The main purpose of Kawei's amputation is to make Li Ben live well. It doesn't matter whether it hurts or not, at least people must live.

At the same time, I also disgusted the theater.

With the hardware configuration of the surgical theater, there is only one wooden table and a rest and preparation room. I’m sorry for the part of the ticket he took away. Modern hospitals can provide sterile operating rooms, various cleaned surgical instruments, and there is nothing here, which is equivalent to making money from nothing.

But all Kawei can do is disgusting people, and the hospital is the one who really needs to go against the theater.

As long as the surgical expansion is completed and there is a venue, the hospital will be able to get the right to perform the operation of its own surgery. At that time, Kawei will definitely be the signboard and the right to negotiate prices with the hospital. There is room for discussion on how to renovate, how to add equipment, and how to select patients and audiences in the future.

Of course, this kind of thing can only take it slowly.

He is now more interested in Hills' patients than in the operating room reform.

The original chronic abdominal pain seemed strange.

Chronic abdominal pain is often not severe, and it will pass after a moment of endurance, but the patient still agrees to the operation, which means that the symptoms have reached an unbearable point. Now, when I go on stage, I have a severe cough again, and Kawei has a bad premonition.

"The patient is in the preparation room?" Kavey asked, "Can you take me to see?"

Hills has been an assistant for Ignaz for so many years, and finally managed to be the leader of his family and would definitely not want anyone to interfere. So when Kawei was about to intervene, he decisively refused: "No, Doctor Kawei, that's my patient."

"I know, I just look."

"Nothing good to look at." Hills's words on the stage were fair, but once he met Kawei, his words were full of hostility, "I saw it after the operation began."

"Oh well."

Considering Hills' ability, Kawei wanted to help make a diagnosis first, and did not want the patient to get a knife for no reason. Since the other party refused, he would not force it. He quickly put away the cleaning tools and took Begter and the others to leave the surgical theater.

He needs to go back to the hospital and hand over the key points of nursing care with the nurse to prevent Li Ben from having an incision infection after surgery, and then go back to the theater to watch the operation with Ignaz.

Alphons is most concerned about Li Ben's physical condition: "Is it intercepted?"

"Yes, you must intercept it, otherwise you won't be able to survive." Kawei said, seeing his worried look, "Don't you have a grudge against him, why are you so worried?"

Alphons said: "I just worry that he won't survive. After all, amputation will kill people. If there is no one, who will I go to for a duel?"

"It's still a duel, and my legs are gone." Kavey said with a smile, "You'd better break the duel as soon as possible."

"Well? It's enough to have hands for the duel, it has nothing to do with the legs." Alphons didn't take this seriously at all. "The weapon of the duel is not only sword, but also swords and guns. When his wounds heal, he will put him in a wheelchair, and we will fight each one with one shot!"

Kawei was stunned for a moment, and then realized that when he first came, he was hitting a large-caliber gun on his waist.

He was so kind that he couldn't persuade him. Now he didn't want to waste his saliva. He patted Alphons on the shoulder and said, "I won't be your assistant by then, so you should ask for another clever one."

"No, if you fight with a gun, you must have two assistants."

"If you slip away, I will have to take the blame. I won't do such a thing." Kavey took himself clean, but he did not lose the responsibility that a close friend should have. "I will be a field doctor and watch the show next to me. No matter who is injured, I can be sent to the hospital in a carriage."

"This is a good idea." Alphons looked at Li Ben, who had just been woken up by the nurse and grinned in pain, "Can he really survive?"

"Don't worry, it's okay."

At 10 a.m., the audience began to enter the theater one after another.

For non-medical professionals, the name and purpose of the operation are second-hand, and fun and exciting are the most important. Hills's belly-opening detection gave them the feeling of opening a blind box, so even if it was ranked in the morning, there were still many people supporting them.

There were more surgeons, apprentices and medical students on the scene. In addition to seeing Hills' premiere after going to Graz Hospital, they were mainly greedy for the morning ticket price.

Half an hour later, the host of the theater took the stage and began to briefly introduce today's surgeon: "Ladies and gentlemen, the next person to play is the representative of the younger generation of Austrian surgeons, Professor Ignaz's favorite student, and the current pillar of the surgery department of Graz Hospital: Dr. Hills Guderian."

Hills pushed open the door and walked forward quickly with a smile on his face:

"Thank you, host. Today I want to bring you a strange patient with abdominal pain. He has been intermittent abdominal pain for more than three months, has constipation at times and has a particularly poor appetite. After receiving treatment from the doctors in our hospital, the symptoms did not relieve the slightest. I considered the possibility of intraperitoneal tumors and prepared to do an abdominal examination.

Now, today's patient is invited: Mr. Edward Sterling."

As soon as the words were finished, the two assistants pushed the wheelchair and sent the patient to the theater.

"Mr. Edward is 32 years old and is a serious and responsible tailor. The clothes I wear is from his skills." Hills said, "It's a pity that he has been suffering from abdominal pain for a long time and is in pain. In addition, he has coughed and phlegm recently, and he doesn't even touch his pipe."

After saying that, he lifted the blanket on the patient's body, revealing Edward's thin body.

