Chapter 1045： conquer

Did this start?

Dr. Smith shook his body, then stood firm, his hands were steady, no longer nervous and worried, thinking about things that didn't exist. He concentrated on his mind and immediately entered the operation state.

However, the hemostatic forceps hit the humeral shaft, which is really painful. Such a thought appeared in his heart.

Puncture, blind selection, stepping on the line, determine the position.

In the voice of the hemostatic forceps, Dr. Smith's skill level is constantly advancing.

After all, it is the world's top interventional bull, and has mastered and understood the key points of the new tips surgery. Coupled with the knocking and correction of the hemostatic forceps, Dr. Smith's progress is visible to the naked eye.

The first operation, done a little slower, took a little forty minutes to finish.

Of course, this is the idea of ​​Zheng Ren, Dr. Smith does not think so.

Taking out the guide wire, he turned to the stage for a moment, and took a look at the time, 40 minutes, my heart could not stop being happy.

This is really mastered the tips surgery!

The rest is to practice constantly.

Surgery, as long as you do more and do it, the gap between you should not be great.

"Pressure to stop bleeding, seize the time." Zheng Ren did not move, said indifferent.

"..." Dr. Smith stunned and immediately realized that if he changed his assistant to the stage, it would seem to delay 30 seconds to 1 minute.

Dr. Zheng looked very honest and communicated better. But on the operating table, it became another person.

Full of majesty and unquestionable, Dr. Smith has no doubt that if he has any doubts, the words that were asked at that time would attract infinite anger and violence.

Even he had an illusion that he felt that his teacher, who had been dead for many years, suddenly came alive. The soul was attached to Dr. Zheng and taught his surgical skills.

The teacher of his own, the temper is not good. It’s not good, it’s just bad.

If you don't obey, it is estimated that you will lie on the ground with one foot. As for the use of hemostatic forceps to fight the bones, he will not do it. He will only drop the hemostatic forceps to his face.

Some of his habits are learned by teachers, and there is "inheritance."

Dr. Smith did not refute and quickly returned. But I did not expect that a solid shoulder pushed him aside.

"Your surgical gown is contaminated, the next one." Zheng Ren went to stop bleeding and do post-operative work.

Dr. Smith stood on one side and was very embarrassed. Is this the silence before the storm? Is it the next operation, will you suffer more blows, and even crit?

Outside the operating room, Su Yun and Fu Guier are chatting. What happened in the operating room has nothing to do with them.

Feng Xuhui was nervously counting the supplies he brought.

Less than thirty sets, this is already the limit.

Moreover, these consumables can be put on the plane, or the director of Kong helps to run the formalities and make temporary filings. If you run on his own, don't think of Mayo for three or five days.

Just 30 sets of consumables, hundreds of thousands of things, it seems not enough.

He can only pray that colleagues outside the sea will take time.

It seems that... I should also have an assistant. Feng Xuhui was nervous about thinking about the West, and suddenly there was such a thought in his mind.

Now I am a long-time gold medal manager, the consumables in my hand, according to this month's calculation, a year's sales breaks 50 million is affirmative.

If with the success of Zheng Boss, the sales of one billion yuan a year are also at your fingertips. As for more, Feng Xuhui’s perception of the world is not for the time being.

Unknowingly, Feng Xuhui himself could not believe that he could become a gold medal manager with an annual sales volume of one hundred million.

Dr. Jack stood in the operating room and looked inside through the lead glass, and was scared to death.

Dr. Zheng looked particularly amiable, humble, and elegant like an aristocrat.

But once on the operating table, even with thick lead plates and leaded glass, Dr. Jack can still feel the suffocating pressure.

Before the surgery, the hemostatic forceps hit the sacral spur of Dr. Smith, who is known for his temper.

When I saw this scene, Dr. Jack’s mind was full of surgery, and he did not have surgery in the operating room.

Although the agreement was signed before surgery, who can think of it is really to use the hemostatic forceps to beat.

Dr. Jack was directly scared.

However, the imaginary fight, the quarrel without doctor's temperament, did not happen at all. Dr. Smith is honestly a small sheep, and under the beat of a hemostatic forceps, surgery begins.

Although the sound of snoring could not be heard, Dr. Jack and other doctors made brain fillings.

It’s scary, and a surgery ends in a trepidation. Everyone was afraid that Dr. Smith couldn't stand it anymore, and the two were full of old punches on the operating table.

From the end to the end, Dr. Smith was very docile and there was no sign of any outbreak.

The image on the screen was fixed, and under the tapping of the hemostatic forceps, the two brackets almost overlapped perfectly, and the operation was successful.

Just want to cheer, Dr. Smith turned to step down in the operating room, stunned, and was immediately smashed...

This time he should be angry, Dr. Jack is very worried.

Once upon a time, once with Dr. Smith, he broke the hemostatic forceps onto the reader because of an operational error.

The harsh sound of the metal colliding with the glass has not been forgotten by Dr. Jack.

Unfortunately, his judgment was once again wrong.

Dr. Smith is like a child who has made a mistake. He holds his hand on his chest and looks at Zheng Ren’s wound in the patient.

What type of situation is this?

The doctors in the operating room looked silly, and no one knew what was going on. Even if they should go in, the doctor who took over Dr. Smith was stupidly standing next to him and watching what he should do, all forgot.

Until the voice of Zheng Ren came out in the talker, everyone guessed that the dream would wake up, rushed in to lift the patient, and sent the next patient.

"The surgery is not well connected." Zheng Ren's words are like hemostasis pliers, whistling, knocking in Dr. Smith's ear.

But this time it hurts not the shin, but the cheek.

Dr. Smith felt that his old face was a bit painful and a bit hot.

This is like the Mayo Clinic in the world, which is even worse than community hospitals! He was a little angry, but Zheng Ren was around. He thought about it. He didn't dare to yell at it. He just looked at the assistant with a bad look and whispered a few words.

Next, everything is normal.

Picking up the patient, surgery, and getting on the right track.

The operation is also done quickly. Dr. Smith is excited like a child. If you are not on the operating table, you must dance and even celebrate with champagne.