Rebirth 90: I opened a hospital in Shencheng

Chapter 13 My technology is a trade secret!

Snapped.

Nie Chen turned on the light tube of the film reader, and pointed at the CT image on the film reader with the tweezers in his hand.

Sitting in a row on the couch were Zhong Lanlan, Zhong Lanlan's parents, two doctors, Song Dongyang and Wen Zhuangzhi, and Professor Yang Haikun.

Nie Chen briefly described his surgical plan in front of colleagues in the most concise way.

"The core of this plan lies in the double-layer suture?" Dr. Song Dongyang no longer doubted Nie Chen's ability, and studied the surgical plan proposed by Nie Chen with great interest.

After all, Song Dongyang belongs to the facial features surgeon, and the patient Zhong Lanlan had registered with him as early as the early stage of her cyst onset.

Even though Zhong Lanlan's parents made various promises, the surgical plan proposed by Song Dongyang could only be refined on the basis of the existing traditional penetrating suture method.

And Song Dongyang was in the operation plan at that time.The most important one is not to solve it during the operation and leave scars, but to encourage Zhong Lanlan to apply a thicker face foundation after the operation to cover up the surgical scars.

That's why Zhong Lanlan procrastinated and didn't want to hand over her face to Song Dongyang or Dr. Wen from the general surgery department.

"Double-layer stitching is part of the proposal."

Nie Chen looked at Song Dongyang with a smile, and Song Dongyang was flipping through the comparison photo album left for the patients, "But I don't want to visit my operating room."

Song Dongyang and Wen Zhuangzhi were both taken aback.

Song Dongyang's expression was awkward, with a kind of frustration of being rejected and seeing through his mind.

"Can't observe? Medical skills know no borders. Dr. Nie, you are so small." Dr. Wen Zhuangzhi, who had been silent all this time, said to Nie Chen.

Nie Chen didn't answer the two doctors. Of course, he knew that Zhong Lanlan's parents brought the two doctors to the Aihua Clinic to persuade Zhong Lanlan to quit and not to perform surgery at the Aihua Clinic.

Nie Chen, who took the technical route before his rebirth, certainly would not be as soft as a traditional businessman when facing customers.

"I don't accept pointing fingers."

Nie Chen shook his finger and said to Zhong Lanlan's parents, "If you have any doubts about yourself before the operation and perform the operation with a mentality of worrying about gains and losses, then I will refuse to perform the operation for Ms. Zhong."

"Doctor Nie, you misunderstood, we did not doubt your medical skills."

The father of his nervous daughter Zhong Lanlan put down the teacup in his hand, and solemnly explained to Nie Chen, "Parents always make mistakes because of nervous children. If you are anxious, you will be chaotic, and if you are chaotic, you will make mistakes. I am the same... I hope Dr. Nie Forgive me."

To show his sincerity, Zhong Lanlan's father immediately stood up after saying this and invited the two doctors from the People's Hospital brought by him to leave the Aihua Clinic together.

"Nie, Dr. Nie, can I take a pig's trotter?"

Before leaving, Song Dongyang was cheeky and stared at the two pig's trotters in the aluminum basin on the coffee table, "In this way, if I pay 100 yuan for a pig's trotter, you won't suffer, Brother Nie Chen."

At this moment, Zhong Lanlan's father, who was seasoned and well-informed, coveted the new suturing plan presented by Nie Chen as Song Dongyang and Wen Zhuangzhi, the two prominent doctors he had brought over.

Even without hesitating to put down their figure, they cheekily repeatedly expressed their desire to learn this new suture solution.

From the reactions of the two, Zhong Lanlan's father could see that Nie Chen's new surgical plan and his suturing technique on pig's trotters were truly top-notch.

"cough."

Zhong Lanlan's father interrupted Song Dongyang.

"Dr. Song and Dr. Wen, I, Zhong Rongjun, invited me to the Aihua Clinic to test Dr. Nie Chen's level on my own initiative. Now I believe that Dr. Nie Chen is capable of giving the best treatment for my daughter Lanlan's cyst surgery. Since Dr. Nie Chen doesn't welcome fellow doctors to dictate to him in his outpatient clinic, why don't we just do as we please and leave now?"

Zhong Rongjun, the father of Zhong Lanlan, who is a cross-river raptor and used his own ability to earn the first pot of gold in the Special Economic Zone and became a rich generation, made a choice without hesitation after determining the priority.

"The pig's trotters or bananas that we sew up every day have to be cut to get out of this clinic." Chen Chunmei muttered softly.

In front of the mighty Zhong Rongjun, the two doctors Song Dongyang and Wen Zhuangzhi didn't make any extra moves.

After getting up, he said goodbye to Yang Haikun, the Chinese leader of clinical medicine, and Nie Chen with a smile.

Yang Haikun came to Aihua Clinic specifically to discuss the experimental comparison data of that paper with Nie Chen.

After he entered the Aihua clinic and understood the operation plan for Zhong Lanlan that Nie Chen was about to perform, he actually had the same mentality as the two doctors Song Dongyang and Wen Zhuangzhi.

Yang Haikun was also very curious about the overlock continuous mattress suture method in Nie Chen's operation plan, and wanted to block it as soon as possible.

"Xiao Nie, Lao Yang, I have come all the way. Do you have the opportunity to enter the operating room to observe this operation?"

When Zhong Rongjun sent the two doctors away, Yang Haikun took a sip of tea and asked Nie Chen in his not-so-standard Mandarin.

Nie Chen laughed loudly: "Professor Yang, it's not that I don't understand reason, but that the Aihua Clinic has established rules when it was established! Here, look."

Nie Chen pointed to a custom-made iron plate nailed to the wall opposite the operating room.

It says on the iron plate.

[Non-Aihua outpatient staff are not allowed to enter the operating room]

"cough."

Professor Yang Haikun looked around at the brand-new reception area of ​​the outpatient clinic, "I guess your Aihua clinic has not been established for a long time, why did you tell you the aura of breaking the rules since ancient times?"

"The outpatient clinic was opened on May 19th. Although it didn't take long, rules are rules."

Of course, Nie Chen would not easily let any of his colleagues observe his suturing skills up close.

Even Yang Haikun, a professor of clinical medicine at the Faculty of Medicine of Island University of Hong Kong, who is highly respected and can let himself use tiger skin as a banner, cannot let him set foot in the operating room.

After half an hour.

Zhong Lanlan's father, Zhong Rongjun, who went and returned, paid the full medical expenses of [-] yuan in full.

Two big red envelopes were given at the same time. In addition to Nie Chen, the surgeon, Chen Chunmei, who participated in the operation, also received a big red envelope.

Chen Chunmei was at a loss when she received the red envelope. Nie Chen waved his palm to her, indicating that she should accept the red envelope.

Chen Chunmei's cheeks were flushed and her heart was beating fast.

Crack cack cack.

In the operating room, Nie Chen adjusted the distance of the microscope.

Zhong Lanlan, who had undergone local anesthesia on her face, lay on the operating table under the shadowless lamp.

Standing aside, holding an aluminum basin, Chen Chunmei was neatly arranged with scalpels, forceps, vascular forceps, round needles, needle holders, and tissue scissors.

Her heartbeat didn't stop after accepting Zhong Rongjun's big red envelope. ? ?

She took the red envelope, squeezed it lightly, and weighed it.

You know that there are no less than five hundred-yuan bills of the four old men in the red envelope, so you can feel this kind of solidity.

A red envelope of at least five hundred yuan.

It is 25 times the gross profit of her daily revenue from selling tofu in Aihua Market.

This is just the gray income of an operation.

(End of this chapter)