Rural Shennong

Seeing Chen Ping nodding slightly, Chang Shuqin leaned into his ear and whispered, "Professor Chen, do you agree with this plan?"

Chen Ping turned his head and replied in a low voice: "I agree, but I don't think they can do it."

It's not that Chen Ping is proud, he thinks that with the medical skills of these people, the possibility of reshaping Zheng Boji's arm and restoring its function is basically zero.

Even if he does it himself, it will be very troublesome.

After the consultation meeting, Hou Wanlin, as the host of the meeting, asked Zheng Boji: "Mr. Zheng, you have also read our plan, do you think this treatment is okay?"

Zheng Boji said with a hoarse voice, "Which part of my nerves and blood vessels are you going to use to repair my arm?"

Hou Wanlin replied, "Use the blood vessels and nerves in your calf."

Zheng Boji thought for a while, and asked again: "If the repair is completed, will my arm be the same as before?"

Hou Wanlin said in a deep voice: "This is not certain. If the operation is successful, [-]% to [-]% of the function should be restored. There will be no problems in daily life."

Zheng Boji's face changed: "That won't work, at least [-]% of the recovery is needed, and I have a piano recital at the end of the year."

Hou Wanlin said helplessly: "Mr. Zheng, your injury has been delayed in the Third Hospital for too long, and it cannot be delayed any longer."

"Otherwise the neurovascular necrosis, even the gods will not be able to save it."

Zheng Dongliang jumped anxiously: "Dad, don't be so stubborn, hurry up!"

"Even if you get cured, the arm is not as good as before, at least it can still be used, right? It's better than amputation."

Zheng Boji glanced at the palm under the bloody forearm, and the palm had turned into a purple and black color.

He closed his eyes in pain: "Okay, I agree with this plan."

The operating room had already been prepared, and everyone changed into surgical gowns and entered the operating room.

On the side of the Third Hospital, Chang Shuqin and Chen Ping also went in, but Chen Ping came a little later.

Chang Shuqin asked suspiciously: "Professor Chen, did you switch to sterile medicine for such a long time?"

Chen Ping said softly: "Oh, I went to the bathroom just now."

In fact, Chen Ping didn't go to the bathroom at all just now.

After coming to the Affiliated Hospital of Medical University, Chen Ping was sensitive to the abnormal fluctuations in the aura of the hospital.

Since the battle with Zuo Bingxiu on Jiangxin Island, Chen Ping has been looking for a place with particularly abundant aura near Haicheng, so as to complete the accumulation of meridians as soon as possible, and step into the threshold of the middle stage of inner strength.

But he walked back and forth along both sides of the river for a long time, and even walked out of Haicheng City at one point, but he still hasn't found a suitable place.

Just now, taking advantage of the preparatory stage of the operation, Chen Ping walked around the hospital.

After this turn, Chen Ping was inexplicably ecstatic.

He found a dilapidated five-story small building, and the fluctuations of heaven and earth aura emanating from the small building made Chen Ping tremble with excitement.

Chen Ping ran the Evergreen Art a little bit, and he could feel that the speed of meridian accumulation was several times higher than normal.

It's like this outside, what will happen if you enter this small closed building and sit on the source of the eruption of spiritual energy to practice?

Chen Ping looked at this small building, just like looking at a beautiful woman's sensuality, wishing to jump on it immediately.

He never expected that such a place full of aura would appear in a tacky and dirty downtown area far away from the river.

At that time, Chen Ping grabbed a nurse and asked, "Beauty, let me ask, why is this small building not being used?"

The nurse explained: "This building used to be used by the surgical emergency department."

"But since a year ago, there have been problems with this building."

"Patients who come here often experience inexplicable blood collapse during emergency surgery."

"Moreover, the doctors and nurses who work in it also have symptoms of insomnia and dreaminess. Many people have problems and are abandoned."

Chen Ping suddenly said: "So it is!"

The nurse saw that Chen Pingchang was handsome and handsome, and he had an air of dust, so she wanted to chat with him a few more times.

