"Mr. Mansour is just a preliminary idea and also wants to promote medical exchanges between the two countries."

At this time, Mr. Xia explained with a smile.

However, Suningyue did not believe this so-called explanation.

If you want to promote energy or infrastructure exchanges between the two countries, Suningyue still believes it.

But two countries with average medical standards are equivalent to two students with average grades, and they cannot improve their communications no matter how hard they communicate.

But what is certain is that the oil tycoon in front of him has developed a lot of interest in his son...

"Okay, let's see the progress of the operation first." Mr. Xia nodded.

Yu Jie came up and turned on the LCD TV hanging in the room with the remote control. After operating, the screen of an operating room appeared in everyone's eyes!

In the operating room, the patient Tang Qingying was lying on the operating table, and Lu Qiuping, Song Che and other operating teams were all in place!

"How is the blood pressure lowering?" Lu Qiuping asked, his eyes still staring at the brain ct film hanging on the light box.

"Cebral blood pressure is temporarily stable and the conditions for craniotomy are met."

The anesthesiologist replied, and glanced at the first assistant Song Che from the eyes above the mask, and asked back: "I'm sure you don't need to navigate and find out the location of the bleeding first. How should I use catheter later?"

Maybe after staying in Dubai for a long time, most of the Chinese doctors here have become accustomed to Westernizing in professional terms.

Catheter is a thin tube mold made of rubber or metal body, which is mainly used to extract blood stasis.

When Lu Qiuping heard this, he also looked at Song Che.

Song Che also watched the CT film together for a long time, then walked back to the operating table, looked at Tang Qingying, who had been general anesthesia, took off her gloves, and directly attached her hand to the right brain where Tang Qingying had shaved her hair and put her surgical incision protective film on her right brain.

The anesthesiologist was about to remind him that this was not in compliance with the norm, but Lu Qiuping waved his hand and signaled that Song Che would perform first.

Song Che closed his eyes and felt it for a while. When he opened his eyes again, he immediately asked for a pen.

He used a pen to outline a few strokes on the incision protective film, and marked the incision position: "The bleeding position is in this area, start from here."

Without even asking Song Che that he was not sure, Lu Qiuping walked forward, wanted to pass the scalpel, and quickly cut the incision.

He is indeed the top surgeon in China.

As soon as Lu Qiuping took action, he showed extremely high medical attainments.

After cutting it with one size fits, the blood oozing out is minimal!

This is also the limit that Song Che can do.

But compared to Lu Qiuping's skillful craftsmanship, he is undoubtedly a little worse than that.

"Put the suction tube, open the fixed incision... and then give me the electric drill." Lu Qiuping issued a series of instructions.

After taking the electric drill, he looked back at the CT tablet a few times, and then started to use the electric drill to open the patient's skull. After some operation, a nearly perfect neat opening appeared in front of everyone!

Although all this happened smoothly and simply, every second, everyone's hearts were tightened to the extreme!

Because everyone knows that once the electric drill is selected in the wrong opening position, it will be a dead end to get sick!

"Suck!"

With a command from Lu Qiuping, Song Che also assisted in inserting the metal catheter into the exposed gap and quickly extracted the blood on the surface.

But this is just the preliminary preparations.

After the blood on the surface was extracted, Song Che took away the metal catheter, replaced it with a plastic drainage tube, and inserted it into the cleaned gap!

At this moment, everyone's hearts were in their throats.

Only Lu Qiuping and Song Che looked at each other calmly, began to pull the pressure pump, trying to extract the blood stasis covering the brain nerves!

However, after a few seconds, the drainage tube was still clean, and even a trace of blood was not sucked up!

"It's broken!" the anesthesiologist muttered.

And those who watched in front of the LCD TV also had a serious expression.

Chief Mansour talked to the translator, and the translator said, "The operation seems to be not very successful? Did you find the wrong location of the bleeding?"

Yu Jie didn't know how to defend himself for a moment, so he couldn't directly admit that Song Che's judgment was wrong.

Mr. Xia nodded and said, "Wait and see."

Suningyue was sweating and watching nervously, hoping that red liquid would appear in the drainage tube.

Seeing that there was no movement for a while, Song Che was still calm and his eyes flashed for a moment, and suddenly stretched out his hand to the instrument nurse: "Silver needle."

"Ah?" The instrument nurse was stunned for a moment.

"Give me the silver needle! Quick!" Song Che emphasized his tone.

"Give it to him!" Lu Qiuping also urged, with a great attitude of serving people without doubt.

After taking the silver needle, under everyone's surprise and inconclusive eyes, Song Che carefully poked the silver needle into a position about a distance from the gap!

After poking it in, Song Che slightly twisted the silver needle and gently pinched the drainage tube with his other hand.

A few seconds later, Lu Qiuping's pupils suddenly shrank, and he watched a bright red ray spread in the catheter!

"Get out!"

Someone shouted.

With this sentence, everyone's eyes were finally gone.

When they looked at Song Che again, they had a little more admiration and trust.

"It's very good. You are the doctor I have ever seen, the most comprehensive combination of traditional Chinese and Western medicine." Lu Qiuping praised him without hesitation.

The anesthesiologist curiously said, "Is there a saying in traditional Chinese medicine for craniotomy?"

"Of course, that miraculous doctor Hua Tuo was chopped off by Cao Cao's head because of this craniotomy." Lu Qiuping smiled.

Song Che explained: "In fact, it was earlier than Hua Tuo, China had already conducted academic research on craniotomy, but at that time, monkeys were basically used as experimental subjects."

"However, with the medical conditions at that time, even if Hua Tuo really had a craniotomy for Cao Cao, Cao Cao would probably die in 100. If you want to perform a craniotomy for traditional Chinese medicine, you have to cooperate with the operations of Western medicine."

Lu Qiuping couldn't help but nodded, and his appreciation for Song Che became deeper.

Evaluating traditional Chinese and Western medicine from an objective perspective and realistic perspective is the quality that a top doctor possesses.

And the melon-eating crowd who saw this scene in front of the screen...what was right, and the melon-eating big guys were relieved.

"This young man is indeed well-known and deserves careful cultivation and vigorous promotion." Mr. Xia laughed loudly, turned his head to Suningyue and said, "Your monk's approach is very correct. I hand him over to Mr. Song and cultivated him into a pillar of talent."

"If this child can really bring some help to the national medical cause, then Mr. Song will be relieved in heaven." Suningyue said with a smile.

Mr. Xia turned his head and said to Mansour, "Mr. Mansour, what do you think of him?"

Mansour smiled and told the translator.

The translator nodded and passed the message: "Mr. Minister said that he sincerely wanted to invite Mr. Song Che to join the special medical team formed by the royal family and participate in the formulation of a plan to treat the president."
Chapter completed!