto cannot surpass it.

This involves personal understanding of surgery and the operation of mountain after peak, which is beyond the reach of human beings.

He made a mistake in the operation and was beaten up by Zhou Congwen. He was often laughed at after returning to China, so Dr. Miyamoto's life is very bad recently, and he has deep resentment.

"Miyamoto, you think highly of Dr. Huang." Owada Shen also stood in front of the window, staring at Miyamoto, and said disdainfully.

"Minister Owada, Dr. Huang is indeed old, but his surgical skills have not deteriorated."

"So what." Dr. Owada Fukaya smiled slightly, and slowly closed his eyes.

The sun was about to set, and the setting sun shone on him through the glass window, as if neon lights were falling, and it was colorful.

"The queen's operation some time ago..." Dr. Miyamoto paused after he said this, suppressing the shame like waves in his heart, and said in a deep voice, "Although I don't like it, I still have to admit that Dr. Huang's level is quite high."

"And his students can also independently complete the artificial coronary artery dissection operation, which is simply incredible."

"Is this Dr. Zhou who will be selected to participate in the competition this time?" Yamato Tian Shen also closed his eyes and raised his right hand slightly.

His hand was holding a pen, as if holding a scalpel in his hand.

Looking back against the light, Dr. Miyamoto seemed to be in front of the operating table, and his limbs could feel the cold light of the scalpel.

Owada Fukaya is not young anymore and is about to retire.

Participating in the World Cardiothoracic Surgery Competition this time is mainly to let the student of my star surgeon brush up his resume, so that he will take over the position of the first full professor of surgery after he retires.

This is a rule and a tradition. Dr. Miyamoto is very clear about what Fukaya Owada means.

His qualifications and level will definitely be invited as a judge, but Owada Fuka also refused the invitation, but participated in the competition as a player.

Looking at the figure of Minister Owada, Dr. Miyamoto gritted his teeth and told the truth.

"Minister Owada, I found out that Dr. Huang's students selected this time..."

"Do you think my operation is not good?" Owada Fuka also closed his eyes slightly, his wrist flicked, his right hand was as steady as a rock, and he drew down the knife in the mid-air with a pen-like grip.

The knife didn't exist, but Dr. Miyamoto felt as if the sharpness had cut through his chest.

"No, no, no, I dare not underestimate your operation!" Dr. Miyamoto lowered his head again, with his hands hanging on his sides, showing great respect.

As the virtual scalpel slides down, Dr. Fukaya Owada seems to be immersed in the operation.

His hand has changed shape, it is obvious that the chest opening is over and is being bluntly separated.

"Dr. Chu from the Mayo Clinic chose the same surgery as me, and he is my only competitor. If it weren't for Dr. Chu, I wouldn't have to compete in person this year."

"Doctor Chu?" Dr. Miyamoto was startled.

He wondered why Minister Owada didn't pay attention to Zhou Congwen, who was so strong, but Zhou Congwen's defeat, Mayo kid Chu Yuntian.

"The Mayo Clinic is my opponent. Dr. Huang is just a special case, and he is already old. The end of a hero, the end of a beauty, is as beautiful as cherry blossoms. But no one can keep it, this is the rule."

"Minister Owada, please listen to me."

"Doctor Chu is still young, he is the future. If I don't participate in the competition, Xigu is only half sure."

Minister Owada didn't seem to hear Dr. Miyamoto's words, but he talked and performed the operation on his own.

"Teach young people one last lesson that coronary bypass surgery is not what they do."

"Minister!" Dr. Miyamoto raised his voice, interrupting Yamato Fukaya's words.

Suddenly, Owada Fukaya raised his hand, as if a scalpel appeared in his hand at some point, and the blade slid across Dr. Miyamoto's carotid artery.

Blood splattered.

Dr. Miyamoto was taken aback.

"What's wrong?" Owada Shen also continued to indulge in his operation.

"The surgery chosen by Dr. Zhou is small incision one-stop coronary artery bypass surgery."

The "knife" in Owada Fukaya's hand paused for a moment.

"How small is the incision?"

"It is said that it is only 6-7cm."

Silence, silence, death.

After an unknown amount of time, Owada Fukaya gently raised his hand and continued the operation.

"Do you have any idea?"

"Minister, I have students at the Frankfurt University Hospital." Dr. Miyamoto said softly.

As he spoke, he looked up at Owada Fukaya's expression.

Minister Owada closed his eyes slightly, as if his whole body and mind were immersed in the operation, and he didn't listen to what he was saying at all.

Dr. Miyamoto is well aware of the habits of Minister Owada, since there is no objection, it is feasible.

"Your surgery is of a high level, so I shouldn't be too fussy, but make sure nothing goes wrong. I can ask my students to take out the CDs that were mailed to Frankfurt and destroy them, and no one will know about it."

Owada Shen has also finished freeing and began to anastomose the blood vessels.He pressed down the index finger of his right hand deeply, knowing the length and material of the suture line in his hand, and the technique was gentle and skillful.

It's just that he stood alone in front of the window, the afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on his body, as if his heart had burst, and blood spattered all over his body.

Minister Owada did not reply to Dr. Miyamoto's words, as if he did not hear them at all.

"Dr. Huang is a judge this year, but he can't go."

"You know about the Republic of China. Dr. Huang is already working on the front line. I've confirmed that."

Dr. Miyamoto said softly.

"Listen, can you hear the sound of beautiful background music? Surging vitality is flowing under the hands of the surgeon, which is a compliment and praise for perceiving life."

Owada Fuka also said something irrelevant.

"Minister, I'll take my leave first." Dr. Miyamoto understood, he bowed deeply, then turned and went out.

The moment the door closed, Owada Fukaya's hand froze in mid-air, his eyes were deep, staring at the door that had just been closed.

"Only a small incision of 6cm? Can coronary surgery do this?"

After a long time, Owada Shen also muttered to himself in doubt.

At the same time, the right index finger pressed deeply, and in the void, the sound of the anastomotic thread being pulled due to excessive tension came out.

"Crack~"

Chapter 0943

There was an undercurrent, but Zhou Congwen didn't pay too much attention to the World Cardiothoracic Surgery Competition. He inquired about frontline news through his own few channels.

Zhou Congwen was afraid that the situation would get out of control, which would be different from his previous life.

Time passed day by day, operations were performed one after another, and the news from the front line was also within Zhou Congwen's expectations.

As long as there is no problem, it is fine... Zhou Congwen's restless heart gradually eased over time.

Originally, the matter was under Zhou Congwen's control, but this year's special situation came quickly, but it went quite inexplicably.Just because of the limitations of the times, many front-line clinicians were infected.

Compared with what will happen a few years later, this time in front of me is nothing worth mentioning.

Its historical significance lies in the fact that it gave the Republic a certain amount of experience, and the subsequent establishment of fever clinics and the establishment of a routine institutional system have a positive side for the future.

But this is looking at the problem from the shore of the long river of history. Only the devil knows whether the real world will be reversed to a direction that Zhou Congwen himself does not know because of his appearance.

At least with masks and standard protection procedures, front-line medical staff will not be infected so much.

The casualties from the previous life are gone, but if the reality is really changed, the boss will be involved in the end...

Zhou Congwen didn't even know how to describe how he would feel if this happened.