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Chapter 6 Preparing for Surgery

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"Our hospital has many good experts in brain surgery, neurosurgery and thoracic surgery. Otherwise, let them come for consultation first and discuss a surgical plan, right?"

Yue Zimin's suggestion was understandable, but Zhang Wenzhong shook his head and refused. He said, "I don't have time to come for consultation. I just said that the surgery of the two of them must be completed within 45 minutes! If the operation has not been completed after time, they will be dead if they are exhausted and the light is exhausted."

Yue Zimin was still a little hesitant. After all, this was not a trivial matter, but a major matter related to the lives of two people. If his choice was wrong, it would inevitably lead to the death of the two injured. Therefore, the pressure he was under at this moment was unimaginable to ordinary people.

Yue Zimin did not hesitate for too long. Ten seconds later, he made a decision and said resolutely: "I'm going to ask someone to prepare for the operating room. Do you have any other requirements?"

Seeing that Yue Zimin made the right choice, Zhang Wenzhong laughed and said, "There are no other requirements for the complete set of surgical instruments, other than that."

"This is no problem. We should have prepared it." Yue Zimin nodded, immediately took out his cell phone, dialed a number. After giving a few instructions and hung up the phone, he started to direct the doctors and nurses of the emergency department to send the two seriously injured people to the designated operating room.

At this time, Chen Jian didn't dare to follow Zhang Wenzhong. In his eyes, Zhang Wenzhong turned into a devil in human skin. He couldn't even hide, so how could he appear in front of Zhang Wenzhong again? Who knows that this guy has any strange witchcraft?

On the way to the operating room, Yue Zi, who was nervous, took the opportunity to ask: "Mr. Zhang, are you sure about this operation? Can you really complete these two extremely difficult operations in 45 minutes? Such a difficult operation, even if the chief physician of our hospital comes to do it personally, it will probably take several hours to complete any one, and I can't guarantee that the operation will definitely be successful."

"I thought, Mr. Yue, you won't ask me this question." Hearing Yue Zimin's inquiry, Zhang Wenzhong couldn't help but laugh and replied confidently: "Don't worry, I'm full of confidence. Oh, by the way, I suddenly remembered that I had another request and forgot to say it."

After hearing Zhang Wenzhong's words, Yue Zimin felt a little relieved. He immediately expressed his opinion: "If you have any requests, just ask them. As long as you can save these two seriously injured people, no matter what requests you make, our hospital will do our best to meet you."

"Don't be so exaggerated." Zhang Wenzhong laughed, raised his index finger on his right hand and said, "When performing the operation, I need an assistant, an assistant who will not cause me trouble. Even if his ability is not very good, it doesn't matter. As long as he can obey my instructions and not cause me trouble."

Yue Zimin thought about it and passed the surgeons in the hospital one by one in his mind, but he really couldn't imagine that anyone would be the assistant of Zhang Wenzhong, an unknown strange boy, willing to obey his instructions. This result made Yue Zimin feel a little embarrassed. Finally, he simply recommended himself: "Let me be your assistant. I promise to obey your instructions and will not cause trouble for you."

Zhang Wenzhong turned his head and looked at Yue Zimin, and said in surprise: "Old Yue, aren't you kidding me? You are an authoritative person in the domestic medical field. Even I, a young boy, have heard of your reputation. Wouldn't you really want to demote yourself and be my assistant, right?"

"Don't say that there are no identity or identity, those are false names. My essence is a doctor. No matter how famous I have, I am just a doctor." Yue Zimin's expression when he said this seemed very solemn. He looked straight into Zhang Wenzhong's eyes and said seriously: "The most important thing now is to save people. As long as you have the ability to save them, let alone let me be your assistant, even if I ask me to hand over equipment and wipe sweat, I will not refuse."

Yue Zimin's answer was a bit beyond Zhang Wenzhong's expectations, but it also made him very satisfied. Through Yue Zimin's eyes, Zhang Wenzhong knew that what he said was true and did not lie.

"Old Yue, you are different from other doctors. You are a real doctor, not a commercial doctor." Zhang Wenzhong also looked straight into Yue Zimin's eyes and said sincerely.

"Thank you. I think this is the best praise and affirmation I have ever heard in my life." Yue Zimin replied with a smile.

After strictly disinfecting the disinfection room and putting on sterile surgical gowns, Zhang Wenzhong and Yue Zimin walked into the operating room they had just prepared. Two endangered seriously injured people had been sent in long ago. In addition, there were eight nurses wearing light green nurse uniforms who were busy preparing for preoperative work in the operating room.

As soon as he walked into the operating room, Yue Zimin asked, "Thank you all for your hard work, are you all ready?"

"Everything is ready, and the surgery can be performed at any time." Lin Min, the 40-year-old head nurse, raised her head and replied.

"Very good." Yue Zimin nodded with satisfaction.

Lin Min asked curiously: "Vice President Yue, are you planning to perform surgery on them personally? I just checked it. The injuries of both of them are very serious. Should I call a few more surgeons over?"

"No need, if there are too many people, it will only cause trouble." Zhang Wenzhong replied calmly. He didn't look at the nurses, and quickly walked to the two operating tables and checked the current injuries of the two seriously injured people.

Zhang Wenzhong's attitude and actions made Lin Min frown slightly. She has been the head nurse in Yongcheng Hospital for several years. She can be regarded as a very capable senior head nurse, otherwise she would not have been transferred to assist Yue Zimin. The chief physicians of various departments are very polite in front of her. So after seeing Zhang Wenzhong's indifferent attitude and extraordinary actions, she said that she was not angry, which is absolutely fake.

But Lin Min is more likely to hide her emotions. Seeing that Yue Zimin didn't even scold the young man, she couldn't say anything. Soon, her frown slightly stretched out and said with something in her words: "Vice Dean Yue, is this a new student you are in charge? Haha, she is so young and energetic."

Yue Zimin quickly shook his head and said, "I am not qualified to be Mr. Zhang's teacher. I am here to be my assistant this time. He is the chief surgeon of these two surgeries."

"What?"

Not only was Lin Min shocked, but all the nurses in the operating room looked at Zhang Wenzhong in surprise. They were all wondering if they had heard it wrong. Yue Zimin, a well-known medical community in the country, would actually serve as an assistant to an unknown young doctor. Is such an outrageous thing really possible? Isn't this a dream?
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