Rural Shennong

Hou Wanlin stood up abruptly, leaning forward with his upper body, wishing he could put his face on the screen and stare at Chen Ping's operation.

The more he looked, the paler Hou Wanlin's face became.

Even the people in the observation room were shocked like this, not to mention Ling Jiyao and Ling Xingyuan and his son standing by the operating table.

They were dumbfounded and bewildered.

The small blade cuts, picks, collapses, lifts, and strips out pieces of necrotic tissue without damaging the intact liver.

At least everyone can't see any problems with the naked eye.

"Can the scalpel still be used like this?" Ling Jiyao suspected that he had been a fake doctor for more than 20 years and played with fake scalpels for more than 20 years.

At this moment, Chen Ping was like holding a half-rotten tofu, carefully carving it, leaving all the good ones.

The theory exists, but when it actually appeared in front of everyone, the shock it brought to everyone is simply indescribable.

Who can believe such a miracle unless they have seen it with their own eyes?

Xing Yuan's excited hairs stood on end, and Chen Ping paused for a moment: "The pull hook is steady, what are you doing?"

Ling Xingyuan swallowed his saliva and quickly stabilized his mood.

He decided to hug Chen Ping's thigh for the rest of his life, and he would not let go even if he was killed.

Chen Ping frantically operated, and finally used a drop of spirit liquid and smeared it on the liver.

However, the others couldn't see the spirit bottle, and didn't pay attention to the drop of spirit liquid. His behavior of applying the spirit liquid at the end made everyone feel a little puzzled.

In fact, Chen Ping wanted to add an insurance policy.

The patient's liver is too rotten, even if he cleans it up, there are too few intact parts left, and he still has liver cirrhosis.

Forget it, postoperative recovery is difficult, and if the medication is not timely, it is easy to continue to deteriorate.

With the nourishment of spiritual fluid, the situation will be stable.

"Dean Ling, should you close your stomach?" Chen Ping put down the scalpel and raised his head to ask.

"Ah! Is it time to shut down?" Ling Jiyao has not recovered from Chen Ping's magical operation.

Chen Ping smiled and said: "You are the chief surgeon, so this should be decided by you?"

Am I the chief surgeon?It seems that Ji Yao was in a daze for a while, shook his head and cheered up: "Well, shut up!"

After sewing the inner layer and the outer layer, Ji Yao heaved a long sigh of relief, and looked up at Chen Ping gratefully.

Anyone who watched the entire operation during this operation knew who was the key person.

But in the end, Chen Ping insisted that Ling Jiyao was the chief surgeon, with an obvious purpose, which was to rectify his name and rebuild his confidence.

Ling Jiyao's biggest gain is not only confidence, he also learned something from Chen Ping's technique.

Chen Ping took off his mask and said with a chuckle: "Dean Ling, I seem to have heard someone outside say that if you can handle this operation, you will be your grandson!"

Ling Jiyao waved his hands again and again: "It's not about me, it's about you."

Chen Ping shook his head and said, "Forget it, I'm young, and I don't accept grandchildren who are so old. It's useless to kneel down and beg me!"

Ling Jiyao laughed: "Just kidding, you take it seriously."

It was fun in the operating room.

And in the observation room, the air seemed to freeze.

Most of the doctors subconsciously looked at Hou Wanlin when they heard the conversation between Chen Ping and Ling Jiyao.

They were not the parties involved, and they all felt extremely humiliated and embarrassed for Hou Wanlin.

The gazes around him were like knives, piercing the dignity he had accumulated over the years.

Hou Wanlin's lips were blue and purple, his face was ferocious, and his teeth were gritted.

Chen Ping has already won, so he still wants to tear off his face in public and use it as a shoe mat.

Even an intern may not be able to bear it, let alone a highly respected executive vice president of the Affiliated Hospital of Medical University like Hou Wanlin.

Hou Wanlin felt another sharp pain like a needle prick in his heart. He raised his hand tremblingly, covered his left chest, and collapsed on the seat.

Jing Zeguo asked nervously, "Old Hou, are you alright?"

The last time Hou Wanlin was raised by Chen Pingqi's blood pressure, he suffered a myocardial infarction. If he hadn't been in the hospital at that time and rescued him in time, he might have died of Chen Pingqi's anger.

It's only been a few days, and Chen Ping was so angry that Jing Zeguo was really afraid that he would die here.

Hou Wanlin's chest heaved violently: "No...it's okay!"

Jing Zeguo sighed and said, "Old Hou, take a rest for two days to relieve your mood, take some antihypertensive medicine, and take care of your health."

After speaking, he got up and left the observation room.

No one saw it. After Jing Zeguo turned around, a mocking light flashed in his eyes.

Why is Hou Wanlin so crazy? Isn't it because he is the only one in the hospital and drifting away?

Jing Zeguo felt that it was good to take this opportunity to help Ling Jiyao and suppress Hou Wanlin.

When he went to relieve the burden of the hospital and was promoted to be the head principal of Haicheng Medical University, he wouldn't have to take care of the hospital's affairs anymore.

When Chen Ping and Ling Jiyao came out of the operating room, they saw Jing Zeguo waiting at the door.

"Old Ling, Professor Chen, you have worked hard!" Jing Zeguo said with a smile.

Jing Zeguo deliberately put Ling Jiyao in front of Chen Ping, one is to express kindness, the other is to support him, and it is also a signal to express that he should pay attention to him.

It's a pity that Ling Jiyao is just a scholar-type old doctor, who is enthusiastic about technology, but his emotional intelligence is not very high.

"Ah, I didn't work hard. In fact, I had surgery and sutures at the end. The most important part of the operation was done by Professor Chen."

The corners of Chen Ping's mouth twitched, and he forced a smile and said, "I'm just a handyman, and Dean Ling is the chief surgeon."

"But..." Ling Jiyao still wanted to say something, but Jing Zeguo quickly interrupted: "Okay, okay, you don't need to be humble."

"I'm not saying that Professor Chen's medical skills are not good, what I mean is that both of you are very good at medical skills, and the cooperation is more tacit."

"Old Ling, you have to pick it up from the hepatobiliary department in the future."

"I see that you and Professor Chen cooperate so well. If there is any operation with a relatively high risk, you can ask Professor Chen to participate again!"

Chen Ping understood that Jing Zeguo wanted him to do more surgeries with Ling Jiyao, but let Ling Jiyao take the honor.

Chen Ping can understand Jing Zeguo's selfishness, after all, he is from the Third Academy.

No matter how powerful he is, he will not add luster to the Affiliated Hospital of Medical University.

In fact, Chen Ping doesn't care about fame, as long as he can continue to stay in Xuebenglou and let him use his spiritual energy, he will be satisfied.

The benefits these people have received are not even a ten-thousandth of what he has received.

Seeing that Chen Ping was expressionless, Jing Zeguo thought that Chen Ping was a little out of balance.

"Professor Chen is young and promising, and will definitely be a famous doctor in the medical field of our country in the future."

Chen Ping smiled slightly: "Dean Jing is polite."

Jing Zeguo's face was full of kindness: "I'm not being polite."

"I want to invite Professor Chen to teach at our Haicheng Medical University. The salary and benefits are easy to negotiate."

"I don't know if Professor Chen can condescend to you?"

Chen Ping looked weird, he knew that Jing Zeguo wanted to buy him, and he felt unbalanced to save him from being a green leaf for Ling Jiyao.

"Thank you Dean Jing for your kindness, then I will be disrespectful!" Chen Ping did not refuse.