"I had a pathology during the operation and asked if it was cancer. Professor Zhu asked me who I was looking for in the provincial capital. I don't know who it was, but I remember that the young doctor sent you a WeChat message, and Professor Zhu didn't leave, waiting for you to wake up."

"Oh." Cui Binbin was a little confused. Her mind was very silly and she couldn't think about too much.

But she could hear one thing from her mother's words - the diagnosis of the young doctor at Jian Xie Hospital was correct!

After the surgery, she was awake with anesthesia. Cui Binbin had a certain consciousness, but she could not think for a long time. She was still confused, with the sound of the monitor in her ears and the loving eyes of the old father in front of her, as if everything was back to her childhood.

A few minutes later, Professor Zhu Changhong came to the ward.

"Cui Binbin, is your local hospital called Jian Xie Hospital?" asked Professor Zhu Changhong.

Cui Binbin nodded, "Professor Zhu, yes. I forgot to tell you that the doctor at Jianhui Hospital said that a small pathology should be done during the operation, called frozen or something."

The words were right at the mouth, but Cui Binbin couldn't remember it. She was very anxious and wanted to cry. Just now, her mother said it was okay, but Cui Binbin seemed to have no brains at all. Her memory was stagnant at the moment when she put the mask on her before the operation.

"I heard from your mother that a doctor named Wu from Jianhui Hospital sent you a WeChat message, reminding you what kind of examination you will do when you come here?"

"yes."

"Why don't you do it in the Jianhui Hospital? You can't line up there? It shouldn't be." Professor Zhu Changhong asked.

"No, Dr. Wu said that he would arrange for preoperative examination first and then give me the surgery in two days. I think our local medical level... is definitely worse than the Magic City. Although there is a doctor from Massachusetts, I..."

Cui Binbin said, he was confused. Zhu Changhong was angry and laughed at Cui Binbin. He said helplessly, "Does Teacher Wu send you a WeChat message so that I can take a look?"

"Convenient." Cui Binbin said, and began to look for his cell phone.

"Binbin, don't move, I'll get it for you." Cui Binbin's mother said quickly.

With fingerprint unlocking of the phone, I found the WeChat message sent by Wu Mian, and Cui Binbin handed the phone to Professor Zhu Changhong.

Until now, her mind was still muddy, and she could only do whatever Professor Zhu said.

"You said you are too. Teacher Wu is a great man who wrote "Diagnostics". I saw him performing an extremely difficult intestinal obstruction surgery. Most surgeons use hemostatic forceps, and Teacher Wu uses tweezers. One hand is bluntly separated, and he is already superb." Zhu Changhong nagged, holding his glasses, and looking at the message sent by Wu Mian on Cui Binbin's mobile phone.

"Ah? Doctor Wu is so powerful?"

"Don't you locals know?" Zhu Changhong asked casually.

"I have heard that a Crown Prince from the Middle East went to Jianhui Hospital for surgery. But I had a heart surgery. I was a little scared... Isn't this intestinal surgery, nor is it heart surgery."

Zhu Changhong sighed after reading the message from Wu Mian.

Teacher Wu is indeed a great master who compiled "Diagnostics". He has basically made the diagnosis clear before the operation. It is not sigmoid cancer, but it is highly suspected that it is endometriosis, and surgical resection is recommended.

Fortunately, no matter how the diagnosis is, the final solution is the same. Zhu Changhong also feels lucky. The laparoscopic surgery he had done can be said to be a diagnostic treatment, and there is nothing wrong with it.

However, the gap in diagnosis level made Zhu Changhong quite moved.

"You are right." Zhu Changhong smiled, "Medical science is a first-level discipline, and it is divided into two types according to the application direction: basic medicine and clinical medicine. I won't talk about basic medicine. There are many types of clinical medicine, and surgery is just a second-level discipline. Specifically for gastrointestinal surgery, it is a third-level discipline."

When Cui Binbin heard Zhu Changhong talk about these professional things, he felt a little dazed.

She felt that she was dreaming. What she had before was a nightmare, but now she was a beautiful dream. She didn't know which one was real.

"It's already very difficult for me to only engage in one third-level subject. Teacher Wu... Teacher Wu is proficient in all third-level subjects." Zhu Changhong said.

"Ah? What does it mean?"

"Forget it, why are you talking about this?" Zhu Changhong said with a wry smile, "Can you please push it to me by Teacher Wu's WeChat? I will report the results of the surgery with Teacher Wu."

Cui Binbin hesitated for a few seconds, reacted and responded to this matter.

That young doctor is so powerful? He is proficient in all third-level disciplines? Professor Zhu means... not only gastrointestinal surgery, cardiac surgery, urology, hepatobiliary surgery, etc.

Cui Binbin felt that she had not woken up, so she added Zhu Changhong's private WeChat and sent him Wu Mian's WeChat business card.

"Professor Zhu, is my illness okay?" Cui Binbin asked again.

"It's endometriosis. The frozen during the operation has been diagnosed. We have to wait for the major pathology to come back. It's not that it's 100% OK, but the possibility of a problem is particularly small." Zhu Changhong habitually explained in vague language.

Cui Binbin understood what he meant, it was really endometriosis!

The sigmoid cancer that had been bothering her turned out to be a benign disease, and she was so happy that she was a little confused.

I was really afraid that this was just a dream. After waking up, I was still lying on the operating table... When I thought of this endless possibility, Cui Binbin shivered.

"Get a good rest. If it hurts, tell the doctor on duty that you can get a painkiller injection." Professor Zhu Changhong said.

"Professor Zhu, what should I do next?" Cui Binbin's mother asked.

"Discharged in three days."

“…”

"Minimally invasive surgery, recovery is fast, and hundreds or thousands of patients are waiting outside." Zhu Changhong said briefly and took his cell phone out of the ward.

From today on, I have become a doctor with Teacher Wu’s WeChat! Zhu Changhong was a little excited when he thought of this.

Teacher Wu does not add his own friends. Zhu Changhong knows how many information about doctors of a level like Teacher Wu will add friends every day, which is definitely annoying.

He carefully marked under the column of the application friend that he was Cui Binbin's surgeon, and reported to Teacher Wu about the postoperative diagnosis.

He said it very politely, but Zhu Changhong was still nervous. He didn't want to call him rashly, as it would be too rude.

But beyond Zhu Changhong's expectations, Wu Mian soon agreed to the friend's application and sent a message.

【Hello, Professor Zhu.】

Zhu Changhong sighed in his heart that Wu Mian and Teacher Wu's attitude was completely different from the legend. Rumors in the world that Wu Mian was young and vigorous, and he drew his sword to face him without saying a word. Some people even said that he would be unhappy if he didn't call him Mr. Mian.

But now, I can't see any signs of youthful recklessness.

[Hello, Teacher Wu, I will report the patient's surgical results with you.]

Zhu Changhong replied very politely.
Chapter completed!