Rural Shennong

Chen Ping was full of confidence before, but no one is perfect, Chen Ping really didn't expect this to happen.

When things came to an end, Chen Ping could only hope that one of the two would choose him, but this hope should be very slim.

Chen Ping had prepared for the worst. If there was no other way, he would have to find another patient.

Hou Wanlin beamed with pride.

The patient information he prepared for Chen Ping was all the patients he had contacted before and who disagreed with the treatment.

After all, the success rate of curing this disease is not high, and if it is not done well, it will be life-threatening.

Anyway, one lung is still useful, no tiring work, pay attention to self-cultivation without delaying life, if it is not necessary, no one wants to have surgery.

So even if Chen Ping went to those patients, it would be difficult to persuade them to agree to let him operate.

At this moment, one of the patients suddenly stood up: "Professor Chen, can you choose me?"

Hou Wanlin's elated expression froze on his face, and he looked at the patient in disbelief.

Not to mention him, even Chen Ping was a little surprised: "Why did you choose me?"

There were two patients' information on the big screen. Chen Ping knew that this patient had had his left lung removed due to trauma, but he didn't know anything about the rest.

The young man was silent for a moment: "Professor Chen, have you heard the song "Scream"?"

Scream this song is famous for its super high pitch and super burst.

Because of the high rhythm of the song and the passionate lyrics, it is used as background music in many small videos. Chen Ping has listened to it a lot when watching small videos.

Before he could figure out why this person asked him such a question, a little nurse next to him exclaimed, "I know who you are now, you are Meng Qingxin, and you are the original singer of Shout!"

Meng Qingxin smiled wryly and shook his head: "Yes, I am the original singer of Shout, I didn't expect anyone to remember me."

Two years ago, Meng Qingxin became popular because he sang "Scream". At that time, his singing could be heard everywhere in the streets and alleys.

Therefore, Meng Qingxin is not only known as the little king of the music scene, but also invites various commercial performances one after another.

I never thought that because he had received too many commercial performances, he would pass three or four performances a day when he was the busiest, and he was exhausted physically and mentally.

As a result, during a commercial performance, due to poor rest and weak body, Meng Qingxin's legs became weak while dancing, and he fell off the stage, broke his ribs and pierced his lungs, and almost died.

Since then, his lung expansion has failed. Not to mention difficult songs like "Scream", he can't even sing ordinary songs, and he has gradually disappeared from all living beings.

Meng Qingxin's eyes were slightly red: "Professor Chen, I graduated from Haicheng Conservatory of Music."

"Before I came, my teacher specially recommended me to let you treat me."

"He said that your medical skills are superb, far beyond that of ordinary doctors, so I want you to treat me."

Hou Wanlin was very upset. What do you mean Chen Ping's medical skills are not comparable to ordinary doctors? Is he an ordinary doctor?

"Your teacher is also a music student, right? What kind of medical skills does he know, why do you young man..."

Having said that, Hou Wanlin seemed to think of something, and suddenly closed his mouth.

But the doctors around him who supported him hadn't reacted yet, and immediately flattered him at Hou Wanlin's words.

"Young man, you can inquire about it. Our Dean Hou is the authority."

"That's right, you have to choose carefully, otherwise there will be a big problem, and it will be too late if you want to regret it."

"Chen Ping is too young, how dare you ask him to treat you? Are you crazy?"

Meng Qingxin said in a low voice: "My teacher is Professor Zheng Boji from Haicheng Conservatory of Music. He just finished his last piano recital."

As soon as he said this, the scene was suddenly silent.

Those doctors who advised Meng Qingxin to be cautious and belittled Chen Ping just now were all flushed and embarrassed to death.

Hou Wanlin's expression was as ugly as that of a dead relative.

He almost amputated Zheng Boji's leg back then, but it was Chen Ping who turned the tide and saved Zheng Boji's arm.

That was a stain that Hou Wanlin would never erase for the rest of his life, and it was also the cause of the deep hatred between him and Chen Ping.

Chen Ping chuckled: "Why don't you guys talk anymore? Keep talking!"

Seeing that Hou Wanlin was about to be overwhelmed and breathless, Hou Hanpu, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said, "There are still many reporters outside waiting for the consultation results and their respective treatment plans to be announced."

"Since all the patients have been selected, let's proceed to the next step as soon as possible!"

Chen Ping looked at Hou Hanpu.

At this moment, Jing Zeguo introduced to Chen Ping: "This is Hou Hanpu, the lifelong honorary president of our affiliated hospital."

Chen Ping nodded expressionlessly: "I have long admired your name!"

Hou Hanpu was also expressionless, but he was very upset in his heart.

This brat was as arrogant and arrogant as Wan Lin said, with no one in his eyes.

In today's Huaguo medical circle, he can be said to be a living legend.

Even a person like Zhan Youji would respectfully call Hou Lao in front of him, but Chen Ping just passed on as a perfunctory name he had admired for a long time.

Hou Hanpu waved his hand and said, "Stop talking nonsense, let's talk about your respective plans!"

Hou Wanlin first explained the plan he had prepared, and also produced many successful cases as evidence, proving the maturity and feasibility of his plan.

After speaking, he gave Chen Ping a provocative look.

Hou Wanlin didn't believe that Chen Ping could have a cure for this disease, unless he was a Daluo Jinxian who could live and die with human flesh and bones, and then regenerate a lung.

Chen Ping stood up lazily: "Dean Hou has said so much, and there is nothing new about it. I almost fell asleep after hearing it."

Hou Hanpu snorted coldly and said, "Stop being sloppy here, you say his method is nothing new, what about yours?"

Chen Ping walked to the big screen, picked up the laser pointer, pointed to the film on the screen and said: "By implanting an artificial lung to help patients restore full lung function, surgery is required."

Everyone thought what Chen Ping said was nonsense.

Chen Ping continued: "Both patients had their chests opened and a lung removed."

"It's been such a long time, and the chest cavity that lacks a lung has long been covered with hyperplastic tissue."

"In the first step of the operation, these hyperplastic tissues must be removed to make room for the artificial lung."

"Because these tissues are different from normal human tissues, they grow randomly."

"Even if we can see slices now, it's very easy to cut into the aorta or main nerve when cutting."

"You must know that this is the chest cavity, not the arms and legs. If it causes massive bleeding, it cannot be solved by amputation."

The two patients could not understand Chen Ping's words, but all the doctors present did.

He was still burying Hou Wanlin. It was because Hou Wanlin cut the aorta of Zheng Boji's arm that he almost caused amputation.

Chen Ping glanced at Hou Wanlin's ugly face, hehe said with a smile: "Dean Hou, I didn't mean to humiliate you."

Hou Wanlin's face turned even darker.

Chen Ping didn't hold on to Hou Wanlin's braid, but suddenly asked him a question.

"Dean Hou, I have a question. What is the purpose of your artificial lung?"