I'm really an intern

Chapter 277 A method of ligation of ruptured blood vessels under a field-free gastroscope based on the principle of fluid mechanics

Song Changkong walked two steps faster, and when he got close to Zhang Tianyang, the ballpoint pen still didn't stop.

Zhang Tianyang didn't mean to avoid him either.

The notebook is a newly opened page, with a paragraph of text enclosed in the title of the book on the top.

Song Changkong glanced at it for a while, and found that it was: "A technique for ligation of ruptured blood vessels under a field-of-sight gastroscope based on the principle of fluid mechanics"

what is this?

Song Changkong was slightly taken aback.

Is it the literature that Zhang Tianyang is reading recently?Or the subject he is working on recently?

Song Changkong felt that the latter was more likely.

After all, things like fluid mechanics and gastroscopes are completely irreconcilable, but they can be tied together.

That must be a new project.

And that no vision.

Any surgery and operation requires vision, and the clearer the vision, the less difficult the operation will be.

For many surgeons, it would be easier for them to disembowel the patient.

Because everything can be seen at a glance.

However, due to the postoperative recovery of patients and even aesthetic problems, they are often forced to make the incision as small as possible, or simply use laparoscopic surgery.

The sequelae are small, but the field of view is also small, and the difficulty will increase.

It may take only three hours to open the belly and suture it, but it may take eight hours to do it with a laparoscope.

However, vision is still required.

For a surgery that can be done without vision, the surgeons are all geniuses, and the difficulty of the surgery itself should not be too high.

Is it possible that you can still cut the liver, gallbladder, spleen, lung and kidney without vision?

Hemorrhage teaches you how to be a man in minutes.

After glancing at it, Song Changkong stopped looking.

On the one hand, if this is Zhang Tianyang's subject, it won't look good.

On the other hand, he really felt that Zhang Tianyang's visionlessness was messing around.

But no matter what he feels in his heart, it won't show on the surface.

After quietly waiting beside Zhang Tianyang for a while, he found that he was still concentrating on writing something. Song Changkong looked around and found that the iron stool next to the elevator was already full of family members.

Then he went to the office of the Department of Respiratory Medicine and "borrowed" a small bench.

"Sit down and write?"

Zhang Tianyang came back to his senses, looked at him apologetically, then sat down on the spot as he said, and continued to write something in his notebook.

And Song Changkong was not bothered, he just stood by Zhang Tianyang's side.

The flow of people in the respiratory department is not small, and it is almost time to eat. Family members come and go, the aunts who deliver the meals are chattering and drinking, and the lunch boxes and spoons collide with each other.

Amidst all the noise, Zhang Tianyang sat quietly on the spot, making plans seriously.

Many people who came and went became interested in this strange white coat, including the family members of the patients, the aunts and uncles of the nurses who walked back and forth, and the little nurses who were occasionally idle.

There are even a few who want to take out their mobile phones to take a picture as a souvenir.

But Song Changkong turned into a security guard and persuaded them to come down.

As time went by, there were more and more handwriting on the notebook.

Maybe it was because seeing Song Changkong studying hard today, and thinking of so many doctors who are studying in school, he felt something in his heart.

Maybe there was such a vague idea buried in the bottom of my heart, but I just didn't have the chance to implement it.

Or maybe it was the experience of "teaching" two fanboys and girls that made him feel something.

In short, he always felt that this kind of gastroscopy technology can only be used by him with super eyesight, and there is no need to expand it.

But now I want to try it out.

Thinking about it, the bronchoscopic experience at Dongfang Hospital was of great significance to Song Changkong.

Then, isn't my own gastroscopy technology not important to the Department of Gastroenterology of Dongfang Hospital and the patients who may be rescued by this technology in the future?

Rather than expecting that all doctors can have the same system as him, which is unrealistic, why not try whether this gastroscopy technology can be promoted?

The paper successfully published in the Journal of Oriental Medical University gave him hope.

If your eyesight is not enough, you can use tools to make up for it.

For example, a screen with increased resolution, such as a more sensitive lens that can capture dynamic images, such as real-time playback?

Before that, however, many steps are required.

Such as screening of patients, training of physicians, combined application of principles of fluid mechanics, and various promotions

Qiu Ming thought that he had completed the task of "inviting Junior Brother Zhang to the Department of Gastroenterology for gastroscopy", and the chief director of the Department of Gastroenterology thought that Zhang Tianyang was following his plan.

But none of them actually knew that Zhang Tianyang had already considered the ultimate goal on his "strategy flow chart".

And what Zhang Tianyang thinks about is even more long-term.

If it can be successfully implemented, it will not affect the Department of Gastroenterology of Dongfang Hospital.

It wasn't until more than a dozen pages of notebooks were densely filled with handwriting that Zhang Tianyang stopped writing, and then sighed.

Flipping through the "plan" he wrote, he shook his head.

This is currently the highest point he feels that he can push forward with his ability, and things after that are not within the scope of his plan.

The surrounding noises gradually reappeared in my ears.

Zhang Tianyang looked up, only to find that there were strange eyes all around him.

Beside him, Song Changkong was looking at his phone while moving his numb legs.

Looking at the time, more than half an hour has passed.

Song Changkong has been waiting for him?

Zhang Tianyang felt a little embarrassed for a moment, stood up quickly, and found that his legs were also a little numb.

Then it was discovered that Song Changkong didn't even have a chair

Mom!

I actually let a 40-year-old doctor wait for me for so long.

Looking at Song Changkong's slightly pale temples, and his occasional hands beating on his waist, Zhang Tianyang felt so guilty.

"I'm sorry, Teacher Song, to keep you waiting for so long."

After thinking about it, he decided to make compensation.

"Teacher Song, in order to express my apology, let me treat you to dinner!"

"Okay."

Song Changkong smiled, "I just happened to be hungry too, how about it, do you have any recommendations for delicious restaurants nearby?"

After receiving Zhang Tianyang's negative reply, Song Changkong smiled naturally, "Are there any taboos? If not, I'll take you to one. The one I found recently tastes pretty good."

"Okay."

Zhang Tianyang laughed.

Song Changkong, an old doctor, is actually quite interesting.

Although he is sophisticated, he always makes people feel very kind. Even if he has his own purpose, he is not as fruitless as others.

I feel like I can be a year-end friend in the future.

This feeling is even more obvious when you sit in the small and cozy storefront and watch the food tumbling in the hot pot.

Song Changkong had a lot to talk about.

After all, he has lived many years longer than Zhang Tianyang, so it is very interesting to talk about the interesting people, interesting things, and interesting illnesses he met before.

Unknowingly, the topic turned to "ideal".

This seems to be where all long exchanges end up.

"What is your ideal?"

　There should be another chapter later

　　

　

(End of this chapter)