"Ene gel."

Ling Ran's order came from his side.

Wu Honglang was stunned for a moment and turned around quickly.

Bioprotein glue is applied to the liver section to promote healing. In other words...

Wu Honglang looked closely and found that it was true. On the operating table, a small piece of Li Wankui's liver had been cut off and placed on a stainless steel plate.

The red and sticky liver chunks, like shit-like stones, would be placed in the supermarket, and the difference would make the staff of the Consumer Association cry.

"This..." Wu Honglang's voice trembled.

I watched the liver removal person for more than an hour, but the most important process of liver removal was not seen. What kind of mood is this?

It's like you have tried your best to make someone else's mistress in a hotel, spend a huge amount of money to get a luxurious suite, and even open the champagne, but because of time management, you can only take a sip and then hurry back to the hospital for surgery.

"This is too fast." Wu Honglang thought to himself. Even if he is a male dog, he can't save time so much.

I stretched my head and looked at the surgical area, and saw Ling Ran’s deep knots tied out, and the abdominal cavity was already beautiful like a science fiction world.

Dingdong.

This time, Wu Honglang's cell phone rang.

"I'm sorry." Wu Honglang quickly apologized, took out his cell phone, and was stunned.

He couldn't help but look up at Dean Zhou, and saw that the latter seemed to be smiling and couldn't help feeling helpless.

If you want to say it, Wu Honglang has always been a fierce, arrogant, confident and none of them cares about his personality. Not to mention how he was when he was young and frivolous, even now, he usually faces his peers with an aggressive attitude, but he just doesn't like Huo Congjun like him.

Despite this, Wu Honglang is hard to be polite when facing other surgeons. He kept saying "sorry" because he looked down on the other party and really thought he had done something wrong.

Wu Honglang pinched his cell phone and smiled at Dean Zhou with self-deprecating: "I'm old, I have to be a little more sleek."

"When I spoke just now, I didn't see you being slick." Dean Zhou said with a smile: "I answered the phone."

Wu Honglang smiled helplessly, looked back at the operating table, and reluctantly stepped on the door of the operating room.

If he was in the operating room of his own hospital, he would have picked it up on the spot. If it were the operating room of other ordinary doctors, he would definitely not be so particular.

But in an operating room where hepatitis elimination surgery is being performed in a bloodless field, regardless of whether Wu Honglang and Ling Ran have affiliation or whether the other party has power, Wu Honglang is embarrassed to pick up the phone directly and "hehehe".

The airtight door in the operating room opens and then closes.

Wu Honglang pinched his phone and went to the corridor, then pressed the answer button and said, "I was in the operating room just now."

"Well, after we read your text message, we discussed it a few times. Now Jack and the others are in the conference room." A voice of good words came from the phone, polite and refused thousands of miles away.

Wu Honglang responded and made a move.

"Doctor Wu, is the operation over?" Asked questions followed one after another from the other end of the phone.

Wu Honglang said: "Not yet."

"As far as we know, the operation speed of this Dr. Ling Ranling is very fast. The average time for hepatectomy is not more than 90 minutes. Now the operation has been performed for more than 90 minutes. Is there any problem with the operation?"

"No."

"So, is there any update changing now?"

"The part of the liver damage has been removed, that is to say, the main steps of the surgery have been completed, and the next is the final stage..."

“Is the surgery successful?”

"Yes. But not finished."

"But do you think the surgery will be successful?"

Wu Honglang hesitated for a few seconds and said, "If there is no major accident, it should be successful."

"How much is the probability of success? I mean, if Mr. Li Wankui's body is required to restore to work, how long does it take, how long does it take to return to normal conditions, how long does it take, and how much probability is it?" The questions on the other end of the phone were one after another, not so much about the surgical process, but rather about the prognosis of Li Wankui.

Wu Honglang knew what they meant, and thought about it seriously and said, "I can't say how long and how much probability it is, but from my personal experience and cognition, I think Li Wankui can participate in the work in a small amount within half a month, and in about one or two months, he can return to a relatively normal situation."

"Your guess is very bold." Another male voice rang out: "Mr. Wu Honglang, if we make a decision based on this, you know, this involves a lot of money."

Wu Honglang said indifferently: "You want me to give professional advice, I will give it. If you don't believe it, wait until the operation is completely completed."

"This...time is money... Of course it's not that I don't believe you, of course it's not." I replied twice on the other end of the phone before I stopped sensitively.

"I'll hang up the phone if it's okay." Wu Honglang said.

"Okay, thank you for your hard work."

Wu Honglang En said, closed his cell phone and glanced at his mouth disdainfully.

Although he collected money to do things, Wu Honglang was too lazy to do anything to do for these capitalists. If the other party had not given too much, how could he bend down as the chief physician?

Wu Honglang did not immediately answer the operating room, but looked in through the round glass on the operating room door.

The round glass on the airtight door of the operating room is two normal people, or one-third of the size of a big head like Lei Jiayin. When you look inside from the outside, you can just see the scene on the operating table.

Wu Honglang's hospital also has similar round glass. Sometimes he would watch the work of the little doctor inside from the outside.

Looking at it today, Wu Honglang has a unique feeling in his heart.

laugh.

President Zhou turned around and saw Wu Honglang and stepped on the door of the operating room: "Lao Wu, what's wrong?"

"There are talents in the country generation." Wu Honglang smiled and said, "To be honest, the shadow of the famous tree. I used to hear that your doctor Yun's liver and gallbladder were rushing upwards, but I didn't expect it to be so high."

President Zhou glanced at Wu Honglang suspiciously and warned again: "Don't try to poach people, you can't poach them either."

"What are you digging? Let me introduce you to a patient." Wu Honglang changed the subject and said, "I'll do it with Dr. Ling, so that's OK."

Dean Zhou smiled: "Stealing the teacher? Then you have to line up."

"The main thing is this little patient." Wu Honglang coughed twice and said, "It was also the early liver cancer I was admitted to the hospital two days ago. I was 14 years old and found during a physical examination. This little patient is the child of a friend of mine. I was also hesitating when I was sent to our hospital as soon as possible."

"The condition is very complicated?" President Zhou asked unexpectedly: "At the age of 14, he has early liver cancer, so it shouldn't be very serious."

"The main reason is that his family is quite special." Wu Honglang hesitated for two seconds and said again: "The grandfather, grandma, grandfather, and his mother of this little patient are all liver cancer. He also has an older brother on him. He found liver cancer when he was 24 or 25 years old. All of them were surgery I did..."

Dean Zhou stared at Wu Honglang blankly.

"The longest one is his grandfather, he has lived for seven years." Wu Honglang sighed: "I just thought, should I make some changes?"
Chapter completed!