When Hong Zhenbang heard this, his eyes lit up, as if he had discovered a new continent, he said excitedly: "He signed it long ago. No matter how he died during the operation, he would sacrifice his life for the country. Not only that, he also signed a body donation agreement at the same time..."

"Oh, OK, then try it. Well, I'm going to get the needle." Wang Xiaobin nodded. At this time, he suddenly remembered that he had left all the needles in the dormitory and didn't take them with him at all.

"Go and go back quickly, the brand number—————, Mazda." Hong Zhenbang followed Wang Xiaobin out of the operating room, took out the car key from his briefcase and threw it to Wang Xiaobin.

Twenty minutes later, Wang Xiaobin rushed into the disinfection room again with sweating, and quickly disinfected the whole body with the help of auxiliary personnel.

"It's still convenient to have a car!"

"Then you just need to buy a car by yourself? I don't have money, so I'll ask Lao Daoer to lend you." Hong Zhenbang, who was waiting in the disinfection room, walked into the operating room with Wang Xiaobin, who had put on a sterile outfit after disinfection.

"Stingy guy, why don't you lend me money by yourself?" Wang Xiaobin cursed in his heart.

Seeing Wang Xiaobin take out a short, almost invisible silver needle from the needle box, and there was a thin thread that was elusive to the naked eye behind the silver needle, Hong Zhenbang asked in confusion: "What do you need to do now?"

"I just heard from my master that this method has never been used by myself, so it cannot guarantee the safety of the patient's life. Now, craniotomy is a skull!" Wang Xiaobin sighed.

Before returning to China, Wang Xiaobin basically learned Xie Zhengping's acupuncture and pulse-bearing techniques by 90%. The only percentage was the brain micro-tissue acupuncture involving the forbidden area. Because it was very dangerous and there was no experimental practice, he dared not say that he had learned it.

Craniotomy is naturally a piece of cake for brain surgeons like Hong Zhenbang, and it is easier than an ordinary thoracic surgeon to remove the patient's appendix. Hong Zhenbang completed it quickly and quickly.

"Professor Hong, it only takes three seconds for you to remove Malignantglioma (toxin malignant glioma). My master said that controlling the toxins does not spread can only last for three seconds, otherwise the patient will suffocate and die..." Wang Xiaobin looked at Hong Zhenbang and said seriously.

"Okay, I'll prepare first!" After hearing Wang Xiaobin's words, dense beads of sweat immediately oozed out of his forehead. Since there were no other auxiliary personnel next to him, he had to wipe it himself.

He carefully placed the micro-brain tumor removal device next to the tumor, and then Hong Zhenbang asked Wang Xiaobin worriedly: "Even if I can successfully remove the tumor in three seconds, can you really ensure that the toxins in the tumor do not leak or spread?"

"It's OK in theory, but I don't know the specific ones, because the instruments are not advanced and cannot be accurately judged." Wang Xiaobin shook his head and said.

"Oh, wait first." Hong Zhenbang fixed the micro brain tumor removal device and ran out quickly. When he came back, he had a small hemostatic forceps commonly used in surgery on his hand. The hemostatic forceps are disposable medical devices and are basically not needed for surgery, but they will prepare some in order to prevent it.

"You are smart enough!" Wang Xiaobin saw the small hemostatic forceps in Hong Zhenbang's hand, and immediately understood his intention and immediately praised him sincerely.

"Is ginger still so spicy?" Hong Zhenbang said with a smile.

"Spicy?" As soon as Wang Xiaobin said this, he almost rushed to the toilet again. There was no way, and the conditioned reflex was abusing Zhou Wei.

"In three seconds, I must remove the needle regardless of whether it is successfully removed." Wang Xiaobin's tone was extremely serious.

"Okay!" Hong Zhenbang's heart trembled and tried his best to keep his hands still. Under the strong pressure, an authoritative expert's solid basic skills were fully reflected at this moment.

"Wait, I will recognize the acupoint first." Wang Xiaobin said, almost letting Hong Zhenbang clamp the hemostatic forceps in his hand. After a long time, you, Wang Xiaobin, haven't confirmed the acupoint yet?

