Back to 1999: From operating surgeon to becoming a top doctor

"Xiao Xiao, why don't you continue the operation?"

Wang Jingang suppressed his impatience and asked patiently.

If this was his apprentice who dared to get off the operating table without saying a word, his head would have been blown off by now.

But Xiao Chenguang is different.

He is a highly educated, college student, and his knife is so beautiful that Wang Jingang can't even open his eyes.

He looked at Xiao Chenguang as if he were meeting his first girlfriend, with straight eyes and no concealment of his attitude.

"Director Wang, I just came to the hospital not long ago. I am not qualified to perform a third-level surgery such as laparotomy."

Xiao Chenguang said it straightforwardly, leaving no room for error.

After all, the hospital has hospital regulations. Even if Xiao Chenguang's surgery goes against the grain, he still needs to follow the procedures.

At this stage, he is just a resident who has just come to the general surgery department. He has performed first- and second-level surgeries, cut out the appendix, and repaired a hernia.

But if a laparotomy is performed directly, even if the patient is fine, the facts will probably be confirmed.

Xiao Chenguang has encountered this before. An apprentice performed an operation for his teacher, but someone leaked the information. After the patient's family found out, they went directly to the court.

As a result, the teacher was suspended and his salary was deducted, and the apprentice was even worse, and his medical license was almost revoked.

At this moment, Xiao Chenguang is a man who has long passed the age of being stupid. He knows better than anyone else what he can do and what he cannot do for the time being.

Besides, I just finished quarreling with the anesthesiologist. Even if it was because of the other party's problems, I still had to pay attention.

After all, it's always right to be careful.

"Xiao Xiao, if you didn't remind me, I would have almost forgotten this."

Wang Jingang can be the director of the department, so he naturally understands the reason.

The reason why I didn't mention it just now was mainly because Xiao Chenguang's surgery was so good that he subconsciously classified it as a director level.

Now that I think about it, what Xiao Chenguang said makes sense.

Opening and closing the abdomen allows him to operate, which is allowed by the hospital, but key steps such as exploration and resection must be completed by himself.

After all, there are various risks involved in on-stage surgery. Once something goes wrong, anyone may choose to add insult to injury in order to avoid risks.

"Xiao Xiao is right. I was too anxious. Sorry, I will still do the surgery. Everyone is ready."

After that, Wang Jingang returned to the surgeon's position and glanced at the anesthesiologist at the bedside calmly.

The latter was also a human being and immediately understood what the director meant.

The anesthesiologist was crying, with millions of alpacas racing in his heart.

After all, he is also an employee of the hospital, and he can be seen by everyone without looking down. How could he go out and gossip about others just because of this matter?

What's more, Xiao Chenguang's operation just now has conquered everyone, and now he jumps out and talks nonsense, which is called sick.

However, now it's a done deal, and the anesthesiologist can only swallow this bitter pill alone.

"Xiao Xiao, don't worry. Once this operation is completed, I will apply to the hospital to submit your surgical qualifications."

Wang Jingang was in a good mood at this time. He did not expect that Xiao Chenguang was usually full of smiles and looked carefree, but in fact he was as steady as an old dog.

What he does is even more impeccable, making it impossible to find any flaws.

This talent is simply tailor-made for the field of surgery.

If I were young and had such skills and temperament, I would probably be the fucking dean long ago.

How can I still be at a loss for subject matters now?

Thinking of this, Wang Jingang had a headache. Originally, he just wanted to teach Xiao Chenguang how to use a big knife as soon as possible, so as not to be transferred to another department and be bullied.

But after he saw Xiao Chenguang's ability, he began to feel conflicted.

Why should the talents that I finally poached have to obey the hospital's arrangements and be handed over to others just because of some bullshit trauma details?

Is this fair?

Is there any heavenly principle?

Wang Jingang was indignant, and ripples appeared in his originally silent heart.

"Master, are you ready to open your peritoneum?"

Seeing that Wang Jingang had not moved for a long time on the stage, Zhao Quanshun on the side couldn't help but remind him.

Today he found that Master seemed different from before, a little moody, similar to the early symptoms of Alzheimer's.

Just when Zhao Quanshun was considering whether to wait until he stepped down and ask the doctor on duty at the Department of Neurology to come over and take a look at his master, the latter suddenly glared at him.

"Who asked you to come up?"

Zhao Quanshun was startled, looked down and found that he had instinctively walked to Isuke's position.

He looked at Wang Jingang and then at Xiao Chenguang in the audience, and suddenly felt like crying.

In the past, when Master went on stage for surgery, he was always the first assistant to assist him. Judging from today's posture, his position may not be guaranteed.

Sure enough, Wang Jingang's next words directly verified his concerns.

"Quanshun, I remember that you are on the night shift today, and I called you for surgery in the evening. Don't be overwhelmed. It just so happens that Xiao Xiao is here today, so let him study more. You also happen to be resting aside and passing on your experience. Give it to him."

Wang Jingang also knew that Zhao Quanshun had been following him for so long and had worked hard without any credit, so it was not enough to scold him all the time.

So he found a reason to ask Zhao Quanshun in the audience not to disturb his and Xiao Chenguang's surgery.

Zhao Quanshun was stunned for a while when he heard this. Damn it, when has Master ever been so polite to me?

Is this going to break your own rhythm?

A huge sense of crisis came over me.

"Master...I'm not tired..."

Just as Zhao Quanshun was about to speak, a murderous look shot towards him.

"Well...I'm definitely a little tired."

Zhao Quanshun wanted to cry but had no tears. He looked at Xiao Chenguang who replaced him and came back on stage. He was aggrieved, like a young wife who suddenly fell out of favor.

He was even more resentful in his heart.

Xiao Chenguang was just younger than him, handsome, and good at surgery.

But this does not mean that you are equally good at the auxiliary position.

After all, Zhao Quanshun has worked for many years and has rich experience in hooks. Otherwise, he would not have the confidence to let Xiao Chenguang come to the first assistant position to learn in order to ease the atmosphere at the beginning.

He had seen many clever and talented monsters who were dragged down due to lack of experience and inadequate dissection.

So he did not rush to step down, but stood as the second assistant and waited and watched.

As long as Xiao Chenguang had a little problem, he would have a reason to take over immediately.

However.

When Xiao Chenguang came back on stage, a greater sense of crisis pressed Zhao Quanshun's heart.

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