godfather of surgery

Chapter 301
At the end of the operation, the anesthetic was appropriate, and Guo Jingyao resumed breathing spontaneously.

The anesthesia and the rhythm of the operation were in perfect harmony. The fat man held the suction device to clear the respiratory secretions, and decisively extubated the patient offline. Guo Jingyao slowly woke up.

"Where is this? Why is there so much light everywhere?" Guo Jingyao woke up, and immediately grabbed the fat man with his hand that had just been released.

The fat man knew that he was a little confused, so he patted him on the shoulder: "Don't worry, this is the operating room. The operation is done and it's a success! It's the operating light. If you stare at it, of course it's dazzling."

Guo Jingyao's eyes rolled slowly a few times, and he blinked, but he still didn't seem to be awake, and he didn't let go of the fat man's hand.

"Doctor Yang! Where's Dr. Yang?" He finally remembered that he was on the operating table, and he still remembered that Dr. Yang was the chief surgeon.

Yang Ping came over, touched Guo Jingyao's forehead, and said with a smile, "Don't worry, the operation was a success."

"Thank you!" Guo Jingyao stared at Yang Ping for a full dozen seconds, kicked the operating bed a few times, and then let go of the fat man's hand.

"You're welcome, go back to the ward now." Yang Ping understood Guo Jingyao's weird behavior.

Some patients, waking up from the operating table, feel that they have walked through the gate of hell, as if they have passed away, and they cannot be calm for a long time.

Guo Jingyao was pushed out of the operating room, Yang Ping took off his surgical gown and gloves, and Dr. Lin assisted him.Yang Ping threw the glove into the trash can, and Dr. Lin immediately shook hands to express his gratitude, and the operation was very successful.

After some operations, you can sleep with peace of mind, but after some operations, you are worried and can't sleep.

We are all surgeons, and we all feel the same way. The patient’s condition is the most worrying thing every day. Every time we worry about it, a few gray hairs will be added. Over time, gray hairs will grow on the head early.

If someone does a transnational multi-center study to study the correlation between gray hair and doctor's qualifications, the growth rate of gray hair of Chinese doctors must be the fastest in the world, far ahead of other countries.

Of course, Yang Ping is considered an outlier, and he still maintains a head of black and thick hair. If the white hair-qualification formula is used to infer him, he should still be a medical student who has just entered the school.

In the first transnational operation, Yang Ping was very satisfied with the performance of the team. Everyone made rapid progress, and the freezing three feet did not happen overnight. This is the result of everyone's daily accumulation.

This operation not only tested the team's strength, but also enhanced the team's confidence. Only by constantly contacting the outside world and communicating with the outside world can we truly lead.

The automatic sensor doors opened one by one, and the Chinese doctor team walked out of the operating room from the restricted area to the semi-restricted area.

"Doctor Yang, please!"

"Doctor Song, please!"

"Doctor Zhang, Doctor Lu please!"

"Nurse Su, Nurse Zhou, please!"

"Doctor Liang, please!"

Gleneagles Hospital was very attentive and did not miss anyone's name. The chief surgeon, assistants, nurses, and anesthesiologists all arranged special personnel to accompany them.

Zhang Lin and Xiao Wu followed behind the team. Zhang Lin swaggered, with a serious expression, his chest straightened as much as possible, and his shoulders were pulled back hard. In order to get out of the momentum, he could only sacrifice comfort.

"Relax, we're going out on the same side!" Xiao Wu gently reminded.

Zhang Lin ignored it: "Be old and steady, show an international style, don't be like usual, just play around."

But when he saw it himself, he was indeed walking on the same side, and his hands and feet were walking on the same side at the same time. No matter how he adjusted, he couldn't correct it. It was embarrassing, and no one should have seen it. He puffed up his chest and continued walking.

Tang Fei and Qi Yanan were waiting in the viewing area. When they saw the team appearing at the main entrance of the viewing area, they immediately went up to greet them and handed over mineral water.

Lao Cheng took the first step, unscrewed the cap of a bottle of Shibisheng mineral water, and handed it over in time. Yang Ping took a sip and felt very refreshed.

The doctors immediately gathered around, scrambling to be the first, asking various questions, and the atmosphere was very hot.

"Dr. Yang just finished the operation, let him take a rest, drink a sip of water, and then answer everyone's questions, is that okay?" Dr. Huang gestured and explained to everyone.

In the viewing area of ​​the operating room, take a short rest, answer the questions of the doctors, and then go to the hotel to eat Chinese food, Chinese food is still a buffet.In the evening, Dr. Huang arranged a dinner and invited many Chinese doctors to accompany him.

During the buffet, Milton kept a proper distance from Yang Ping. The cunning British wanted to ask for Yang Ping's WeChat, but he was afraid of letting August know, so he was always looking for the best opportunity.

Milton’s plan is very precise. It’s best to go to the bathroom like a chef, quietly and without anyone noticing, get WeChat in his hand, and then invite him to perform surgery with a flying knife. In this way, he has a chance to break through the technical bottleneck , ahead of the Germans.

