Is this the beginning?

Dr. Smith's body shook for a moment, then he stood firm, his hands steady, and he stopped nervous and anxious, thinking about things that didn't exist. He focused and immediately went into operation.

However, the hemostatic forceps hit the radial process, and it really hurts, such a thought appeared in his heart.

Puncture, blind selection, stepping on the line, determining the position.

In the sound of the clattering of hemostatic pliers, Dr. Smith's skill level continued to improve by leaps and bounds.

After all, he is the world's top interventional expert, and has mastered and comprehended the key points of the new TIPS surgery. Coupled with the beating and correction of hemostatic forceps, Dr. Smith's progress is visible to the naked eye.

The first operation was done a little slower, and it took less than 40 minutes to complete.

Of course, this was Zheng Ren's idea, but Dr. Smith didn't think so.

Taking out the guidewire, the moment he turned around and stepped off the stage, he glanced at the time, 40 minutes, and couldn't contain the joy in his heart.

This is the real mastery of tips surgery!

All that's left is to keep practicing.

As long as you do more and do it frequently, the gap between you should not be very large.

"Compress to stop the bleeding, hurry up. Zheng Ren didn't move and said indifferently.

"......" Dr. Smith was stunned for a moment, and then realized that if he changed his assistant to the stage, it seemed that it would be delayed for 30 seconds to 1 minute.

Dr. Zheng looks very honest and easy to communicate. But when he got on the operating table, he became a different person.

Full of majesty and unquestionable, Dr. Smith had no doubt that if he had any doubts, he would have provoked infinite anger and violence.

He even had the illusion that his teacher, who had been dead for many years, had suddenly come back to life, and his soul had attached himself to this Dr. Zheng's body to teach him surgical skills.

My teacher has a bad temper. It's not good, it's just bad.

If you don't obey, you will probably kick yourself to the ground. As for hitting the radial process with hemostatic forceps, he would not do it as an old man, he would only throw the hemostatic forceps on his face.

Some of his habits are "inherited" by learning from teachers.

Dr. Smith didn't retort and hurriedly stood back. But unexpectedly, a solid shoulder squeezed him directly to the side.

"Your surgical gown is contaminated, let's get next. Zheng Ren went to press to stop the bleeding and do the postoperative work.

Dr. Smith stood to the side, very apprehensive. Is this the calm before the storm? Is it that the next operation will cause you to suffer more blows, even critical hits?

Outside the operating room, Su Yun and Fuguier were chatting. What happened in the operating room had nothing to do with them.

Feng Xuhui was nervously counting the consumables he brought.

Less than thirty sets, this is already the limit.

Moreover, these consumables can be on the plane, and Director Kong will help run the procedures and make temporary filings. If he runs on his own, he won't think about Mayo for a day.

It's just 30 sets of consumables, hundreds of thousands of things, it doesn't seem to be enough.

He could only pray that his colleagues from the overseas department would hurry up.

Seem...... I should also have an assistant, Feng Xuhui was nervously thinking about things, and such a thought suddenly appeared in his mind.

Now I am the gold medal manager of Changfeng Minimally Invasive Group, and the consumables in my hand, if calculated according to this month, it is certain that the annual sales will exceed 50 million.

If with the success of Boss Zheng's staking land, the annual sales of 100 million yuan are also within reach. As for more, with Feng Xuhui's perception of the world, I dare not think about it for the time being.

Unconsciously, Feng Xuhui himself couldn't believe that he could become a gold medal manager with an annual sales volume of 100 million.

Dr. Jack was scared to death as he stood in the operating room, looking through the lead-melted glass.

Dr. Cheng looked very kind, humble, and elegant like a nobleman.

But once on the operating table, Dr. Jack could still feel the suffocating pressure, even through the thick lead plate and leaded glass.

Before the operation began, the hemostat forceps struck Dr. Smith's radial prominence, which was supposed to be known for his short temper.

When he saw this scene, Dr. Jack's mind was full of images of the brawl in the operating room before the operation was performed.

Although the agreement was signed before the operation, who would have thought that it would really be beaten with hemostats.

Dr. Jack was directly stupefied.

However, the imaginary brawl, the quarrel completely devoid of the temperament of a doctor, did not happen at all. Dr. Smith, who was honest and well-behaved like a little sheep, began to operate under the beating of hemostatic forceps.

Although the sound of snapping was inaudible, Dr. Jack and the other doctors made up for it.

It's scary, an operation ended in horror for everyone. Everyone was afraid that Dr. Smith would be impatient, and the two of them were full of old punches on the operating table.

But until the end, Dr. Smith was docile, and there was no sign of an outburst at all.

The image on the screen freezes, and under the hammering of hemostatic forceps, the two stents are almost perfectly overlapped, and the operation is a great success.

Just as he was about to cheer, Dr. Smith turned around and stepped off the stage in the operating room, shook for a moment, and was knocked away......

He should be furious this time, Dr. Jack thought worriedly.

Once upon a time, he was on a desk with Dr. Smith, and because of a mistake, he threw the hemostatic forceps onto the reader.

The screeching sound of metal hitting glass is something Dr. Jack still can't forget.

Unfortunately, his judgment was wrong again.

Dr. Smith looked like a child who had made a mistake, his hands held up to his chest, and he stupidly watched as Zheng Ren was tending to his patient's wounds.

What's going on?

The doctors in the operating room were dumbfounded, and no one knew what was going on. Even the doctor who was supposed to go in and take over Dr. Smith stood stupidly and watched, forgetting what he was supposed to do.

Until Zheng Ren's voice came out of the intercom, everyone guessed that they woke up like a dream, rushed in to carry the patient, and sent the next patient in.

"The surgical connection is not good. Jung-in's words whistled like hemostatic pliers, striking into Dr. Smith's ears.

However, this time it was not the radial process that hurt, but the cheek.

Dr. Smith felt a little pain in his old face, a little hot.

He was a little angry, but Zheng Ren was by his side, he thought about it, and didn't dare to scold loudly, but just glanced at his assistant viciously and whispered a few words.

Next, everything becomes normal.

Pick up and drop off patients, surgeries, and get on track.

The operation was also being done quickly, and Dr. Smith was as excited as a child, and if he wasn't on the operating table, he would have danced and even opened champagne to celebrate.