Chapter 472: A Grand Prize for Weird Patients

"It's obviously derived from ordinary finger replantation... Why does he do it like a brand new operation!"

Academician Dai stared with his eyes wide open, in astonishment.

But before waiting for others to answer, he already had the answer in his mind as the operation progressed.

Xu Qiu's foundation was so solid that even if it was a debridement operation that couldn't be simpler, he could use extremely concise knife skills and cleaning techniques to use several techniques to polish every detail to the extreme.

When simple movements reach a certain level, they are enough to be called art.

Xu Qiu made an operation as smooth and perfect as art. The gap between doctors was vividly reflected in the rise and fall of the knife.

"Maybe it won't take more than ten years, five or six years, and he will be able to stand at the top of hand surgery." Academician Dai looked at Xu Qiu deeply.

He has overestimated Xu Qiu as much as possible, even comparing a 25-year-old doctor with those 70- or 80-year-old hand surgery masters and founders.

Isn't this exaggerated enough?

However, Xu Qiu still exceeded Academician Dai's expectations!

At the age of 25, he has already mastered incomprehensible skills... It is hard to find a second person like him in the whole world!

He seemed to be born for hand surgery.

"Shengde, listen to me, he is the seedling of hand surgery!" Academician Dai finally couldn't hold back, and his love for talent was eager to move, and he even called Wang Shengde affectionately.

Wang Shengde nodded perfunctorily: "Teacher, I understand, I understand. He will definitely change the ecology of hand surgery and even bring hand surgery into a new era, right?"

"What's wrong with your nonchalant tone? I'm not kidding!"

"Teacher, I'm not kidding either. Before you, Academician Chen of hepatobiliary surgery, Professor Lin of bone reconstruction, Academician Shen Hua of neurosurgery, Ma Qin of cardiac surgery, etc., all said exactly the same thing as you."

"..."

Academician Dai took a deep breath, his eyes kept switching between Xu Qiu and the scalpel he held tightly, and finally turned his head away reluctantly, letting out an imperceptible sigh.

Damn, I really want to kidnap Xu Qiu, lock him up and force him to do palm and finger regeneration every day!

...

In addition to the lucky ones who watched on site, the hand surgery conference room was also full of people.

Everyone stared intently at the big screen in front of them, and the picture showed Xu Qiu's tumbling hands.

Each movement was like taking drugs, fast, accurate and fierce.

Everyone could even see the strong lines on the fingers holding the knife.

Expanding the medullary cavity...

Increasing the number of blood vessel cuts...

And the dynamic balance between blood circulation.

These operations that seemed almost impossible to complete in their eyes happened naturally in Xu Qiu's hands, as if it was supposed to be this way.

"Doctor Xu, the best of the best..."

"Damn, this knife technique is like taking a laxative, puff puff, it's done in a flash, it's so refreshing!"

"How many fingers must be replanted to practice this technique?"

"It's obviously muscle memory, I can't even see it, if a normal person wants to do it, it will definitely not be so fast... Doctor Xu is simply relying on the feel and mechanical memory that he has practiced for many years to complete the operation!"

"Not only that, he has made personalized fine-tuning for many details according to the patient's condition. He is very attentive!"

There was a lot of discussion in the conference room, and everyone's faces were replaced by horror, and their respect for Xu Qiu was getting stronger and stronger.

After the operation, the refresher class was completely on track.

Wang Shengde led the team personally, and the director of the hand surgery department, Yue Pan and others served as instructors to support the teaching of the "palm and finger regeneration" surgical project.

After finishing the operation, Xu Qiu immediately closed the door of his office and refused any unnecessary interruptions.

He endured the fatigue of the operation and took a bottle of energy potion. After feeling his energy was restored immediately, he plunged into the simulated operating room.

Now that the refresher course has begun, "Linhai Great Doctor" is also officially on sale.

However, his palm and finger regeneration surgery course book has not been taken out.

This time the time is too urgent, and Xu Qiu has more and more things to do, so he can only take out various free time to try to continuously improve and perfect the operation.

Even so, there is still a distance from 100% completion.

During the practice, the emergency department sent another batch of patients with restaurant gas explosions.

Xu Qiu had previously mastered the "Master Flap Transplantation" and had a lot of research on burns and skin transplantation, so he withdrew from the simulated operating room and quickly organized rescue.

After that, there was another person who fell from a building, another who urinated on an electric wire at a construction site, and another who broke his hand while arm wrestling with someone else.

There was also a family who accidentally poured rat poison into flour and was reluctant to throw it away, thinking that it was just a little bit and it was no big deal, so they diluted it several times and made noodles and sent it over...

After washing the stomach of this family, the other medical staff all had a blaming expression.

But Xu Qiu's eyes revealed a trace of compassion.

"Doctor..."

At this time, the hostess gradually woke up. She was a middle-aged woman with calluses on her hands. As soon as she woke up, tears began to flow. Finally, she raised her weak hands and slapped herself hard.

The nurse was about to ask her why she ate like this, but Xu Qiu stopped her with his hand.

"What's the matter?" He came to the bedside.

"Doctor, I deserve to die. I should have known I shouldn't have bought white flour... We have sweet potatoes at home, why should we eat white flour?" The woman spoke louder and louder, and then her voice turned into tears.

She took out a cloth bag from her pocket while crying, and carefully opened the layers of black cloth wrapped in it. Inside was a roll of crumpled money.

The nurses were all stunned.

The money was in pieces. Those who could receive such loose money were most likely to have low-level "jobs" such as picking up waste.

Moreover, the woman had frostbite on her hands, which was extremely rare in the southern subtropical area of ​​Linhai. You can imagine what kind of life she led.

"I should eat it, not the kids... No, I can't eat the flour I bought with great difficulty..."

The woman's mental state was very unstable, her hands were shaking as she counted the money, but she finally took out a few of the largest bills and raised them to Xu Qiu tremblingly: "Doctor, is it enough, is it enough?"

Her voice was filled with fear and inferiority, and she lowered her head. People living in poverty can never raise their heads in any occasion related to money and price.

Xu Qiu held her hand and stuffed the money back into her palm, with a healing smile on his face: "It's okay, just a gastric lavage. This is your first time here, the hospital will reimburse you, and the next time you come, you will be charged in full."