Milton squeezed to Yang Ping's table with a plate, and August also leaned over. Milton followed Yang Ping to pour drinks, and August followed, but there was no gap.

Yang Ping had no time to talk to Milton and August, and was chatting happily with Dr. Lin and Dr. Huang. Milton had a plan and decided to retreat.

"Old man, let's go to the side and have a few drinks, and come back when Dr. Yang is free?" Milton suggested.

Based on the current situation, August believed that always sticking to Dr. Yang would make Dr. Yang feel annoying, so he agreed with Milton: "Good idea."

So the two sat down at the table next to them, poured several glasses of different drinks, and began to exchange glasses. Although there were big differences, their friendship lasted forever.

"Dr. Yang, if you don't mind, we can establish a long-term cooperative relationship in the future. Singapore General Hospital and more than a dozen hospitals under the Parkway Group all hope to cooperate with you?" Dr. Lin sincerely extended the invitation.

In the orthopedics department of the Singapore General Hospital, Dr. Lim has the final say.On the Parkway Group, the boss, Mr. Chen, is a good friend of Dr. Lin, and Dr. Lin's opinion was easily accepted.

Singapore General Hospital is the hospital with the highest medical level in Southeast Asia, and Parkway Group is the largest high-end private hospital group in Asia, and now they are opening their doors to Yang Ping.

Expanding the radiation range of his medical skills can save more people. Yang Ping wished for it, and readily agreed: "In the future, we can cooperate in both clinical and scientific research."

"Yes, we will cooperate in the future. Thanks to Mr. Zhu. If it weren't for Mr. Zhu's efforts, how could we know Dr. Yang? There was a small episode in the middle. I am very sorry." Dr. Huang recalled the meeting before the meeting Interlude, quite embarrassing.

"It's just a misunderstanding—" Director Zhu laughed.

Milton and August are now toasting with fruit juice. The two old guys are very excited, and you come and go. Although the juice does not contain alcohol, the final metabolites will accumulate in the bladder.

"I gotta go relax, old man." August shook his head and drank the juice.

Milton held back his uncomfortable bladder, pretending to be relaxed and said: "Go, I'll wait for you."

Watching August going to the bathroom, Milton smiled, and he immediately transferred to Yang Ping, ignoring the gentleman's etiquette, and cut straight to the point: "Dr. Yang, I am Milton from the Royal Orthopedic Hospital. Interested, can we cooperate? Backed by Cambridge University, we have very strong scientific research strength, and many equipments are unique in the world.”

Milton immediately extended his hand, and Yang Ping shook hands with him. He still had an impression of this British man, who was in a hurry to catch a plane.

"Can we add a WeChat? I'll scan you?" Milton suddenly asked.

While he was talking, he glanced at the door of the hall from the corner of his eye. It was the only way to go to and from the bathroom. Milton's expression was the same as that of an agent secretly opening a safe, and it had to be completed within a time limit.

Yang Ping was startled for a moment. He actually used WeChat, took out his mobile phone and showed the QR code. Milton scanned the code while talking to himself: In the upper right corner, scan and add friends——
Ok!It was successful, and Milton was as happy as a child. He glanced at the door of the hall and immediately greeted Yang Ping: "I am sincere and sincere, and wechat chat when I have time—"

He hurried back to his seat, pretending nothing happened, and waited leisurely for the old man to continue to drink juice. The important matter was finally done. He turned on his mobile phone and saw that Yang Ping had passed the verification, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Milton, you are so lucky!" Milton praised himself.

August came in from outside the hall with a relaxed expression on his face. Only then did Milton realize that his bladder could no longer hold up. In order to pour the old man into the bathroom, he tried his best. If you drop it, it will also leave some hidden dangers, such as decreased bladder tension, resulting in residual urine.

"I have to go and relax, buddy. Wait for me here. We have to have a good chat. We are usually separated by a strait, and it is rare to sit together." Milton told August.

The straightforward German looked in Yang Ping's direction, thinking that he had to do something, but he didn't think of it for a while, yes, he should chat with Dr. Yang, and it would be best to ask for his contact information.

Just as August was about to get up, Milton came back and stroked his belly: "Old man, do you want to ask for a phone?"

"Yes!" August did not hide.

"You don't understand Chinese culture. There are some rules when dealing with Chinese people. For example, you can't ask people for their contact information when you meet them for the first time. People will treat you as a liar and ignore you next time." Milton said it was true. .

"Yes, I can guarantee that if you ask rashly, Dr. Yang will prejudice you in the future." Milton added.

August sat down. He really didn't understand Chinese culture. He was not sure if there was such a social taboo. Strict Germans would not trust others' words, even old buddies.

He decided to have a chance to ask Dr. Lin, or ask the Chinese chef. August wondered: When did Milton study Chinese culture, he had doubts about it.

From Milton's expression, this guy seems to be hiding something. After dealing with him for decades, August's intuition is not wrong. Why does he feel like he is being plotted against?

August picked up the phone: "Marcus, come here!"

(End of this chapter)