The Surgeon's Studio

"What's so interesting about hepatectomy?" "Just tell me, how much blood did you lose during the surgery?" director Guo said.

It was common knowledge that the fewer the blood loss, the better the anatomical structure was.

If the blood vessels that needed to be ligated were ligated in advance, the blood loss would be significantly reduced. When it came to liver cancer surgery, especially when it was done by splitting the liver, the bleeding should be around 1000ml, and this was the kind of surgeon who was quite skilled in surgery.

Could boss Zheng's skill level be higher than this? It was also possible. After all, he was a Nobel Prize nominee.

However, the bleeding during the operation would definitely not be less than 800ml.

The director thought about it and was stunned.

'That can't be right. Didn't he win the Nobel Prize for recommending a new surgical method for TIPS?' Why did he start talking about surgery?

"From the livestream, I estimate that the bleeding during the operation will not be more than 50ml." Chief Wang said as he hurried on his way.

"..." The director was stunned for a moment. His first thought was that he had misheard.

"Chief Wang, can you repeat that?" "It's 500ml, right?"the director said.

Even if it was 500 ml of bleeding, it was still not right. How could the liver surgery be completed with only this little blood loss?

"See, you wouldn't believe me even if I told you. I'll find time to send you a video of the operation. 50ml of blood is an overestimation. The 7cm - long tumor was completely cut off. That standard is too hard!"

The director was stunned.

He also had a guess that chief Wang deliberately made the surgical method sound much more difficult.

It was not a liver spine surgery, but a small tumor on the surface of the liver border. It was 1 2 cm. Even a larger tumor would not be able to produce so little blood.

A tumor with a diameter of seven to eight centimeters had to be performed on the liver, and less than 50 ml of blood was lost. Was this something a human would do?

The two of them came to the two religions as they talked.

On the podium of the lecture hall, the teaching equipment had been installed, and the engineer was doing the last test.

"What the ..." The director was shocked."What an advanced game. Are the 912 professors so good at playing now?"

"What do you know?" Chief Wang from the surgery department said in disdain, "It's said that boss Zheng has been hired as a visiting professor for Maio. These are probably Maio's things."

It was easy to spread rumors. People would always find a reason that they believed to explain what they saw.

It was like the projector screen in front of him.

No one knew who chief Wang had heard this from, but he believed it immediately.

It wasn't like he hadn't seen 912's professors before. They all stood on the podium and lectured bit by bit.

Such a Grand display must have something to do with the mayoza.

The Student Union had already arranged the seats. Director Wang sat down and looked at the beautiful girls around him in a daze.

Was this an arranged lecture or an arranged entertainment? Why were these girls all smiling so eagerly or so shyly?

Among the senior professors, the young face was flowing with the vitality and youth.

Men and women were whispering to each other.

The noise echoed in the lecture hall, and the director felt a little uncomfortable.

There were so many students who came to listen to the class today. The director sighed.

Under normal circumstances, only the evening parties held by various departments would be held in the second church. Because this place was too big, no matter whose class it was, the seats would be half empty.

He did not expect that this simple and honest - looking young doctor, who was a Nobel Prize nominee, would be so popular.

'I'll probably be disappointed later,' the director thought.

He did not know what 912 was thinking. 'Isn't the TIPS surgery an interventional surgery? Why did they look for doctors from the Medical Imaging Department to teach anatomy?

He had completely forgotten about liver cancer surgery that chief Wang had mentioned. It was not in his world view at all, and it did not make any sense at all.

Sigh, clinical medicine is really chaotic now, and each generation is worse than the last.

The Department Director put the box containing the colon on the podium and looked at the engineers installing the new equipment. He felt a little disdainful.

This was all a waste of time and couldn't be taken seriously.

In a lecture, the most important thing was to explain in simple terms and be easy to understand.

Moreover, it was a class for the entire Academy, and there were students from all grades, so their ability to accept it was different.

This was a very serious test of the teaching ability of the lecturer.

Even a professional lecturer might not have this ability. How could a clinician who was talking about anatomy understand it?

The director was in disbelief.

The equipment was not bad, and the engineer was actually a foreigner. Just this set of equipment alone would cost at least tens of thousands of Yuan, the director guessed.

It had nothing to do with him. The director just felt that the students waiting for class were a little noisy.

There were too many people, so he didn't want to show his dignity as a teacher and make the students quiet down.

He wanted to let these arrogant doctors know the difficulty of teaching. He glanced at the crowded lecture hall, and a gloating emotion emerged in his heart.

How powerful must he be to dare to teach in Class 2? He chuckled and casually found a front row seat to sit down.

The director felt a little bored as he looked at the engineer who was the last to adjust the equipment.

All of a sudden, the noise in the classroom became softer.

Like a plague spreading, the sound became smaller like a wave, but it didn't completely disappear.

The students muttered softly, their voices sounding like the wind blowing through the weeds.

The director turned around and saw the director of the Student Affairs Department and director ye of the 912 Medical Affairs Department standing behind them. They seemed to be talking about something.

He didn't rush to flatter the director of the Student Affairs Department. They were in charge of the students, not the teachers.

However, he had to show some respect to the officers at the current level. It didn't seem appropriate for him to sit in the first row.

The director moved to the second row and sat down firmly.

He looked at the young face at the side of the podium, who was observing the cadaver's intestinal specimen, and was a little confused.

It was one thing to have the support of the clinical Director of 912. With director ye's support, the meaning behind it seemed to be even more different.

Whose child was this? why did 912 put in all their effort to support him?

When he thought of this, the director was envious, but at the same time, he felt even more disdainful.

Had clinical medicine degenerated to such a state?

That was a hospital, a place that relied on skills to make a living! 'He's just flattering me like this. Does he want to change his clinical department and then become The Hospital Leader of 912?'

At this age, he was a little too young.

The cadaver's intestines might really be ruined today. The director sighed in his heart.

The buzzing in their ears was really annoying. When could the class start? The director took out his phone and looked at the time. There were still five minutes left.

At this time, he was particularly looking forward to the teaching to start and end as soon as possible. As for how the young doctor Zheng would embarrass himself, the director of state was not even looking forward to it.

It was completely meaningless. He had already seen through the truth!

The truth was that Yingluo must be someone's child. Otherwise, 912 wouldn't have sent out the hospital administration Department ...

Just as he thought of this, the originally quiet classroom suddenly became noisy.