"This is the feel." Huang Lao ignored the surprise of others, but continued to explain, "This is more difficult, no matter how much I talk about, you don't know what I'm talking about. Feel the feel, and then try to peel it off. Remember Shen Lang, you must stop when I say stop."

"Why?" Shen Lang asked again "recklessly".

"Because if you use too much force, you may tear the patient's intestines." Huang Lao patiently explained, kindly, "I want you to come up to feel and leave an impression, so that you can cure diseases and save lives in the future, not let you come up to cause damage .”

"Hey." Shen Lang smiled, following the strength of Huang Lao's hand, he sent his hand into the patient's abdominal cavity.

"Use some force." Huang Lao said, "First touch the intestine, then touch the adhesion, and then try to dissociate."

Shen Lang followed what Huang Lao said, and within 3 seconds, Huang Lao said, "Stop!"

"Old Huang, I have a feeling." Shen Lang said.

"Remember, this feeling needs to deepen the impression. Go down and change to another one." Huang Lao glanced at the people behind.

Shen Lang stepped off the stage, took off the sterile suit and gloves, and moved his fingers lightly, as if reminiscing about the feeling before.

But he only had a little feeling, and soon fell into a daze.This kind of top-level difficulty operation is definitely not something that can be comprehended with just one touch.

Shen Lang didn't cheat, he was just an ordinary person, it was a blessing to be able to experience it and accumulate some surgical experience.

One doctor after another came up to try, feeling what Huang Lao said.

Everyone knows the hand feel, and everyone's understanding of the hand feel is different.The extent to which one can realize it really depends on one's talent.

This is just an opportunity. Although the opportunity Mr. Huang fought for is not decisive, it is like chasing Zhou Congwen in 912 with a broom, leaving only a spark.

As for whether the fire is extinguished or a single spark can start a prairie fire, Mr. Huang doesn't know.

Doing good deeds without asking for reward.

One doctor after another went up to the stage to feel the touch, and suddenly Huang Lao nodded his hand.

"What's your name."

"Old Huang, my name is Yuan Qingyao." Yuan Qingyao said.

"Not bad." Huang Lao said, "Your blunt separation is very good, have you done it before?"

"I have done thirteen sets in the United States." Yuan Qingyao said, "I have done two sets of difficult ones, but they all failed."

"Zhou Congwen, how much time is left?"

"Boss, three minutes." Zhou Congwen replied.

"Yuan Qingyao, you stand in the position of the third assistant, and we will operate together later." Huang Lao said.

Zhang You was stunned, and Director Geng also looked at Yuan Qingyao dumbfounded.

The different treatment from others meant that Mr. Huang stamped his approval on this young man.

Zhang You hesitated for a moment, but did not move.Director Geng asked in a low voice, "Old Huang, can I try it?"

"Go brush your hands and hurry up."

Director Geng trotted to brush his hands, came back to disinfect, put on clothes, and lined up to go on stage.

He is the last one.

Director Geng was curious, and he felt that what Yuan Qingyao could do, he could definitely do it himself.The most important thing is that I am the one who should really feel the touch.

On the stage, Director Geng felt that his hand was grabbed by Huang Lao's hand and sent into the abdominal cavity.

Huang Lao's hands were warm and soft, and he didn't feel any jerky.

"It's here, feel the intestinal wall first..."

Mr. Huang knew what Director Geng meant, and he explained it very carefully.

Director Geng entered the state of concentration in just a moment, feeling the delicate touch from the sterile gloves.

He also knew that the reason why it was called "feeling" was because it was just a feeling, even Huang Lao couldn't give everyone the most detailed guidance.

That feeling was transmitted to the brain. Director Geng, according to what Huang Lao said, first felt the elasticity of the intestinal adhesion and the inner wall of the abdominal cavity.

Because Director Geng has rich experience, the things he can experience are definitely not comparable to those young and tender like Shen Lang.

Countless information flooded into my mind like a flood, Director Geng focused on screening.

That's what Huang Lao said. When Director Geng's finger landed on the connective tissue between the intestinal tube and the peritoneum, an idea came to his mind.

