Surgeons dressed as poor people in the Republic of China

He had met this person once, to be precise, it was the young master once.

It seems that it happened when the young master was just in junior high school. At that time, the young master was the only son of the Ye family. Although Ye Guangyan was indifferent to Zhang Su'e, he still cared about the only son very much.

On the young master's first day in junior high school, Ye Guangyan came to pick him up in person, and even went to visit the teachers at the school, but when they were about to go back, someone hurried over and told Ye Guangyan, "Someone is here."

At that time, the young master didn't know what "someone came from above", he just remembered that his father got into the car in a hurry and took him to the county education bureau.

It was a small brick-red building, and the original owner had a deep memory of that small building. This was the first time he went to the place where his father worked, and it was also the last time.

It was also there that the young master saw the person in front of him.

"Mr. Ye, Lin County built three junior primary schools last year, but the number of students enrolled was only 180 more than in previous years. Assuming that these 180 students were all recruited by the new school, each school only recruited [-] students. the rest."

"Mr. Ye, the country is difficult, but it never saves education funds. People of my generation, as educators, must be worthy of every penny the country spends. I have read your work report, and your reform of educational content is worthwhile. Learning, but education in our country must not only be old-fashioned, but also innovative. As an educator, you must not only be able to write beautiful articles, but also be diligent and down-to-earth to cultivate more and better talents for the country!"

The young master hid at the door of his father's office, watching this man who was two years younger than his father say his father blushed. For the first time, there was a slight crack in the image of a stalwart father in the young master's heart.

"Mr. Zhang, I fully accept your criticism. It is because I focus too much on the educational content and ignore the practice. I will pay attention to it."

This Mr. Zhang glanced at Ye Guangyan and walked out of the office. The young master couldn't dodge and bumped into him head-on. He said, "I only heard that Director Yang has a 12-year-old niece, but I haven't heard of it." There is also a nephew who is about the same age."

Ye Guangyan's face was flushed with embarrassment in an instant, and since that time, the young master had fewer chances to see his father.

"Uncle Shen, you are here." The man greeted Shen Lai respectfully.

Shen Lai nodded to him, "Junwen, what are you doing standing up?"

"Come on, let me introduce you, Ye Yibai, my student, is also from Hangzhou, this time I brought him here to recognize him," Shen Lai said.

"Hello Mr. Zhang, Mr. Zhang." Ye Yibai greeted politely.

Zhang Yan, that is, the old Mr. Zhang with the bald head waved his hands, "Minghe's students are my students, just call him Uncle Zhang, and Jun Wenna, you can call him brother."

Dr. Ye Da was strangely silent for a second before he opened his mouth and said, "Uncle Zhang, brother."

It's not that Dr. Ye is hypocritical, it's just that if the patient is an elder, he will have scruples when saying certain things, such as...

Ye Yibai glanced past the cigarette butts all over the floor under Zhang Yan's reclining chair, he was not angry, he is not your patient yet.

Zhang Yan laughed loudly when he heard the words, "Okay, I have an extra nephew, which is worth celebrating. Come on, let's change the music, let's change to "Hundred Years of Chaofeng", one, two, three! Come on!"

The deafening suona sound mixed with the weak piano sound stimulated the cerebral cortex of everyone present over and over again.

"Okay! Stop it!" Zhang Junwen suddenly yelled.

The music stopped abruptly.

"Xiao Xu, let these people leave first." He turned his head and said to the servant next to him.

The servant hurriedly nodded and led the artists on stage to leave.

"Who are you going to go? Did I let you go? Who is in charge of this family!"

Hearing this, the boy stopped in place, looked at Zhang Yan and then at Zhang Junwen, looking a little at a loss.

"Father, Uncle Shen and Yibai are here, can you restrain yourself?"

"Restraint?" Zhang Yan stood up with difficulty, the veins on his face were exposed, "You have finally told the truth, do you think I am ashamed?"

"Yes, I'm a useless person now. It hurts when I move, and it hurts when I don't move. The doctor said that my leg is going to be cut off, cut it off!" Mr. Zhang said, his voice became crying, "My leg From Guangzhou to Beijing, the Northern Expedition was carried out step by step, and it would be better to cut off my head than to cut it off!"

Then, he went to get cigarettes again.

The courtyard was so quiet that only Zhang Yan's breathing was heard. Zhang Junwen's eyes were red, and he took off his glasses to wipe his eyes. Vice President Shen also remained silent.

The end of the hero, but that's all.

Seeing Shen Lai's sad and helpless appearance, Dr. Ye sighed lightly, and he said that his emotions and seniority would only affect the speed of his knife.

"I'll go and have a look." Ye Yibai said to Shen, but before Shen could reply, he had already walked up to Zhang Yan.

"If you still want your legs to grow on your body, don't smoke it." Dr. Ye took the cigarette in Zhang Yan's hand under Zhang Yan's astonished gaze.

