Rebirth 90: I opened a hospital in Shencheng

Chapter 35 Steady as hell!

"Dr. Nie, my insomnia is gone... I won't have insomnia since the night before yesterday."

After Zhou Caifeng put on the surgical gown, after Nie Chen helped her take out the silicone particles implanted in her right upper arm, she started to talk, and actively reported to Nie Chen her physical and psychological conditions in the past few days.

"I'm right, as long as you don't think about it, you can actually sleep."

Nie Chen checked the three-piece dilator set that had been prepared in the operating room, and with a smile on his lips, he said to Zhou Caifeng who was sitting on the edge of the operating table, "It is 15:[-], and we will start the operation in [-] minutes." .”

The buzzing sound of the money counter machine in the reception area really makes people feel happy.

Zhou Caifeng's surgery was the second surgery at Aihua Clinic.

Within ten days of its opening, two surgeries have already performed operations, which is an unbelievable speed.

Therefore, in front of his second uncle Nie Jisheng who came to test his tone last night, Nie Chen continued to lower his figure instead of fighting back and hitting his second uncle in the face.

It is because at this current stage, any changes, even slight ones, may affect the future development of Aihua Clinic.

After all, in the era of barbaric development in the [-]s.

Especially in Shencheng, an area that belongs to the special zone test zone.

Like the second uncle, who is both a retired employee of the Binhe Auto Repair Factory and the honorary deputy captain of the Aihua District Joint Defense Brigade, even if his father is his own nephew, once it comes to disputes over core interests, he still faces It was a thunderous blow.

So, what Nie Chen has to do now is to maintain a high profile in medicine, and at the same time continue to show weakness to the group of rat members headed by Nie Jisheng.

Even Nie Chen had already calculated in his heart that even if he had saved enough 50 yuan in advance, he could not reveal that he had this sum of money in front of his second uncle and neighbors.

On the contrary, I have to take the initiative to ask Nie Jisheng to postpone this batch of arrears, and I would rather pay a little interest to postpone it for a year or so, so as not to cause some extraneous jealousy and suspicion.

It is rare to be reborn in 1990, and you can choose a completely different life trajectory from before.

I didn't take a gamble to pay off 50 yuan because I didn't sell the Aihua clinic, and it was over.

Paying off the debt is not even the beginning.

Therefore, Nie Chen believes that there is no need to get angry with his second uncle Nie Jisheng at this stage.

Last night, even Chen Chunmei could see that the second uncle Nie Jisheng was persuading her with obvious aggressive malice.

In this way, it is even more necessary to stabilize the aura, stabilize the aura, and move forward steadily.

creak creak creak.

Twenty minutes later, Nie Chen twisted the distance of the microscope in the operating room.

Zhou Caifeng lay flat under the shadowless lamp on the operating table, and she fell into a deep sleep after receiving local anesthesia on her face.

After Nie Chen adjusted the distance of the lens, his eyes turned to the CT image hanging on the viewer next to the operating table.

This CT image is an angiographic CT made after Nie Chen asked Zhou Caifeng to have a special injection of water that can show blood vessels at the People's Hospital.

At present, how to perform effective angiography is still an experimental topic.

And Nie Chen can be said to be a big step ahead of time, taking the lead in making clinical application in this area.

Around the mole, Nie Chen chose a skin flap with few tiny blood vessels that could be implanted with a dilator as the implantation port.

If there is no angiographic CT image, it is impossible for Nie Chen to judge which position is the most favorable before cutting open the field of view, which is especially important.

Snapped.

Chen Chunmei slammed the scalpel with a brand new blade into Nie Chen's palm.

Nie Chen held tweezers in his left hand, and gently picked up the skin flap on the side of Zhou Caifeng's black mole.

Brush it up.

With a scalpel two sizes smaller in his hand, he gently cut open the epidermis of Zhou Caifeng's cheek, making an incision of about one centimeter.