A big man of 1.8 meters, with long tan curly hair, and his torso and limbs were very thin. He actually needed the support of an assistant to go to the operating table. There was a sigh in the audience. But if he recorded this sound and listened carefully repeatedly, he might hear a confusing voice with the opposite tone inside.

Others couldn't hear it clearly, but Ignaz, who was sitting beside him, could understand it. He looked at Kavi at hand and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

"Teacher, I think there is something wrong with this patient."

Ignaz wondered: "Of course there is a problem, otherwise I wouldn't have been sent here for a belly-opening investigation."

"No, the problem I'm talking about is not that problem, but this." Kawei was thinking about the differential diagnosis of a bunch of abdominal pain. When he realized that he was talking, he quickly changed his mouth, "The patient is about the same height as mine, but he is very thin all over. The teacher can see his belly. Isn't it a bit strange?"

"Belly?" Ignaz narrowed his eyes slightly, and understood what he meant, "It seems to be a little strange."

Edward's arms and legs were thin, but his stomach was a little bulging.

I just sat in a wheelchair and couldn't see clearly. When I stood up straight, I felt a sense of incongruity.

Unfortunately, he was short-lived and he quickly lay on the operating table. His lying posture and loose abdominal skin hid all the bulge just now. Looking at it now, Edward's belly is similar to that of ordinary people, nothing special.

Kawei had a bad premonition after hearing the symptoms before. Now, after seeing the patient's appearance, he had a thin figure, a pale complexion, cough, abdominal pain, and abdomen, and his premonition was basically confirmed.

At this time, someone started to start, took out a 10-crown note and said with a smile: "Since it's an open-abdominal investigation, why not guess what's inside before the operation begins?"

This proposal hit the thoughts of the audience around him, and suddenly several sounds came out: I guess it must be a tumor, and the huge tumor should be colon and colon cancer!"

"I guess it's an intestinal obstruction."

"I guess it's chronic appendicitis, which has become suppurated and has formed an inflammatory mass."

".Don't be anxious, don't be anxious, let me remember it." The man took out a pen and scribble on it, "One person has 10 kroners, and the winning prize pool is equally divided."

"Interesting! I guess hepatitis!"

"Give it, 10 kroner, I guess cholecystitis!"

"Gastric enteritis!"

"I guess it's a tumor, but it should be a tumor in the small intestine."

More and more people are participating. Some are answered after careful consideration, while others are bored to join in the fun. Anyway, it doesn’t matter whether you win or lose, it just thinks it’s fun.

They respected the regulations in the theater, adhered to the gentlemanly etiquette he should have, and tried to lower his voice as much as possible. However, there were too many people discussing on the spot, which finally caused Hills' dissatisfaction: "Everyone, the operation has begun, please try to restrain your impulses and keep quiet."

Everyone finally became a little converging, but the volume was just about it, and the blind guessing box became more intense.

"My 10 kroner is, I think it's stomach cancer."

"I'm taking hepatitis!"

"Where are there so many tumors? I'll choose gastroenteritis."

“Chronic diarrhea.”

"What kind of diarrhea! He is obviously constipated, do you say diarrhea?"

"Uh, sorry, then you have intestinal obstruction!"

Ignaz was not involved, and scoffed at this unfounded and playful speculation: "When is it now, can you be more serious!"

"I'm idle, I'm idle, why don't you guess one too, professor?"

"Yes, guess one."

"We are not good enough, and it depends on you in the end."

Ignaz was urged to have no choice but to take out his pocket and handed out a 10-kron bill: "I also think it's a tumor, and the specific location is hard to say."

"I must say a location!"

"Yes, there must be a location, otherwise there will be too many people with tumors."

"Must say?" Ignaz thought for a long time and finally got the answer, "Then let's have the small intestine."

"Okay, small intestinal tumor +1!!!"

At this time, Hills had already taken the surgery. With the help of his assistant, he gently cut the skin and learned how Kawei looked, and performed anatomical separation and hemostasis layer by layer: "Today's surgery, we will start by segmenting the epidermis."

This was the first time that Kawei saw his operation so "delicate", and couldn't help but smile: "Teacher, what's wrong with Hills today? Cut the skin so carefully."

Ignaz was inexplicably missing 10 kroners and felt a little uncomfortable, so he thought of Rakawi going into the water together: "Stop reading, what about your answer?"

"Hmm? What's the answer?"

"What exactly is in this patient's belly? Our answers are all said, you haven't said it yet."

At this moment, everyone remembered that Kavi had not participated in it yet, so they couldn't help but cheer: "Even Teacher Ignaz has participated, Doctor Kavi has to guess one."

"Yes, I have to guess one."

"10 kron?" Kavi didn't feel good about refuting their face and took out the money from his wallet, "I guess it's water."

"water?"

"Why is water?"

"Can you fill your stomach with water?"

The medical level of the audience in the field was uneven. Only a few doctors who really understood him had experienced many clinical cases. Kawi did not give the reason because the explanation could not keep up with Hills' knife, so he could only give a rough color first: "Well, it's just a stomach full of yellow-green water."

At this time Ignaz understood what he meant: "Are you talking about ascites?"

"Yes, ascites," said Kavey. "I haven't touched the patient's stomach, but from the visual volume, it's estimated that it's 200-400ml."
To be continued...