"Every time, I am strong in loneliness. Every time, even if I am very injured, I will not shine with tears..." Tengge's voice, like a wandering eagle, singing Angela Chang's "Invisible Wings", as if Angela Chang's ankles fell from her teeth.

Comrade Huo Congjun was very happy to hum the song until the nurse took out her cell phone and hung it on his ear.

"Oh, Lao Kang, why did you call me?" Huo Congjun's tone was like a wild eagle meeting a hare, a wild tour guide meeting a wild tourist, and a wild model meeting a wild second generation, all of which were very serious greetings.

The nurse and anesthesiologist both looked up at Huo Congjun.

Today, because it is heart surgery, all the experienced nurses from the surgery department are transferred. Anesthesiologists often give anesthesia to the cardiac department. When I heard the word Director Kang, I still paid some attention.

Huo Congjun gestured to Dr. Zhou with his eyes.

Dr. Zhou understood it and turned around and said, "Let's continue, Director Huo will negotiate."

Foreigner Faulkner didn't care about that much, so he was sure he could continue, so he just pinched the scalpel and slashed it down.

This kind of emergency surgery is the least he needs to worry about, and Faulkner really wants to do this surgery. His technical level, just in terms of liver and stomach, has no room for improvement. It’s not that his technology has reached its peak, but that the peak is too difficult. Faulkner knows that he can’t climb up and has given up.

Of course, the peaks for heart surgery are higher, and Faulkner did not mean to climb. He was very interested.

Anyone who is a surgeon, no matter what department he is from, as long as he has the chance, he usually wants to touch his heart. Of course, those who have the chance to enter orthopedics should become an orthopedic doctor first, but if you have the chance to touch his heart, that is also an excellent choice.

Ling Ran stood opposite Faulkner, just looking at it and not talking, as if he was really preparing to be an assistant.

On Huo Congjun's phone call, Director Kang's voice was loud: "I'm on the way to the hospital. Lao Huo, the amount of surgery in our cardiac surgery department is not large at all, so don't rob it."

"How long will it take for you to arrive?" Huo Congjun looked up at his watch.

"Ten minutes." Director Kang said an approximate number.

"The patient can't wait for you for ten minutes, so let's do it first." Huo Congjun smiled, his head turned around, and signaled the nurse to hang up the phone.

Director Kang shouted loudly on the phone: "Director Huo, I'll arrive in 7 minutes!"

"The patient can't wait for you for seven minutes." Huo Congjun's voice was faint.

"Five minutes, Director Huo!"

"Oh, it's hard to say in five minutes..."

"Director Huo, Director Huo... I can't wait for five minutes... I've stepped on the accelerator to the end."

"Then you step on it a little loosely, don't speed up, something happens again when you look back." Huo Congjun looked at the operation that had begun in front of him, and his tone was elegant: "Everyone does the surgery, it's just a simple heart trauma surgery. You guys are not interested in it anymore."

"I don't care, Director Huo, wait for me for a few minutes and I will arrive. There are only a few people in our cardiac surgery department. What's the point of your surgery..." Director Kang's voice flew out of the microphone and floated in the operating room, like a lonely fart, which was not very popular and strolled in everyone's ears.

However, Huo Congjun had already regarded him as a fart and completely ignored him.

In Yun Medical, cardiac surgery is smaller like sesame seeds. If you want to compare the size, the sesame seeds in hepatobiliary surgery are larger than those in cardiac surgery.

Simply put, Huo Congjun did not do cardiac surgery before because he couldn't do it and no one under his command did it.

As for now, even if it is just a chance to give Ling Ran an assistant or an enlightenment possibility, Huo Congjun doesn't care what Director Kang thinks.

The circuit nurse held her cell phone and whispered: "Director Huo has started the surgery."

The roar came out of the phone unexpectedly.

The traveling nurse carefully hung up her phone, as if this could reduce the responsibility.

"We entered from the left anterior-lateral incision." Faulkner said in English, then looked at Ling Ran, who was an assistant, and asked, "Can you understand?"

Many of the medical vocabulary in the English department are proprietary words. They cannot express their meaning like Chinese, nor can they be aggregated from inherent single words like Chinese.

In this case, some medical words need to be recited in advance and memorized specifically. Foreign doctors who are familiar with hepatobiliary surgery are not familiar with words in cardiac surgery, which is normal.

Ling Ran stood opposite Faulkner and nodded, saying, "It's okay to listen."

"That's good. During the operation, translation cannot be entirely dependent on translation. The accuracy cannot be guaranteed." Faulkner explained, and the translator was honestly translated the content.

Huo Congjun listened more than Ling Ran, and specifically reminded him: "Ling Ran, are you sure you can understand?"

"Confirm." Ling Ran answered very affirmatively. He got so many bottles of energy potions, but there were no more hospital beds available. Except for going out to fly every one or two weeks, the remaining energy potions were only used to look at cases, read papers, and memorize words. For example, Ling Ran had memorized the words required for cardiology several months earlier.

This is also impossible. A person has 8 or even 10 hours more than others a day. If he doesn’t use surgery and study, what else can he do?

Huo Congjun saw that Ling Ran was sure, so he felt relieved. In his impression, Ling Ran was never the kind of person who was swollen and fat. After all, he didn't need to tell lies to gain attention or attention. Anyone who saw Ling Ran would pay enough attention and attention.

"Sternum scissors." Faulkner's style of surgery adheres to the American lineage, opens and closes the patient's sternum in a big way.

Ling Ran's eyes sterned, but he did not object.

Different doctors have different ideas and ways of doing things. Just in terms of exposed thinking, Faulkner's choice is obviously good.

After cutting the sternum, the exposure of the chest cavity is better, and the next surgery will be safest.

As for the patient's postoperative recovery, it must be something that can only be done after surviving.

Ling Ran has always been a priority on exposure, but today's patients have simple heart trauma and their position is quite good. If they are handed over to Ling Ran's master-level heart trauma repair surgery, they can basically do it without cutting the sternum.

Of course, based on the consequences of this surgery, whether to cut the sternum or not is just a trivial matter.

"Pay attention to replenishing blood." Ling Ran followed Faulkner's steps and quickly understood his intentions. He first reminded the anesthesiologist.

The translator standing in the corner followed in English.

Faulkner only looked at Ling Ran and nodded in approval. After seeing Ling Ran's gastrointestinal resection, no one would have any questions about Ling Ran's technique. Now looking at the familiar steps of heart surgery, if such an assistant is more relaxed, the main surgery will be much easier.

Faulkner then did it faster.

Heart surgery is originally a race against time. If he does it faster, the patient's recovery after surgery will be better.

With Ling Ran's cooperation, Faulkner naturally did it smoothly, fast and good.

This surprised Faulkner a little. He was also a person who often saw doctors from other countries. It was natural for doctors from different countries to have different habits.

Ling Ran was able to cooperate with him and even wanted to be ahead of him, which Faulkner had never thought about.

However, Faulkner didn't have time to think about it. He was about to reveal his heart, so he specifically reminded Ling Ran.

At the same time, the door of the operating room was also stepped on.

"I'm here." Director Kang of Yun Medical Cardiac Surgery walked into the operating room panting, with a carefully prepared and flattering smile on his face: "Director Huo, you are suffering."

"It's not tired, it's just a surgery." Huo Congjun returned with a kind smile.

Director Kang was approaching the operating table at this time, and then looked at the open chest cavity, and the weak heart that was as weak as a balloon, and his face was shocked.
Chapter completed!