"Does the leg hurt even when it's not moving now?" He squatted down, pressed Zhang Yan's leg, and raised his head to ask.

Zhang Yan:? ? ?

The grief and indignation in Zhang Yan's heart was greatly diluted by Ye Yibai's squatting. He turned his head and asked Shen Lai, "Old Shen, what do you mean by your student?"

Vice President Shen also had a helpless face, didn't they all agree to take a look first, why did he look so aboveboard, how did this make him happy.

If it can't be round, it simply won't be round.

"Old Zhang, I specially invited Dr. Ye over to look at your legs, he..."

Before Shen Lai finished speaking, Zhang Yan burst into laughter, "Just this melon? Old Shen, you can find someone who looks like you when you go to the doctor in such a hurry!"

Melon cotyledon Yibai: ...

When old man Zhang was smiling happily, Dr. Ye pressed down on a certain part of his leg.

"Ah!" A shrill scream sounded in the Zhang family's courtyard.

"This sound is not much better than suona." Ye Yibai sighed very sincerely.

Shen Lai: ...

Zhang Junwen: ...

Artists in the yard: ...

Seeing this, Zhang Junwen waved his hands at the young servant, who immediately understood and led the artists down.

"Chen Lai! Shen Minghe! What a little bastard you brought! It hurts, it hurts! Take it easy!"

"Hey, why are you taking off my shoes!"

The leather shoes were taken off, and a ecstasy smell rushed over his face, Ye Yibai stood up abruptly.

After turning around and taking two breaths of fresh air, he said, "Rutherford is grade 4, no local ulcers and gangrene have appeared, and can be operated on."

Originally, he should also check Zhang Yan's femoral artery, popliteal artery, posterior tibial artery and dorsal pedis artery, but forgive him for temporarily forgetting the great duty of a doctor when he smells the ecstasy, let him take it easy.

Shen Lai's eyes lit up when he heard the words, "Are you sure?"

Ye Yibai was silent for a minute, "Five points." Without ultrasound or CT, it is indeed difficult to determine the surgical location based on experience, and there is also the problem of antibiotics. Surgery without antibiotics is like rock climbing without safety ropes. Great athletes will accidentally step on the air.

"Five points, five points is already very good." Shen Lai looked at Zhang Yan with burning eyes, "Five points are sure, do you want to do it?"

do?

what to do

Zhang Yan looked confused, he looked at his legs, then at Ye Yibai and Shen Lai?

"Move... the knife?"

"The body, hair and skin are the parents, I don't move!" Zhang Yan raised his chest in a half-lying position.

Ye Yibai: ...

"Okay, don't move. Let's go back then." Ye Yibai said to Shen.

Shen Lai was so angry that he jumped up and down, old stubborn and young wild, he felt that he was not human at both ends.

"Parents who still have body, hair, skin, skin and skin! I don't know how much ink you have in your stomach! Do you know what this means? Your hair was also cut, and your body is covered with injuries. According to what you say, uncle and aunt will be so angry!"

Zhang Yan lowered his head and did not speak.

Zhang Junwen looked at Shen Lai and Ye Yibai, and asked, "Uncle Shen, are you doing the surgery?"

Shen Lai wanted to say that he originally planned to let Ye Yibai see Zhang Yan's situation, and then go to Huaning Hospital in Hangzhou to meet with his old classmates for a consultation, determine the operation plan, and then find an experienced surgeon.

But looking at Ye Yibai's appearance just now, Shen Lai had a premonition that Ye Yibai could do this operation.

It was a hunch from the surgeon.

The self-confidence in the face of illness cannot be faked. Shen Lai had a hunch that Ye Yibai might be the most suitable person for this operation.

But using a premonition to convince myself and Zhang's father and son, let Ye Yibai, an intern, perform the operation, which is too unbelievable.

"I'll do it." Before Shen Lai could reply, Ye Yibai had already said, "Other doctors do a lot of arterial resection for you, which can relieve the pain, but it can only relieve the pain. Risking inflammation to get a doctor The possibility of remission is not cost-effective. I do it, bypass grafting, intercepting other arteries to replace your blocked arteries, if successful, it can restore your leg function to the greatest extent, and of course there is a risk of inflammation.”

Ye Yibai was silent for two seconds, and added, "Inflammation may be life-threatening."

Zhang Junwen clenched his right hand, and asked in a dry voice, "A doctor said that my father had to amputate..."

Ye Yibai glanced at him, and explained very patiently: "Your father is now at Rutherford level 4, and when he reaches level 6, the function of his feet will no longer be preserved."

"Doctor Ye? Maybe I should call you that. I wonder if Uncle Shen has introduced the identity of my father to you. My father is a major general. If something happens to my father during the operation..."

Ye Yibai frowned, "Does the major general not sign the pre-operative notification letter after surgery? If you don't sign, you won't have surgery. I think it's common sense."