Doctor of Healing

Under Ling Tian's gaze, Ji Xiang twisted the micro-guide wire in his hand to continue the super-selection.

etc.

he!
he! !

He wants to super-select the next level of blood vessels!
Ling Tian's eyes widened, a streak of blood crawled and spread rapidly on the eyeball.

The super-selection of grade 4 blood vessels is already at the forbidden level, and there are only three-digit doctors in the country who can do this.

And it is said that it can be done. Some people can finish it in half an hour, and some people have to go through many super selections in 3-4 hours and then "fool" into it once.

The gap between what can be done and what can be done is huge.

But even Ling Tian never thought that a super-selection could be performed under a level 4 blood vessel.

As the guide wire rebounded at a narrow right-angle bend using the force of the collision of the blood vessel wall, and the guide wire entered the right-angle bend, another streak of blood appeared in Ling Tian's eyes.

The bloodshot spread, and it seemed that his eyes turned red in an instant.

The pupils were flooded with blood, and the blood pressure was so high that it would burst out from the top of the head anytime and anywhere.The veins on the forehead swelled, beating with the heartbeat.

Ling Tian didn't notice the changes in his body, he stared at the screen intently, wondering if it was because of the increase in blood pressure, his face was a little red.

This operation in front of him made Ling Tian more uncomfortable than Ji Xiang pointing his nose and scolding him in front of many industry experts.

The latter is a battle in academia, while the former is a difference in ability.

It is an extremely shameful thing for a doctor to admit that he is not good enough, let alone a doctor of Ling Tian's level.

Ji Xiang's surgery is indeed very strong, but Ling Tian didn't expect it to be so strong.

A pair of invisible hands pinched Ling Tian's throat, making it very difficult for him to even breathe.

And those hands are Jixiang's technical level.

His boss wants to accept Ji Xiang as a closed disciple. In the past, Ling Tian thought it was Ji Xiang's blessing. Being rejected by him and even disputes in the academy were self-destructive.

Even when watching the last episode of the program a few days ago, Ling Tian felt like quitting, and he thought so.

But now Ji Xiang’s technical means displayed in the program quietly told Ling Tian that Boss Qin’s invitation was wishful thinking, and he was climbing a high branch.

It's just that Gao Zhi was unwilling, so there was a later story.

This was a nonsensical idea that I didn't dare to think about before, but in the face of Jixiang's meticulous super selection, all this has become a reality.

As if all the strength in Ling Tian's body was sucked away invisible, he sat slumped on the chair, staring at the dark ceiling with no expression on his face.

The lights in the office were turned off, and the lights and shadows on the phone screen were flickering, very much like Ling Tian's mood at this time.

The joys and sorrows of human beings are never in common.

Ling Tian finally knew the answer that he couldn't figure out.

It was clear that it was a great opportunity, but why did Jixiang give up without hesitation, even standing on the opposite side of the boss.

It turned out that his technical level had already reached its peak.

hard to imagine,

hard to believe,

But Jixiang presents all this to everyone in an unimaginable way.

Laymen watch the fun,
Only an expert like Ling Tian can see the way.

His heart was cold, his hands were shaking, and he couldn't control it.

……

……

"How is it?" Meng Qingfei rushed back to the duty room after dealing with an emergency patient.

The emergency physician's class today is very good, nothing to do, he said with a smile, "The director over there has finished the operation, let your baby Ji Xiang learn to operate."

Ji Xiang...

God damn big baby...

Meng Qingfei almost sprayed the emergency doctor's face with a mouthful of old blood.

However, he didn't dwell on this point, and said suspiciously, "Learning to operate? What operation?"

"I don't understand." The emergency physician said frankly.

Interventional surgery is considered an unpopular department even in a tertiary hospital, and it is shameful to not understand it.

Meng Qingfei stared intently at the screen, and a few seconds later raised his hand and slapped the emergency physician on the back.

"What are you talking about!"

"what happened?"

"..." Meng Qingfei didn't know how to explain for a moment.

The words were too long and too shocking, so Meng Qingfei fell silent.

He knew that Jixiang was very capable and powerful, and whether it was a small suture or some weird treatment, such as cavernous body puncture, Jixiang could make a difference with his clinical experience that he did not know where he got.

But Meng Qingfei never expected Ji Xiang to be so strong.

The re-selection after level 4 blood vessels is equivalent to making a huge step forward. Is Ji Xiang crazy? Does he want to step on his left foot and then soar in the daytime? !

……

……

Zhao Tianjiao couldn't understand interventional surgery, and thought that Ji Xiang got a chance to try it at the request of the program team.

However, when the guide wire hit the right-angled branch of the arteriole, the super-selection was successful, and there was a crisp cracking sound.

The old man threw the teacup on the ground, the teacup was torn apart, and the hot steam of the tea rose densely.

To be precise, it was not a fall, but the unconscious hands were weak, and the teacup fell to the ground.

"Dad..." Zhao Tianjiao called out.

Dean Zhao didn't move at all, as if the broken teacup didn't happen to him at all, his eyes were fixed on the screen.

"Dad!" Zhao Tianjiao raised his voice and shouted again.

Director Zhao still didn't move, until the whole process of embolism and angiography was completed, he leaned on the sofa and closed his eyes, as if he was very tired.

"Dad, what's the matter?" Zhao Tianjiao asked while cleaning up the mess with his mother.

"You don't understand."

"What do you understand?" Zhao Tianjiao asked blankly.

"Many years ago, the first batch of people who performed interventional surgery in our hospital were called Wang Gang." Director Zhao's tone was calm, and he said lightly, "I also met a similar patient that year. bleeding."

"At that time, the family members of the patient begged to try it. No matter what method, as long as there was hope, they didn't want to give up. The patient's hemoglobin had dropped to 45g. If it continued like this, even if he died without bleeding, he would still have DIC."

"No one dared to do destructive surgery. Wang Gang did not know why he had the surgery. The embolism was successful, and the general surgery department opened... At that time, it was still called general surgery, and there was no division."

Dean Zhao made a digression and continued, "The director of general surgery came on stage and cut nearly 80cm of intestine. The patient did stop the bleeding, but he died within a few days after the operation."

"The patient's family has filed a complaint?" Zhao Tianjiao asked.

"How can there be so many unreasonable family members of patients, most of them are still reasonable, and the family members of the patients are grateful after the death.

But Wang Gang couldn't accept this fact. He told me that his technical level was not enough, which led to the removal of more intestines, and the patient died because he couldn't bear the shock of the operation. "

"..." Zhao Tianjiao was taken aback, not knowing why the old man said this.