Acupuncture has always been widely believed by the world to treat diseases through the medical skills of acupuncture points in the human body without surgery. Few people know about it. In fact, there are acupuncture points on the internal organs of the human body, but it is a hidden acupuncture point, and few people know about it. The reason why Xie Zhengping knew about this was that he accidentally learned about an ancient book he had found from a street stall. After countless experiments, he finally confirmed that there was a hidden acupuncture point in the organs.

According to the ancient book, there is a very hidden acupoint in the cerebellum in the human brain called Zhenshen point, which has a strong magical color. Its actual purpose is to temporarily cut off the connection between the cerebellum and the brain, organize the flow of blood and brain fluid, and even pause the movement of cerebellar cells in an instant. But the time cannot last too long, and it can only last for 3 seconds at most.

"Start!" Wang Xiaobin took a deep breath, shook his wrist, and a silver needle that was so small that it could almost be ignored was pierced on the Shenshen point of the cerebellum. This action could not be seen at all on the monitor screen, because his hand movements were too subtle.

Hong Zhenbang stared at the patient's cerebellum with a silver needle from the corner of his eye. Just as the silver needle penetrated into the patient's cerebellum, Hong Zhenbang used a small hemostasis forceps to cut off the connection between the tumor and the cerebellum. Then, the removal device gently moved, and the toxin malignant glioma broke away from the cerebellum and was successfully removed.

When Wang Xiaobin saw Hong Zhenbang finish his movements, he shook his wrist and pulled the silver needle out, which took only two seconds to get in and out.

"Success?" Hong Zhenbang murmured to himself in disbelief.

"If we are not dead, it means we have succeeded!" Wang Xiaobin smiled at the instrument beside him.

Hong Zhenbang stared at the instrument for a while, then jumped high like a child and shouted: "The blood pressure is stable, the heartbeat is normal, the brain waves are normal, it's successful!"

Fortunately, the observation room next door can only see the patient's brain situation, but cannot see the situation in the operating room, and cannot hear any sound in the operating room. Otherwise, Hong Zhenbang's influence would probably be ruined.

"Professor Hong, Isn't it my business now? But you haven't sutured it yet!" Wang Xiaobin smiled. This kind of surgery is extremely difficult, absolutely world-class, and the chance of success is probably only one in ten thousand at most. Not only Hong Zhenbang was happy, but he was also very happy.

"You can do the rest. I am old and tired, so I need to sit and rest for a while." Hong Zhenbang relaxed happily, and suddenly he seemed to be ten years old. He sat on the chair next to him that was originally prepared for the auxiliary staff and said to Wang Xiaobin.

"Hey, I've become a coolie!" Wang Xiaobin said depressedly. But as he said that, his hands were not stopped and he quickly stitched it. After all, when he first arrived at Miessby Hospital, he also followed Old Doyle's butt as an auxiliary staff member for several months.

"Wang Xiaobin, I have to admit that your ability is definitely above me and me now. Even Old Doyle is probably not as good as you." Hong Zhenbang looked at Wang Xiaobin's skillful sewing technique and praised Wang Xiaobin with a smile.

"He is my master, you are my teacher now, how can I compete with you? Haha, Professor Hong, don't praise me like this." Wang Xiaobin replied modestly.

"All right, young people, excessive modesty is hypocrisy. I don't know what level of Lao Daoer and I are? You are more than one-than-than-old than Lao Daoer and me. When you get old, you have to admit defeat. It is a good thing that the Yangtze River pushes the old waves forward!" Hong Zhenbang laughed and scolded. This is the most difficult brain surgery in the world under such simple conditions, which is an extremely glorious thing.

"Oh, but Professor Hong, you have to keep it a secret for me. I promised Ren'er to chase her again!" Wang Xiaobin said with a smile. In fact, that was because of Ren'er, but Wang Xiaobin, the infamous person, would be troublesome if he was exposed.

"Haha, my children are in love. I am old man, so I will be greedy for you this time! But don't blame me the other way around, let's make an agreement in advance!" Hong Zhenbang said with a smile.

"People are afraid of being famous and pigs are afraid of being strong. Before the truth of my past is revealed, it is better to be our doctoral student Wang Yaowen in a scrupulous manner." Wang Xiaobin finally said the truth. He was very worried about the troubles caused by the leakage of his true identity.