Then the tweezers in the hand continued to stretch, pulling up the skin of the incision flap, and the scalpel in the hand was brushed again, and penetrated into the skin flap two millimeters below the skin layer, and cut into the subcutaneous tissue, in the tiny blood vessels. Below, a silky flap space that does not cause bleeding is slowly cut.

Nie Chen pushed inside almost millimeter by millimeter.

Every time he advances a little bit, he will stop and observe how many tiny blood vessels are damaged through the microscope lens.

At the same time, red soldering iron wire should be used to scald the tiny blood vessels that have been cut with the soldering wire in time to stop bleeding.

This skill cannot be achieved without 20-[-] years of repeated honing and thousands of anatomical experiences.

The performance of the scalpel in Nie Chen's hand can be described in one word, steady.

Steady as hell.

Almost using the optimal anatomical angle, bit by bit, in the surgical field of only about one centimeter incision, toward the subcutaneous tissue under the skin, the flap cavity enough to be inserted into a dilator was incised.

Chen Chunmei, who was originally a nursing nurse in the operating room, stared at Nie Chen's miraculous dissection technique with her eyes shining.

Even these days, I worked with Nie Chen to dissect and sew pig's feet together.

But a trotter is a trotter, and a human body is a human body.

Once you face a real patient, once you cut open the operative field with the knife in your hand, and then look at the scalpel as if attacking a city, using the small one-centimeter incision as a base, toward the subcutaneous tissue three millimeters below the skin Steady progress, this sensory stimulation is really unparalleled.

In just half an hour, Nie Chen had cut open a flap cavity that was big enough to fit a dilated sac the size of two fingers.

Chen Chunmei, who was standing by the side holding the gauze between tweezers and wiping the fine blood and sweat off Nie Chen's forehead, was sweating all over her body.

I have to say that this process is really exciting.

"Should we implant the dilator now?" Chen Chunmei asked.

The three-piece dilator set: expansion bag, injection tube and base, has been prepared on the trolley next to the operating table.

Chen Chunmei is quite excited and curious about implanting something like a balloon on the human cheek.

"Nie, Doctor Nie, a reporter from the Yangcheng Evening News came to our clinic and said they wanted to interview you. Should we let them come in and wait in the clinic?"

At this moment, Zhong Lanlan knocked lightly on the closed door of the operating room and asked softly.

"Yangcheng Evening News?"

Nie Chen picked up a dilated sac that had been soaked for 48 hours in the soaking liquid, and he said, "Of course I can accept their interview after the operation. Ah Mei, go out and talk to Lan Lan. Come here, we will not arrange patient consultations for the whole day, and make appointments for all patients who come for consultations tomorrow afternoon."

The process of consulting with patients often exposes one's surgical plan in advance. If there are no reporters present, it is not a big deal.

With a reporter present, once he heard the medical expenses he reported, wouldn't he be fired?

Chen Chunmei went to open the operation door in response, and explained Nie Chen's instructions to Zhong Lanlan in a low voice.

"I'm sorry, Du Ji, Director Li...I'm going to accompany the patients to their homes to check the nursing environment. If you don't mind, please wait a little longer."

Nie Chen, who had the dilator implanted half an hour later, washed his hands first, walked out of the operating room and sat on the short sofa in the reception area.

Writing the medication list, he smiled and greeted Du Yuewen, a reporter from the Yangcheng Evening News, and Li Dayong, deputy director of the Huacheng Microvascular Research Institute, who had been waiting for a long time.

"It's okay, it's okay, we made a special trip to Shencheng, and we are already mentally prepared to stay here all day! Doctor Nie, you are busy with your work."

The Yangcheng Evening News reporter Du Yuewen, who was dressed in fancy clothes, her eyes lit up after seeing Nie Chen, and she took the initiative to stand next to Nie Chen, and patted the back of Nie Chen's hand while speaking, blinking one eye to discharge Nie Chen, saying that can understand.

(End of this chapter)