The elasticity of the intestines and connective tissue seemed to be digitized by the brain, Director Geng's fingers moved slightly.

He could feel the crisp tearing.

That feeling is not very strong, because he didn't use much force.The strength is within the allowable range of the elasticity of the intestinal tube, and will not tear the intestinal wall.

Last year's operation immediately appeared in Director Geng's mind.

What a mistake I did!Get started directly, feel this kind of elasticity, there should not be so many tears, Director Geng realized in his heart.

But he didn't feel any sense of loss or emotion, and he unconsciously entered a state of flow.

He didn't know what a state of flow was, and under the guidance of Huang Lao's deformed hands like chicken feet, Director Geng's fingers gently separated the adhesion between the intestinal tube and the peritoneum.

Director Geng's movements gradually became smoother.

It was so!

One after another, the sense of joy hit Director Geng's heart like substance.

The joy of the wedding night in the bridal chamber is not as good as the one in front of you.

This is what Huang Lao said about the touch!

Director Geng even had a feeling that he was taken away by Huang Lao's hand for a sudden separation, and if he thought about it carefully later, he would definitely be able to go up to the next level.

His surgical experience is the richest, and his harvest must be the greatest.

When the joy in my heart was strong, director Geng suddenly felt a pain in the radial styloid process.

Then there was a "pop" sound in my ears.

Zhou Congwen took the hemostat and knocked on the radial styloid process of Director Geng's wrist, "Director Geng, the strength is strong, don't use brute force, just follow the strength."

Chapter 1413 Take Out Sailor Moon

"First trance?" Huang Lao asked.

"..." Director Geng was stunned, lost in thought, what Huang Lao was talking about was probably the state he was in just now.

He nodded blankly.

"Your strength is a bit strong in the back, go back and think about it carefully." Huang Lao smiled slightly, pulled Director Geng's hand out, and patted his sterile gloves, "It's okay."

It's okay, is this a compliment to yourself?Director Geng looked at Yuan Qingyao across from him, and felt that he should never be inferior to a young doctor in the thoracic surgery department.

Even if Yuan Qingyao graduated from a prestigious school.

The so-called prestigious schools are just that in Director Geng's mind, whoever is really awesome can come back, it would be nice to stay abroad.

But what happened today broke Director Geng's bottom line.

If someone else said it, he could refute it with a sentence or two.The key is that this was said by Huang Lao, and Yuan Qingyao was left on the operating table, but he himself was "thrown out".

It is already clear at a glance whose blunt separation is better.

"The next time this patient comes to the hospital again, you can do it yourself." Huang Lao said lightly.

Director Geng almost fell over in shock.

Again?Stop it!

When the patient recovers after the operation, I must sit down with the patient and the family members of the patient and explain clearly - if there is another time, the patient should not come, and go to the imperial capital to find Huang Lao.

Of course, this blame is to be dumped on Huang Lao, but I can't do it myself.

"Okay, I'll continue." Huang Lao said.

Before he could speak, Zhou Congwen had opened the incision and removed the warm saline gauze to observe the newly incarcerated bowel.

"Boss, it's okay." Zhou Congwen glanced at the color of the intestinal tube, and reported to his boss.

"En." Huang Lao nodded and began to continue the operation.

There is no problem with the incarcerated intestine, which avoids cutting the intestine and minimizes damage.

That's why Mr. Huang would rather wait another 10 minutes, "by the way" to let the cardiothoracic surgeon remember the feeling of blunt dissection.

Shen Lang stood behind Huang Lao, stretching his neck to look at the operation area.Huang Lao stroked the intestine with his hand, found a place, and then cut it open.

Mr. Huang's fingers were a little bent, and it looked a little weird, but he was extremely dexterous, and with almost no effort, a Sailor Moon's lower body came out of his intestines.

Zhou Congwen covered it with dry gauze, caught Sailor Moon, took a look at it and handed it to Yuan Qingyao, and then he and his boss sewed up the intestinal incision.

Solved the incarceration problem, now it's a trivial matter.

Several Sailor Moon dolls were taken out, and Zhou Congwen gestured for a warm salt water rinse.

After checking that there was no active bleeding, Zhou Congwen looked up at his boss.

