Bao Longtao was Mr. Peng's student back then. At that time, the country was still very poor, and it was even more so for everyone and every family.

I couldn't eat enough, let alone meat. At that time, I saw a bowl of braised pork, and my eyes were blue, like a hungry wild wolf in the wilderness.

When the 20-year-old Bao Longtao and his classmates were not in their stomachs. After receiving the meat tickets every month, Mr. Peng would call them home to eat something with meat.

This is a special memory of that era.

Now Bao Longtao is tired of eating anything. When eating at home, he often eats side dishes to relieve greasiness.

However, no matter the clear congee and side dishes or the delicacies of mountains and seas, they always taste countless worse than the meat dishes made by the teacher's wife back then.

When Bao Longtao felt very uncomfortable when he thought of the old man who had reached the end of his life, the smell of meat and fish that he had been thinking about for so many years could only turn into memories. The past that happened many years ago came to his heart, and his heart was surging, and his eyes were a little wet without realizing it.

"Director, Boss Zheng is still thinking about it."

After a while, Zhou Chunyong whispered.

"Boss Zheng...ah." Bao Longtao sighed, shook his head slightly, and said nothing unpleasant.

I am old, and the zenker diverticulum is just a trigger. If it were 20 years ago, it would not be a disease at all. I would be discharged from the hospital after 1 week, and it would have no effect on my body.

But an 84-year-old man, to put it bluntly, will lose his temper even if he doesn't move. Once there is a turmoil, any "small" problem such as the last fracture in his life will be fatal.

Once the surgical blow breaks the inherent balance point, the whole body will slide downward with acceleration, and the end point will be until death.

Boss Zheng... He is kind-hearted and has been arguing with Professor Su since he came in. Sometimes the two of them talk in a whisper, and sometimes someone insists on their own opinions and acts like a quarrel.

Most of the time, both of them are thinking quietly, focusing on the figure of the thinker.

The pen given by the waiter was gently drawn on paper. The sketch was indeed good. Boss Zheng had a good artistic foundation. But apart from that, Bao Longtao did not think he could solve the problem of 84-year-old Zenker's diverticulum.

After waiting for half an hour, Bao Longtao was not in a hurry, but discussed with a few old classmates in the group to meet tomorrow and recall the past.

When people get old, they are willing to recall and summarize, and Bao Longtao is no exception.

Many details of my youth were found from the dusty corners, but they were still filled with a green smell.

I will go to see the old man off tomorrow. Bao Longtao was thinking about what he would do tomorrow, and he felt a little confused. The weather was not very good, and there was cloudy outside, and it was snowing. The old man should not stick to it until he went home.

"It's done!" Su Yun suddenly roared, scaring Bao Longtao trembled.

"..." Bao Longtao didn't know how to describe it, but was interrupted by memorial thoughts and almost frightened to death. Young people nowadays don't know whether they should respect themselves as an old man.

"Director Bao, Lao Zhou, the surgical plan has been designed." Su Yun took the last chapter of sketch and walked to the table with a smile, slapped the plain face in front of Bao Longtao with a "splash".

Bao Longtao looked at a detailed sketch, which was not like a realistic one, but more like a freehand painting, and even... he thought this was a three-dimensional geometric formula.

"Professor Su..., the teacher and the teacher's wife have decided to be discharged from the hospital automatically. At this time, they should have arrived at the imperial capital." Bao Longtao sighed, "The old man wants Ye Luo to return to his hometown. He has been recuperating in the coach's mansion recently. It will take the last hour to drive back to his hometown. They are worried that if they drag it down, they will not be able to go back."

Su Yun was slightly stunned, then smiled, "It's just a zenker diverticulum. After curing it, you can go back anytime and anywhere. If you want the leaves to fall back, it will probably be no problem for that leaf to hang on the treetops for another three to five years."

"..." Bao Longtao looked at Su Yun with a confused look on his face. He didn't know who gave this young man confidence.

In the Shuai Mansion, almost the most cardiothoracic surgeons and geriatric experts in the country have read the information of the elderly. There is no good way except for taking the risk of having neck and chest joint incision surgery.

"Professor Su, did it do it with intervention?" Zhou Chunyong was full of expectations, looking forward to Boss Zheng and Su Yun being able to fly away from the sky again and solve this problem with a magical stroke.

"Lao Zhou, what are you thinking!" Su Yun said contemptly, "If it were a few years earlier, the zenker diverticulum could be solved with titanium clips and transparent hats, but unfortunately this technology was not mature at that time."

"It's not that it's immature, it's that it's not yet released." Zheng Ren corrected.

"That's probably what it means. Now Zenker's diverticulum is too big, so it's impossible to solve it with an endoscopy or diverticulum." Su Yun said, "The trauma of the joint incision of the neck and chest is too great. My boss and I designed a surgery to solve it with a thoracoscopy."

A technique was designed...

Bao Longtao and Zhou Chunyong were both stunned.

What is this saying? I can easily design and solve specific diseases based on each patient's own situation?

In fact, there will be similar situations in every operation, which is called adaptability. No one can enter the same river twice, and no one can do two identical surgeries.

But fundamentally re-planning a new technique is called originality! Just like a new tips surgery, it is called zheng-rudolf surgery.

But that was the technique that won the Nobel Prize. How long has it been? An hour? The technique was created?!

With decades of clinical experience, Bao Longtao believes that this is impossible.

"Director Bao, that's all we can do. I originally thought about this picture to show the teachers of the coach's mansion and understood that the surgery should be done, so the boss should not show it. But now the old man is automatically discharged from the hospital and can go to 912. The boss and I will go to the stage!" Su Yun was a little excited.

He rarely goes back from Union Medical College. After all, he always calls a teacher when he sees anyone, so he can't go to a hospital such as the Affiliated Hospital of Medical University to use medical records to smash people.

When Su Yun heard the news that the old man was discharged from the hospital, he became even more interested. He looked at Bao Longtao and said, "This is how you do, Dean Bao, hurry up and send the drawings to professionals to see. To put it bluntly, it's not that I'm too lazy to talk about it, it's because you are a doctor who has been doing for decades. It's impossible not to understand this principle."

Bao Longtao was silent. To be honest, he really didn't understand Zenker's diverticulum. As for the new techniques developed by Boss Zheng and Professor Su, he probably couldn't understand them, let alone the subtle differences.

To give Boss Zheng and Professor Su a favor, Bao Longtao nodded, took the sketch down, and sent it to several people at the same time.

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Note; Friendly recommendations of "The Da Song Dynasty that was ruined", Strong Han, prosperous Tang Dynasty, Rich Song Dynasty, Bold Yuan Dynasty, Gangming, and slave Qing Dynasty.

The prosperity of the Song Dynasty was recognized by later generations!

But who knows that the strangeness of the Song Dynasty is a country that was ruined by the emperor and civil servants themselves.
Chapter completed!