The personal doctor of the beautiful president

Now it's about treating illnesses and saving lives, so it's reasonable to say that being handsome or not should not be a point of view.

But the live broadcast is poisonous. No matter what the content of the live broadcast is, as long as everyone watches it together, the first impression is the appearance of the anchor.

No way, it's human nature.

Looking at the reactions of many young people who came to study in the electronic classroom, Zhu Jin felt like he had a lemon in his heart.

This kind of treatment used to belong to him, but now Han Xingye has completely outmatched him.

"Hmph, the mission of a doctor is to treat diseases, not to be a star." He said sourly, and then remembered that Han Xingye was just a part-time doctor, and he had another job, which was indeed a star.

Immediately, the taste of lemon became stronger.

He stared fixedly at the screen, thinking in his heart that once Han Xingye's operation started, he would be able to pick faults as much as he wanted, and let everyone understand that Han Xingye is just a silver-like pewter tip, which is not good for the eyes. middle use.

The hospital sent the strongest lineup to help Han Xingye, and Dean Lin was also on the scene to help out.

After getting ready, Han Xingye made an OK gesture.

The anesthesiologist started immediately and gave the patient general anesthesia.

After the patient was fully anesthetized, Han Xingye picked up the scalpel and officially started the craniotomy.

Zhu Jin watched the live broadcast with the mentality of picking faults, but seeing Han Xingye's skillful operation and lightly opened the skull, he couldn't find any faults.

What surprised him even more was still behind.

Brain surgery places the highest demands on the doctor's skills, because the brain is the most complex part of the human body with the most nerves, requiring absolute precision, and a slight mistake may cause irreparable consequences.

Among other things, the slightest shake of your hand holding the knife could sever a nerve.

In this field, without 20 years of practice, it is impossible to stand on the operating table.

Originally thought that Han Xingye was putting on airs, but after seeing Han Xingye's tricks, Zhu Jin was completely stunned.

"Why is his hand so steady, without any trembling, and every cut is so precise?" He couldn't help muttering to himself, feeling deeply shocked.

Xie Sikai sat next to him, smiled coldly, and said, "It's up to you, how can you understand that he is using internal force to carry the knife."

Zhu Jin was completely dumbfounded, what the hell is his internal strength?

"Take it as a martial arts novel, don't lie to me."

Zhu Jin has studied western medicine for so many years, and even studied in the world's most prestigious medical school. He has never heard of internal strength being required for surgery.

Isn't this something nonsense in novels?

"Frog at the bottom of the well, I told you that you don't understand." Xie Sikai made no secret of his contempt for Zhu Jin: "After drinking foreign ink for a few years, I thought I was invincible in the world. How could I know how old the things left by my ancestors are? mysterious."

Zhu Jin didn't want to believe it in his heart, but seeing Han Xingye's technique, his hands were unsteady, without any trembling, and every knife was extremely precise.

The most frightening thing is that there are many entangled nerves, and his knife is still a little distance away, and it is automatically sorted out.

If you say it's not internal force, it seems hard to explain.

Zhu Jin was made suspicious of life, and he felt that his three views were being subverted.

Isn't medicine a science? Why does it look a bit metaphysical?

Zhu Jin asked himself, if he was the chief surgeon, he would not be able to achieve such an effect.

The other people in the electronic classroom talked a lot with admiration and admiration.

"My God, I've never seen such a technique before."

"I have decided, he is my idol, and one day I will learn this trick."

"Forget it, even if your brain has learned it, your hands will say, no, you haven't learned it yet."

"Such a superb skill must require super talent, and we are destined to only appreciate it."

And those young female doctors looked at Han Xingye on the screen with ecstatic expressions.

"Not only is he handsome, but his skills are also so handsome."

"I've decided, he will be my husband from now on."

"Sword man, draw your sword, our plastic sisterhood is broken."

Zhu Jin heard that a lemon tree had already been planted in his heart, but now he couldn't calm down as before, saying that Han Xingye was a silver-like pewter.

As for finding fault with Han Xingye, don't even think about it.

He should be thankful now that he wasn't the one standing on the operating table, otherwise Han Xingye would make a mistake for him, and he might directly label himself a quack doctor from a world-renowned expert.

"Hey, it's all started to be stitched up. Is the operation done so quickly?"

There was another discussion in the classroom.

On the screen, the director of the hospital's brain surgery department, as Han Xingye's surgical assistant, was suturing the patient's surgical wound.

Brain surgery is quite time-consuming and labor-intensive, especially craniotomy, which usually takes four to five hours to start, because it is too complicated and requires special precision.

Now it's less than 5 minutes since Han Xingye's surgery, and it's over?

What a speed.

If there is a different batch of people in the operating room, everyone will definitely feel that they are messing around, or that the operation has failed.

But now that the lineup in the operating room is so strong, and Dean Lin is personally in charge, it is impossible to mess around.

Even if it fails, it is impossible to sew up the wound without some remedial measures.

And judging from the expressions of everyone in the operating room, they were very relaxed, without any signs of depression, and there was no sign of failure at all.

Since it is not a failure, it can only be a success.

What kind of concept is it to complete a complicated craniotomy in 5 minutes...

"Is this the legendary Hand of God?"

Listening to the doctors' discussion, Xie Sikai said coldly: "The title of Master is too low, don't use it to insult Doctor Han, it's just his routine operation, it's not worth mentioning."

Zhu Jin's face turned blue and white, and felt that his face was about to be smashed.

The title of master hand that he was proud of turned out to be an insult.

But what made him most uncomfortable was that he couldn't refute it.

Theoretically speaking, the sooner the surgery is done, the better, both in terms of damage to the patient and postoperative recovery, are the best, but due to technical reasons, brain surgery cannot be done quickly.

If Zhu Jin is allowed to perform this operation, he may be able to complete the task, but it is absolutely impossible so fast, at least two hours or more.

As for the effect of the operation, it must be incomparable to Han Xingye's.

"Could it be that he's not bragging, he's really better at performing surgery than me?" Such a thought popped up in Zhu Jin's mind, and even he felt terrified.