Chen Qi’s surgery was successful.

Patient Zhang Xiaodong's broken arm is no longer in his leg, but has been transplanted to his arm. He can resume exercise in six weeks.

Mao Chunmu saw this with his own eyes and could not fake it, which made Dean Mao feel that the matter was difficult.

Mao Chunmu knew it, Wu Jianlin also knew it, and then hand surgeons across the country knew that the Yuezhong Fourth Hospital had successfully completed the world's first amputated limb allograft replantation.

The significance of this operation is definitely no less than that of the first limb transplantation invented by Yuan Taichu, because both made the impossible possible.

Wu Jianlin was anxious to contact his senior brothers, and was a little confused for a while.

Deng Changxi was completely speechless in his heart. He couldn't understand why this little plastic surgeon suddenly became interested in plastic surgery? How could he succeed in one go?

Where does this really make sense?

"Second Senior Brother, what should we do now?"

"We can only wait."

"Wait, why wait? Chen Qi's surgery was successful, and he will definitely start publicizing it later, and the local government should be happy to see the success."

"Then we can only wait until he makes his move before we can take him out. Otherwise, what else can we do now?"

"But, but..."

"There is nothing to say. Chen Qi's surgery was successful. Even if the local government cooperates with the publicity, it is limited to the local area. As long as they go out of Yuezhong, if they want to publicize it, they must first need certification from the National Society of Hand Surgery. To publish the paper, we must

approval.

Lao Wu, I see that the older you get, the more impatient you become. Without the certification from our Society of Hand Surgery, his surgery would not be recognized by the country. He did not say it would be successful. Don’t forget that these days, local

There are too many frauds."

Wu Jianlin suddenly had a flash of inspiration,

"Yes, this kind of thing is true and false, false and true. It is not recognized by the highest medical association and cannot be certified as a hand surgery. His surgery is a pheasant surgery."

Deng Changxi put down the phone and really wanted to throw the teacup down in anger.

"Old Wu, hurry up and inform everyone of the meeting. We have discussed a detailed surgical plan. We must ensure that our foster care surgery is a success at the first time, otherwise it will be too late."

In the ward of Yuezhong Fourth Hospital

Zhang Agen, Zhang Xiaodong's mother and a group of villagers were all very happy when they saw with their own eyes that a hand had grown on Xiaodong's arm.

A villager was still bragging to his companions:

"Did you see that I personally wrapped Xiaodong's arm in mud from the creek bottom and sent it to the hospital? Now that he is alive, I have half of the credit."

"It's amazing. With Chen Zhongzhong here, there will no longer be people missing arms or legs."

"That's right, Chen Zhongzhong is really the Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva who saves the suffering."

The villagers were talking a lot, but Zhang Agen was a little worried. As a "common man", he was not afraid. Anyway, things would get troubled, and the law would not hold everyone accountable.

But Chen Qi is different. He is a member of the system. The grassroots are fighting against their superiors. This crime may be big or small, but he will not let it go.

"Chen Qi, what are you going to do next? Will your superiors deal with you?"

Yan Shifan was unconvinced: "Uncle Agen, our Deputy Chen's operation was successful. The superiors should give rewards, so why are they still dealing with it?"

Chen Qi smiled:

"We are successful just because we say we are successful? Without recognition from the National Society of Hand Surgery, no colleagues coming for on-site inspections, and no papers being published, we have no say in whether the operation is successful or not. They have the final say."

Yan Shifan and Zhang Agen were both surprised:

"Then what should we do? Now that we are in the ring, how can they still recognize that our operation is successful? What should we do now?"

Chen Qi shrugged: "Now we can only wait..."

Everyone is waiting. The National Society of Hand Surgery, headed by Wei Cheng and Deng Changxi, is waiting for the certification application sent by Chen Qi, as well as the papers he wants to publish.

Waiting to slap Chen Qi in the face.

At the same time, I am also waiting for the successful operation of fostering the amputated limb on my hand.

And Chen Qi is also waiting for the World Congress of the West German International Surgical Society in September.

To this end, Chen Qi went to Vietnam-China Television Station to ask the directors there to help re-edit the surgical video, and he also started writing a thesis.

As a result, people from the Domestic Hand Surgery Association waited and waited, but did not wait for Chen Qi’s certification application.

However, Chen Qi has already arrived in Shanghai and is preparing to go to West Germany with the Chinese delegation.

The doctors who will go abroad to participate in the CS conference this time need to be certified by the CS conference organizing committee, and they need to be influential doctors internationally or in various countries to participate.

It's not something that self-certified Dog and Cat doctors from a certain country can get, so not many doctors go to West Germany.

Doctors from China who attended the meeting were Professor Ning Mengzhu from the Department of Neurosurgery, Professor Zeng Xuexun from the Department of Thoracic Surgery, Professor Lu Hezai from the Department of Urology, and Professor Wei Cheng from the Department of Hand Surgery.

In addition, there is Chen Qi’s idol, Professor Wu Mengchao. Mr. Wu is a member of the International Society of Surgery, a secondary medical society affiliated to CS, and the vice president of the International Society of Hepatobiliary Surgery.

In addition, among a group of old men, there was also a young man, Chen Qi, director of the International Cleft Lip and Palate Society.

In particular, there are currently only two doctors in China, Wu Mengchao and Chen Qi, serving in relevant international medical societies. Those who belong to the CS conference are automatically qualified to participate.

Several other experts participating in the conference need to submit their materials to the CS conference, and they will be allowed to participate only after review by the conference. This is strictly certified.

In the Hujiang Hotel, Chen Qi had been standing at the door of the conference room, looking around in the corridor, looking very anxious.

Today is the day for all participating professors to register. When he thought that he could see the real-life version of Professor Wu for the first time, Chen Qi was so excited that he couldn't sleep all night.

In his previous life, when Chen Qi became a junior doctor in the Department of Hepatobiliary Surgery after graduation, Professor Wu was still alive and could perform surgeries on stage at the age of 97. He was a very impressive person.

But back then, Chen Qi was just one of many inconspicuous doctors in China. He had no chance to meet Professor Wu, let alone become his student. He was not qualified.

Medicine is a technical job. As an ordinary doctor, if you only worship those technical masters, it has nothing to do with the mentality of adding more dogs.

While Chen Qi was waiting impatiently, a group of people came up from the stairwell. Just by looking at their temperament, you could tell they were intellectuals.

Chen Qi was just a newbie in the medical circle. Naturally, he didn’t recognize any of the great experts who came here, so he quickly stood aside and kept a smile on his face.

Several people passing by thought that the person standing in the corridor was a staff member, and they didn't take a second look. They just passed by chatting and laughing.
Chapter completed!