Excellent hand and heart doctor

Chapter 767 Enthusiastic old expert (for subscription)
Lin Jie found many surgical options in the well-known medical forum "Doctor's Home".

However, after looking at seven or eight proposals with good reviews, Lin Jie shook his head in disappointment.

The few people who wrote the plan either had insufficient or negligent cognition of brain knowledge, or seriously overestimated their own hands-on ability.

Performing the operation according to their plan, Lin Jie thought to himself that the possibility of his success was almost non-existent, or the probability was very small.

He stopped paying attention to these half-bottles of water surgery plans, and began to give one-on-one guidance to students through online videos in his study.

Tang You's surgery is scheduled for this Friday.

Lin Jie needed to recharge his batteries after class on Thursday afternoon, so he moved this one-on-one guidance to today.

This way of individual conversation counseling has been going on for eight months.

With the deepening of mutual understanding and the continuous progress of the students, Lin Jie no longer needs to point out their deficiencies in detail, and plan their study content for the next week in detail.

Now this kind of tutoring method has mainly become a question-and-answer method.

In the first 10 minutes, students raised their doubts this week, and Lin Jie answered them

In the last 5 minutes, Lin Jie mainly asked and the students answered.

In the last 5 minutes, based on the students' questions and the students' answers to their own questions, Lin Jie comprehensively measured the students' knowledge mastery in the previous week, and briefly mentioned a few points about the students' learning priorities for the next week.

This is pointing mode where everything goes well.

If the student's performance does not satisfy Lin Jie, then the student's next week will be miserable.

It is a very happy thing to have four or five hours of sleep every day.

At nearly two o'clock in the afternoon, Lin Jie, who was instructing Lu Xiaoyu, received another call from Yuan Guangxi.

"Expert Lin, do you have time to come to the academy?"

Lin Jie asked worriedly: "Dean, is it something about the operating room?"

"No. You don't need to worry about the operating room. We have very professional teachers in charge of this area. There will definitely be no problems."

After reassuring Lin Jie, Yuan Guangxi continued, "It's like this. Several old experts came from the capital. They want to talk to you about the brain surgery next week."

"Old expert?" Lin Jie was a little puzzled.

Yuan Guangxi introduced: "There are former presidents of the extracerebral field of the Chinese Medical Association, honorary presidents of the Cardiovascular and Cerebrovascular Research Society, and consultants of the National Brain Glioma Research Center."

"In short, these are a few old comrades who have made great contributions in the field of craniocerebral medicine and are now retired."

"They rushed to the school from the capital very enthusiastically, wanting to chat with you."

"This……"

Lin Jie hesitated.

To be honest, he didn't really want to see them.

It's just that they came from the capital for themselves, so it seems embarrassing not to see them.

"Expert Lin..."

Yuan Guangxi persuaded: "The influence of these old experts is not small. Many of the main doctors and researchers in the field of craniocerebral medicine in China are their students."

"Isn't Anlin Hospital still short of a director of brain surgery, maybe they can fall on them."

After he said this, Lin Jie couldn't refuse anymore.

He rushed to the medical school by car, and in the reception room run by the hospital, he saw five hale and healthy men in their 80s and [-]s, with either gray or all white hair.

Yuan Guangxi, who accompanied the five elderly people, introduced Lin Jie.

Zhang Shougang and Wang Xinshui, two former presidents of the Chinese Medical Association in the field of extracerebral areas, Dong Yuezhi, honorary president of the Cardiovascular Research Society, and the last two are consultants Cui Anshun and Peng Naicheng of the National Brain Glioma Research Center.

Behind the five old people stood one or two young people aged seventeen or eighteen.

Obviously, they are the juniors in the family responsible for taking care of the work and life of the elderly.

"Not bad, not bad, not only good-looking, but also capable."

Wang Xinshui looked at Lin Jie with a smile, and said, "You are younger than my grandson, but you have made achievements that even us old guys feel ashamed and convinced."

Lin Jie said humbly and perfunctorily: "The old president is too much, I still have a lot of shortcomings."

"Humility is good, modesty makes people progress."

Dong Yuezhi looked at Lin Jie with a teachable expression, and praised: "Dr. Lin, you are still very young, and you still have a lot of room for improvement. Don't be proud."

"Senior said so." Lin Jie casually agreed.

Dong Yuezhi picked up the teacup, took a sip, and said in a deep voice, "Doctor Lin, it's like this."

"Your competition with that American doctor this time does not only represent you alone. In a sense, you represent our Chinese medical community."

"You have to compare your demeanor, compare your demeanor, and don't let foreigners underestimate us."

Dong Yuezhi pointed to the other four old people, and said, "Although we old guys have been out of the front line for many years and our hands-on ability is constantly declining, we still have a lot of experience and knowledge, and our theoretical level is also good. .”

He chuckled and said, "We have never forgotten to study! We will learn as we live!"

Dong Yuezhi continued to explain: "This time, we came here together, just to check on you, check for gaps and make up for omissions, so as to make your surgical plan to a higher level."

"Doctor Lin, now tell us about your own surgical plan."

Hearing what he said, Lin Jie couldn't help looking at Yuan Guangxi.

