Doctor of Healing

Chapter 364
"Deng Chaohong, do you really think your surgery is better than mine?" Xue Hengsensen asked.

He has doubts, but as a top performer, Xue Heng has a deep understanding of himself and the industry.

It is no exaggeration to say that my attainment in sports medicine is definitely among the top five in the country. Although Deng Chaohong's level is not low, he has no way to compare with himself.

It is estimated that Deng Chaohong is stern and soft, and is putting pressure on himself to the limit. If he is cowarded under pressure at this time, he will be laughed at by Deng Chaohong for the rest of his life.

"Look, let me see how far your surgery has progressed." Xue Heng said.

"Hehe, Senior Brother Xue, forget it." Deng Chaohong said with a smile, "You still have to catch a plane, so don't delay your return to the imperial capital."

This time, Xue Heng was even more sure that Deng Chaohong was lying to him. With confidence in his heart, Xue Heng grabbed Deng Chaohong.

"Deng Chaohong, your surgical skills have not improved, and you have played with these crooked ways! No, even if I don't go back to the imperial capital, I have to see how far your surgery has improved over the years."

"You show the classroom, let me see your operation!"

Deng Chaohong was just a little embarrassed, worried that it would be embarrassing if Ji Xiang accidentally touched and exposed him.

But Xue Heng was determined that his surgery was not as good as him, so Deng Chaohong went to get the storage device of the arthroscope, and did not leave the operating room, but directly borrowed the demonstration classroom of the operating room to start playing the surgery video.

"What is broken classroom, your economy is not good here, and the equipment in the operating room is also bad." Xue Heng said contemptuously when he asked if he could not play the operation video on two screens.

"It's okay to broadcast one operation after another." Deng Chaohong took the time to call Ji Xiang, knowing that Ji Xiang was busy in the ward, he was relieved.

Both are full of confidence,
Both believed they could win,
The two know each other well, and both think that the other's operation is rubbish.

This weird scene made Tang Yan feel amused.

The anesthesiologists and nurses in the operating room knew who Deng Chaohong was. He usually didn't bother to use other people's operations to increase his status.

But Professor Xue Hengxue from the imperial capital is really annoying. Tang Yan didn't expose Deng Chaohong's little tricks, and watched the surgery broadcast with a smile.

The operation process in the memory card was displayed on the screen, starting from the arthroscopic entry into the joint cavity, Xue Heng glanced at it, and was sure that Deng Chaohong's operation was more difficult than his own, and suddenly became puzzled.

But in the blink of an eye, he snorted coldly, "Deng Chaohong, did you end the operation just by fooling around?"

"No, the operation was very successful."

"Hehe." Xue Heng sneered, he had already sketched out Deng Chaohong's operation process in his mind, and found "Seven Inch", ready to give Deng Chaohong a fatal blow when the time came.

At the beginning of the operation, dissociate and find the position of the thread knot, and determine the hyperplasia and deformation caused by the impact of the thread knot.

Cut the knot and prepare to clean the hyperplastic bursa.

At this time, the operation process froze for a moment, as if the surgeon was hesitating about what to do next.

Xue Heng laughed and stood up to suspend the operation.

"Brother Xue, what are you doing?" Deng Chaohong asked.

"Here." Xue Heng stood on the stage, looked for it, found that there was no laser pointer, and complained a few more words, pointing on the image with his hand.

"There are bursae in the subacromial bursa and the front, back, and outside of the deltoid. You are not good enough, so you must be lazy and only clean the subacromial bursa without doing an extended cleaning."

"I read in the medical records that the patient is an athlete. Do you think you are responsible for doing this? An athlete still has bursa left untreated in the front, back, and outside of the deltoid after surgery. Although his daily life is not affected, But careers are ruined."

Speaking of this, Xue Heng looked directly at Deng Chaohong, and asked sensibly, "Deng Chaohong, feel your conscience and say, do you have a clear conscience for the next operation?"

Deng Chaohong was slightly ashamed and angry. Xue Heng's words were extremely sharp and unacceptable.

Indeed, if he performed the operation himself, the next operation steps would be as described by Xue Heng, and he would definitely not be able to clean the front, back, and lateral bursa of the deltoid muscle.

That has exceeded my own surgical ability.

but!

Xue Heng pointed to his nose and blamed the incident on his conscience, his heart was damnable.

Deng Chaohong quickly suppressed the emotion of being humiliated. After all, the next operation was performed by Ji Xiang. In his opinion, it was a world-class operation.

Xue Heng, it's not enough to watch.

"Senior Brother Xue, have you finished guessing? Continue with the operation." Deng Chaohong said lightly.

"I got it right." Xue Heng said proudly, and then clicked to continue playing the operation.

He didn't go back and sit down to watch the operation quietly, but took out the air of a superior doctor, ready to suspend the operation at any time, explain and attack.

however

When Xue Heng saw that only the radio frequency vaporizer entered the joint cavity and began to bluntly separate the hyperplastic bursa, he was completely stunned.

Only using a radio frequency vaporizer without hemostasis equipment, what a naive approach!
Under normal circumstances, this kind of operation does not exist at all!
But Deng Chaohong was right in front of him, and he was the one who proposed to watch the operation. Could it be...

A thought appeared in Xue Heng's mind that he himself did not believe no matter what - the operation had surpassed himself by one or two levels, and Deng Chaohong's blunt separation had reached perfection, and he was confident that he would not bleed.

This is impossible!

Totally impossible! !

Xue Heng stared blankly at the operation process.

Time passed by every minute and every second. In the picture, the radio frequency gasification device seemed to be a part of the operator's body. It was pressed or pulled, turning around as desired, and the subacromial bursa was dissociated.

Before he knew it, Xue Heng's mouth opened wide, as if he had two eggs in his mouth, and he couldn't close it.

Judging from the procedure of bluntly separating the subacromial bursa with the radio frequency vaporizer, Deng Chaohong's operation is really better than his own!
Xue Heng wanted to turn around and leave, don't continue to be ashamed.But even though he thought so in his heart, his feet seemed to be nailed to the ground, motionless.

The operation process just seen is pleasing to the eye, and in Xue Heng's view, it is a work of art.

So what about the next surgery?
Xue Heng watched intently.

The surgeon did not only dissociate the subacromial bursa as Xue Heng guessed just now, the radio frequency vaporizer continued to dissociate the bursa near the deltoid muscle.

Expand cleaning!

Although it can be guessed just by looking at the dissociation of the bursa under the shoulder, Xue Heng was still inexplicably surprised.

Everyone knows that extended dissection is good for patients, but the mainstream voice in the academic circle still does not recognize this, because the operation is extremely difficult.

Is Deng Chaohong already so strong!
Sitting under the stage, Deng Chaohong's body was straight, sitting in a military posture as if in military training, and his eyes were fixed on the screen.

Although he witnessed all this with his own eyes, looking back now, he was still immersed in it, unable to extricate himself.

(End of this chapter)