"It is said that too many people died in this building, and the yin qi lingered, and many lonely ghosts gathered, that's why it happened."

"In the beginning, there were people who didn't believe in evil, and then there were a few incidents, and no one dared to come, so it was completely abandoned."

Chen Ping shook his head and smiled wryly.

With such an abundance of spiritual energy, ordinary people stay here, constantly being washed by the spiritual energy, they are extremely energetic, and they are only ghosts if they can sleep well.

As for the patient's blood collapse, it is also because the aura here is too strong, which makes people energetic and accelerates blood flow.

If doctors treat patients according to previous experience, problems will definitely occur.

Chen Pingqian's eyes turned green, this is a paradise.

But this blissful place can't be moved away, it is still in the core area of ​​the Affiliated Hospital of Medical University.

"It's a pity, it would be great if this place was in our hospital!"

The nurse froze for a moment: "Aren't you from our hospital?"

Chen Ping nodded: "I'm from the Third Hospital, come here for a consultation!"

"By the way, I still have an operation to do, goodbye!"

When Chen Ping rushed to the operating room, all preparations for the operation had been completed.

After he finished speaking with Chang Shuqin, he stood outside the operating table.

Even Chang Shuqin didn't have a place on stage, and he and Fang Mingmin, the head nurse from the Third Hospital, came with the ambulance, so they could only have the right to watch.

At the beginning of the operation, the anesthetist gave Zheng Boji local anesthesia on his arms and legs, and Zheng Boji was still awake.

This is the patient's request, and it is not an internal organ operation anyway, so general and local anesthesia have little effect.

The chief surgeon was Hou Wanlin. He first cleaned up Zheng Boji's wound with salt water, opened the skin, and tidied up the broken blood vessels little by little.

Seeing that Hou Wanlin was about to pull apart a nerve bundle and cut it off, Chen Ping suddenly said, "That piece that can't be cut can be repaired."

Chen Pingming knew that this group of people couldn't handle it, and he still had to take over. Of course, he wouldn't just sit back and watch them wreak havoc.

Hou Wanlin said coldly: "This nerve bundle is only three centimeters, and the damage has reached 80.00%, which is beyond repair!"

Chen Ping disagreed: "However, if you cut this piece off, it will not only affect the recovery of the patient's arm function in the future, but there will be too many nerve bundles to be cut off from the leg to supplement later."

"The function of the patient's legs is also impaired!"

Hou Wanlin said contemptuously, "Don't interrupt if you don't understand!"

"What you said is true, but 80.00% of the nerve bundles have been damaged, even if the gods come, they can't repair it."

"Besides, the patient's arms are more important than the legs!"

Although Zheng Boji didn't know medical skills, the conversation between Chen Ping and Hou Wanlin was easy to understand, and he understood it right away.

"Director Hou, is it really impossible to repair it? If too many nerves are transplanted from the leg, will I become crippled?"

Hou Wanlin glared at Chen Ping fiercely, then lowered his head and explained: "Mr. Zheng, this is unavoidable, but you will not become crippled, but you will have some obstacles in walking in the future, and it will not affect your life."

"And as I said just now, your nerve bundles here are too damaged, even if the gods come, they can't be repaired."

Chen Ping snorted coldly: "If you can't fix it, just say you can't fix it. Where are there so many excuses!"

Hou Wanlin's face turned dark: "Shut up, will I perform the operation or you will perform the operation?"

When people look at problems from different angles, they will have different ideas.

As a patient, Zheng Boji certainly hoped that his surgery would be as perfect as possible. If it could not be perfect, it would be because of the doctor's medical skills.

And when Chen Ping questioned it just now, Hou Wanlin also admitted that what Chen Ping said was true.

This made Zheng Boji feel bad. He had some shadows in his heart, more or less felt that Hou Wanlin's level was not enough, and now ordered Chen Ping to shut up, which meant he was a little angry from embarrassment.