It is not impossible to introduce the surgical plan, but are these old people and those young people trustworthy?
If it leaks out, it's not so good.

Just when Lin Jie was hesitating, Cui Anshun suddenly smiled and said, "Old Dong, don't rush to ask Dr. Lin to introduce his operation plan."

"You and Lao Zhang will show their hands first, and talk about the operation plan you have formulated, and let Dr. Lin make a reference, so that you can have a bottom line."

Dong Yuezhi said with some self-restraint: "Old Cui, you made a mistake in saying something. What is a reference?"

"Dr. Lin's level has surpassed ours, and it's not too bad to ask for criticism and correction."

He looked at Zhang Shougang again and asked, "Old Zhang, did you come first, or did I come first?"

Zhang Shougang took a sip of tea methodically, and said slowly, "You should go first."

Dong Yuezhi waved his hand, and the young man standing behind him brought a laptop and a small projector.

After some operations, a surgical plan was projected on a white wall of the reception room.

Looking at the surgical plan with diagrams and text descriptions, Lin Jie always felt a little familiar.

Suddenly, he remembered,

Isn't this the similar plan that I read on the "Doctor's Home" forum in the morning.

Although some revisions have been made to this plan compared to the one on the forum, the idea of ​​the operation is the same, and the most important thing is that there are two omissions in the plan that are exactly the same.

Lin Jie, who originally had some hopes of gaining something, immediately gave up when he saw this surgical plan.

The level reflected in this operation plan is only a little higher than Tian Xiangyu, and compared with Jiang Hao in the affiliated hospital, there is a big distance.

Dong Yuezhi asked with a smile: "Doctor Lin, what do you think of this plan? Is there any merit?"

Since he dared to ask Lin Jie to comment, he would not be polite.

Lin Jie said bluntly, "I'll just say a little bit."

He walked to the projection map, gestured with his fingers and said, "To remove this blood clot above the thalamus, and to enter the knife from the bottom of the left brain, it must pass through here."

"It is very likely that the sensory information conversion center that is squeezed by the blood clot and moved a little bit, and injured here will damage the patient's five senses."

"Going forward with the knife, there is a great possibility that it will injure the patient's brainstem here, causing partial or complete paralysis of the patient."

"Doctor Lin, are you sure?"

Dong Yuezhi shook his head lightly, and said in thought: "Doctor Lin, this plan has been carefully discussed by several of us."

"According to reasoning, the two problems you mentioned should not occur."

He thought for a while, and said confidently: "If you strictly follow the marked surgical route, the possibility of successfully removing this clot is very high, and it will not hurt other major tissues of the brain."

Lin Jie resisted the urge to refute, looked at the diagram again, and thought to himself: "There is a ninety-nine percent possibility that the sensory information conversion center will be damaged in this surgical route."

"The possibility of injuring the brainstem is [-]% to [-]%. The risk is not so high!"

Seeing the self-confidence on the face of the white-haired old man in front of him, and the deeply appreciative expressions of the other four, Lin Jie had no intention of correcting his mistake, and said perfunctorily: "What senior said is true, it is my deviation of thought. "

At this moment, Lin Jie's cell phone rang.

He took out his cell phone and saw that it was An Kemeng's call. His heart moved, and he picked it up immediately, and shouted: "What? What did you find out? It's so serious? Okay, okay, I'll go over right away."

After hanging up the phone, Lin Jie said eagerly, "Seniors, I'm sorry!"

"One of my patients in the affiliated hospital had an accident. I need to rush there. Let's make another appointment!"

After saying this, Lin Jie, who looked anxious, strode out of the reception room before they could respond.

After Lin Jie got into the Phaeton, he called An Ke Meng again and asked, "Ke Meng, what do you want to tell me?"

An Kemeng giggled from the phone, "Brother Jie, did you just use my phone to have a great escape?"

"It's still smart! Tell me, what did you call just now?"

An Kemeng laughed and said, "I sold the copyright, so I am rich. I want to ask you, what gift do you want?"

At this moment, Lin Jie's mobile phone heard a notification that there were other incoming calls, saying: "As long as it is a gift from you, I like it. A new call came in, so I hung up."

After hanging up An Kemeng's phone and connecting the call, Yuan Guangxi's voice rang out, "Expert Lin, the phone you're playing with is not good enough for acting."

"You who are always as calm as water, when did you have such a panic look on your face?"

Lin Jie chuckled, and said indifferently, "I will pay attention next time."

"President Yuan, these old experts, stand in my way and entertain them."

Yuan Guangxi paused, and asked softly, "Expert Lin, is that surgical plan really that bad?"

Lin Jie replied, "That's about the level of the deputy director of the brain surgery department of the affiliated hospital."

Yuan Guangxi let out a sigh, and sighed: "When you get old, although you often exercise your brain, brain atrophy is an irresistible natural law."

"At their age, their memory and thinking level are already much worse than those in their prime."

"Even if you don't obey the old, the laws of nature are irresistible."

He sighed again, and said, "I will treat these old experts well. Expert Lin, I hope you can understand their feelings..."

Lin Jie said seriously: "I understand their concern and enthusiasm."

"This time the surgery is more technical, I will definitely go all out and live up to myself and everyone's expectations."

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