"Okay, if there is something to be useful for me, Old Man Hong, then just say it. Maybe my old bone can help me a little bit." Hong Zhenbang nodded and said seriously. In his opinion, Wang Xiaobin's case was 100% framed, but there was no evidence. Who would you look for? Naturally, he could not get rid of the charge, but he understood Wang Xiaobin's current concerns very much.

"That's good, Professor Hong, please save this box for me first. Haha, I'm afraid that a few people are suspicious." Wang Xiaobin smiled and handed the needle box to Hong Zhenbang and said.

"Okay, I'll keep it for you. The password for my office safe is--, when you need it, go to my office to get it yourself." Hong Zhenbang took the needle box proudly and then threw a bunch of keys to Wang Xiaobin.

"Ah? No, right? I even told me the safe password?" Wang Xiaobin was stunned and thought to himself: Aren't you afraid that I will take your money and steal your privacy?

"Just a bunch of case reports, if you like it, take them all away. Haha, I earn some deadly salary, poor people, but I don't have any spare money to put it in, so you don't have any bad ideas." Hong Zhenbang joked.

When he returned to the observation room again, Bian Jun's eyes were even more fierce than before, and he was like a knife. A student who had returned from a transfer from the United States met Hong Zhenbang twice and became a person who was watching on the spot. This was a great shame for Bian Jun, who had always been a strong man.

"Okay, today's surgery has been completed. But this time it doesn't count, because the surgery is too simple, it's just a benign tumor removal. There will be another surgery tomorrow, and Professor Li Zhengxing will take the surgery. At 8 o'clock tomorrow morning, everyone will be notified to gather here." Hong Zhenbang said.

Only the two present know whether the operation is simple today. The layman is watching the excitement, while the insiders are looking at the tricks. Although Bian Jun, Ren Er and Qian Xin are all doctoral students in brain surgery, they can see the operation through TV screens, and they cannot understand the dangers of the operation. If there is any mistake, the operation may fail, and the result will be that the patient dies directly. However, on the screen, the entire operation process is only two seconds, plus the craniotomy and suture only last half an hour, which is naturally the easiest operation. In order to keep Wang Xiaobin secret, Hong Zhenbang is not convenient to tell the truth inside.

After walking out of the observation room, Ren'er said directly that he wanted to invite Wang Xiaobin to lunch. Bian Jun was so angry that he almost jealous, but he was helpless. In the hotel box, Ren'er asked in confusion: "What did Professor Hong ask you to do just now?"

"Just surgery, what else can I do?" Wang Xiaobin smiled.

"You still need to do such a simple operation?" Ren Er asked strangely. She was in the observation room, but she didn't know that there were only Wang Xiaobin and Hong Zhenbang in the operating room at that time.

"Simple? Girl, let me tell the truth. If the surgery just now was said, it would be a world-class brain surgery. Have you heard of Malignantglioma (toxin malignant glioma)?" Wang Xiaobin smiled bitterly.

"Ah? Toxin malignant glioma? Then..." Since Wang Xiaobin was speaking English terms, Ren Er had not reacted at first, and after he understood, he asked in surprise.

"It's okay, the operation is completely successful. Haha, your husband plays a crucial role!" There is nothing to hide in front of Ren Er who is deeply loved, not to mention that such a difficult operation itself is worthy of the pride of the participants.

Ren'er stood up and sat on Wang Xiaobin's lap, kissed Prince Xiaobin hard and said, "I knew that my husband is the best!"

"Haha!" Wang Xiaobin smiled silly.

After a while, Ren Er touched the scar on Wang Xiaobin's face that was pulled from his forehead to the corner of his mouth and asked in confusion: "By the way, husband, why didn't you remove this scar? There is no problem with the scar removal technology now."

"When I wash away the dirt on my body, I will naturally remove the scar..." Wang Xiaobin said sadly. In the Great Xing'an Mountains, the master Ximen Hongkang later asked similar questions, but Wang Xiaobin also answered the same. It was a frame-up, and the conspirator behind it must not be allowed to be free and ill. The only thing that can always remember that hatred is this terrifying scar.

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