"You go down, the rest of me and Yuan Qingyao... are called by this name." Huang Lao asked.

"Yes, Mr. Huang." Yuan Qingyao said respectfully.

"You do blunt dissociation to separate the remaining adhesions. I'll watch." Huang Lao said.

Zhou Congwen smiled, turned and stepped down.

The boss saw that Yuan Qingyao did a good job of blunt dissociation, so he deliberately looked carefully.After stepping down from the stage, Zhou Congwen took off the sterile clothes and walked to Zhang You who was standing in the corner.

"Director Zhang, why didn't you go up and touch it?" Zhou Congwen asked with a smile.

"I won't make a fool of myself." Zhang You didn't take it seriously, the mask was moving, and it couldn't cover his big teeth.

Zhou Congwen understood what Zhang You was thinking. Although he disagreed, there was no need to embarrass Zhang You in front of all the thoracic surgeons.

The upper limit of this product is so high, and Zhou Congwen has been thinking about next year's world competition, and Zhou Congwen is too lazy to do anything.As long as Zhang You doesn't make things difficult for him, he won't bother him either.

This is a kind of tacit understanding, a tacit understanding between Zhou Congwen and Zhang You.

Huang Lao and Yuan Qingyao's surgery was not slow, and they soon began to close their abdomen.

Shen Lang saw that Sailor Moon had been taken out, so he asked for a pair of gloves, but Zhou Congwen snatched them away just as he was about to tear open the packaging.

"Congwen." Shen Lang looked at Zhou Congwen innocently, a little sad.

"It's so trustworthy." Zhou Congwen glared at Shen Lang, then patted Director Geng on the shoulder, "Director Geng, let's go on stage and shut up. I'll accompany the boss first."

"Oh, good." Director Geng glanced at Yuan Qingyao who was opposite. Although he was not convinced, his mood was still stable.

Director Geng didn't have much to say about the things Mr. Huang stamped.

Zhou Congwen accompanied Mr. Huang to the locker room. The doctors in the operating room looked around. Except for Shen Lang, Zhang You didn't even go out with him.

"Old Huang, it's really Sailor Moon!" Shen Lang's focus is different from other people's. Shen Lang doesn't care about Huang Lao's blunt separation of thoughts. In his opinion, Sailor Moon is the key point.

"Oh, generally speaking, patients with fetishes will behave like this." Elder Huang explained while walking with his hands on his back, pulling on his slippers. "Then there are children or mentally ill patients."

"Isn't fetishism a mental illness? It seems to be considered." Shen Lang asked.

Director Han accompanied Mr. Huang and Zhou Congwen, and he felt that Shen Lang was mentally ill.

But Mr. Huang didn't show the slightest impatience, and his smile towards Shen Lang showed kindness and kindness.

"Fetishism is a mental illness." Huang Lao explained.

"Then why did he swallow it?" Shen Lang saw that Huang Lao was not angry, so he continued to ask.

"Zymatic suffocation." Huang Lao said, "Some people like to do this, and there are quite a few of them. In recent years, there has been an increasing trend."

Zhou Congwen held Shen Lang back, leaned into his ear and said something.

"You still have the hard drive! Someday... no, I'll pick it up from you tonight!" As soon as Shen Lang spoke loudly, Zhou Congwen slapped him on the head.

"Keep your voice down!" Zhou Congwen said seriously, "We must study from a scientific point of view, and think about everything."

"Hey." Shen Lang showed a smile that any man could understand.

"This kind of thing is generally not uncommon." Huang Lao Youyou said, "Many years ago, when I was still supporting, I said that a place was haunted. A young man strangled himself to death, but his face was showing laugh."

"What do the villagers say?" Zhou Congwen glared at Shen Lang, telling him to stop talking with his eyes, and asked his boss beside him.

"There are various legends, and some people connect this with ghosts before liberation. They say that the vixen who went up the mountain finally cultivated so well that they want to suck people's yang." Huang Lao said, "There is no forensic doctor in the area, and the police at the police station are Find me. I went to have a look, highly suspect it was caused by X asphyxiation."

"Have you explained it to the villagers?" Zhou Congwen asked.

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