"Old Peng, take care of yourself."

120 In front of the ambulance, a man whispered to comfort him.

"It's okay, I've had expectations for a long time." Mr. Peng said calmly without much sadness or smile.

"I'm in good health now. I'll use nutrient solution when I return to my hometown for a while. Be careful not to roll the needle on the way. Xiao Zou is our best-skilled nurse, so it's absolutely fine for her to follow."

"I'm interested." Mr. Peng said, "Let's go back, it's quite cold outside, don't catch a cold."

The expert was Director Shang Jiashang, Director of Geriatrics at Imperial Capital Hospital. This time he came to Shuaifu for consultation, he could not give any good suggestions.

He knew that Mr. Peng was worried that his lover would catch a cold, so he took the old man to the 120 transfer truck and watched him leave.

"Oh." Director Shang sighed softly, put his hands in front of him and sighed, rubbed him twice, and his face became hot. He looked up at the sky. The clouds were dense, the north wind was a little strong, like a knife.

It's going to snow. Shang Jia's heart was like a cloud pressing down on him, and he was covered with layers of layers.

"Director Business, let's go back after having some food."

"No, no." Shang Jia reluctantly showed a polite smile, "Go back and fool around and take a break early."

The person who spoke to him was Director Chai, a big shot in the cardiothoracic surgery industry.

Director Chai also wanted to keep Director Shang. No matter how much he said, he had to have a meal before leaving, and he had to cook it now when he got home. He had to eat a simple mouthful and didn't drink alcohol, which would not take long.

Before he could speak, the phone rang.

He picked up his cell phone, glanced at it, and smiled, "It's Dean Bao, the Imperial Capital."

"Oh, he is Mr. Peng's student, so he should be asking about the situation at this time." Director Shang said softly.

The phone call was very short, and the two of them hung up after a few words of words from Director Chai, with a slightly strange expression.

"Director of Commerce, wait a moment."

Director Shang was a little surprised, he frowned slightly. Although it wasn't counting nine, it was already very cold in the imperial capital. Director Chai didn't move, fiddling with his cell phone.

Isn't it cold... The business director was a little curious and came over.

A sketch appears in the eyes, not a video material, but a sketch similar to an architectural drawing.

It seems to be a chest anatomy, and there are some ideas on it, and there are many words.

"Director Chai, what is this?" Director Shang asked strangely without wearing glasses and couldn't see clearly.

"Director Bao was with Boss Zheng in the afternoon. Speaking of the old man's affairs, this is a diagram of the new technique done by Boss Zheng."

New technique...schematic diagram...

Director Shang was stunned for a moment, then sighed.

"Director Chai, it's impossible. I guess the old man's body can only hold on to the surgical blow for 1-1.5 hours. Such a large diverticulum is impossible to cut. An hour and a half is overestimated, and I think it's enough for an hour."

"It's done with a laparoscope." Director Chai replied absent-mindedly, obviously his greater interest was in this drawing.

Laparoscopy? Impossible! Director Shang denied this idea immediately. It is possible to have a large diverticulum on the neck and chest, but there is no possibility of laparoscopy at all.

Standing in the cold wind for nearly five minutes, Director Chai slowly turned off his phone, looking solemn.

"Director Chai, can you do it?" Director Shang asked in his heart.

"The lateral anastomosis of the pharyngeal esophageal diverticulum and intrathoracic esophageal lateral anastomosis under the full thoracic thoracic esophageal diverticulum is a fantastic idea. I don't consider the state but from the perspective of surgery, I feel that it can work. Director Shang, do you think if it is a laparoscopy, how long will the old man's body last?"

"I just said that it's almost the same. Laparoscopic damage is small, but anesthesia is a big obstacle." Director Shang said, "One hour, this is the time I gave me. The damage is too great after it exceeds it."

"One hour..." Director Chai was obviously disappointed. "The operation is still a little more complicated, and it is laparoscopic surgery. There are some meticulous operations in the diverticulum. If I do it, it will take 2 hours to base it."

"Boss Zheng, is Zheng Ren from 912?"

"Yes." Director Chai replied absent-mindedly. He said while replying to the message.

"What did you say?"

"I told Dean Bao that the operation time should be within one hour, and it is probably impossible to do it, but the design of the operation is really awesome!" Director Chai sighed, "I never thought I could do it before."

After saying that, he felt a little awkward in his words, so he corrected, "It's not that I didn't expect that, I just had a small idea, but it was too difficult, so I didn't think about it further. This is a new technique, and it takes at least dozens of surgeries to form."

Boss Zheng? Director Shang thought of the Nobel Prize winner who was in the limelight in the imperial capital recently.

A new surgery was designed out of thin air, and there was laparoscopic surgery on the huge Zenker diverticulum. This person is really amazing.

"I told Dean Bao that there was news from him to me."

...

...

When the food came, Dean Bao had no appetite.

Within half an hour, several great figures in cardiothoracic surgery responded to messages one after another.

They all understood the design drawings and thought it was a feasible idea.

Several people who didn't know the situation were joking about Dean Bao later, saying that the imperial capital was preparing to increase the heart and chest surgery. However, insiders persuaded that the old man was already old, and even the laparoscopic surgery would not be able to hold on.

Only Director Chai responded to the information that the operation schedule is controlled within 1 hour, so there should be a possibility of doing it.

From this information, Bao Longtao knew that the new surgical sketches drawn by Boss Zheng and Professor Su were feasible. At least, putting aside the patient, the surgery would definitely be done.

But after all, I am facing an 84-year-old man. From the idea of ​​completing the surgery, I will be at least 108,000 miles away.

"Boss Zheng, if you do the surgery, how long will it take?" Bao Longtao asked carefully.

At this time, he had already begun to have some hope in his heart.

"Surgery..." Zheng Ren pondered for a moment.

The overall operation was just a discussion with Su Yun in the system operating room while looking for solutions. Zheng Ren didn't know much about what he wanted to do.

"Two hours!" Su Yun said with a smile, "If you want me, you will definitely get it down. The boss will also come on stage, and it will probably end in one and a half hours."

"Oh." Bao Longtao sighed, "The Director of the Imperial Capital Hospital gave a preoperative assessment. If it is more than an hour, it is recommended not to operate."

Su Yun frowned. He knew that the hour he mentioned did not simply refer to the operation time, but also included preoperative anesthesia, postoperative awakening and other series of time.

If that is the case, the time left for the craftsman is probably only 50 minutes.
Chapter completed!