White armor

Chapter 509: I am younger after all
Luo Hao was thinking about the copy of Tiger Mountain along the way. If it was developed better, he could build a small town where people lived in the past in the name of Snow Town, and every tourist could play a role in it, which would be nice.

There are often "bandits" coming to rob, and when encountering Yang Zirong, if the plot is carefully designed, there can be at least a hundred characters, and each character has dozens of subplots.

Different subplots can change the fate of the characters.

But if that's the case, it seems the copy is a bit too large and too complicated.

But Luo Hao didn't care much about it. It wasn't his responsibility, so they could do whatever they wanted. Want to make money without worrying about anything? There is no such good thing in the world.

The main reason was that Luo Hao had an idea - when the protagonist defeated many bandits and came to the front of the mountain eagle, he found that the mountain eagle was a bamboo~~~
Hahahahaha.

Of course, this is just an idea. When it comes to actual implementation, we must not treat bamboo as a villain.

If anyone really did this, Luo Hao would definitely turn against him.

It was already late, so Luo Hao had a video call with Da Nizi. While washing up, he listened to Da Nizi talking about the trivial things that happened today.

Life is like this, most of the time trivial and boring.

Luo Hao thought of a song - Fly to the other side of the city.

Now, I and my daughter live on the east and west sides of the provincial capital, as if we were in different places. However, the hospital cannot be relocated, and Haodong cannot move either, so we can only live like this for the time being.

After chatting for half an hour, Luo Hao and Wang Jiani said good night to each other.

Luo Hao had a dream that he came to that small town.

The bandits rushed past, and the town was in chaos.

The degree of restoration is extremely high, but it is definitely not 100%. There are many imaginations that fit the reality, so that tourists can be satisfied and feel at home.

The next morning, when they arrived at the hospital, Luo Hao and Chen Yong talked about the copy of Tiger Mountain.

Chen Yong was particularly interested and contacted Jiang Wenming immediately.

It's not realistic to expect money from the local authorities for this copy. If we let them do it, it will most likely end up in a mess.

After finishing today's surgery, Luo Hao began to think about the issue of money.

Suddenly, Luo Hao remembered that Yang Jinghe said he had a hotel in Snow Town, and that they should go together to see the snow and soak in hot springs when they had time.

If it is a private project, it can definitely be done, but I don’t know what will happen after the change of leadership.

Add to that the poor mountains and bad waters and the countless unruly people, and it’s hard to tell what will happen in a month.

Although he thought so, Luo Hao still called Boss Lou.

"Hello, Boss Lou." Luo Hao said with a smile.

"Look, your senior brother is planning to cheat someone." Chen Yong poked Zhuang Yan and glanced at Luo Hao.

"How is that possible? My senior brother would never cheat anyone. That's called win-win cooperation!" Zhuang Yan would definitely sit on Luo Hao's side. She would oppose whatever Chen Yong said.

"Professor Xiao Luo, long time no see. I was planning to visit you in the next few days."

"Oh?"

"Why do so many scientists want to come to our country this year? To be honest, Professor Luo, when you first asked me to recruit experts from the Max Planck Institute, I just thought that I had to spend money, and keep spending money. But the facts seem to be different from what I imagined?" asked Boss Lou.

"Oh, is there another breakthrough over there?" Luo Hao asked.

"Well, I used to think that I had to spend some money anyway, but now it seems that all I have to do is bring them here. Many people don't really care about how much money it is. What they want is a place where they can do scientific experiments safely."

"In recent years, about 2 scientific researchers have come to China every year. Let's not talk about this. You can do whatever you want. Is it in the provincial capital?"

"Fly back in the evening." Boss Lou didn't ask anything and just set the time.

It seemed that nothing was more important than Luo Hao's call.

"Okay, let's meet and talk."

The two made an appointment, and Feng Zixuan called Luo Hao.

After hanging up the call with Boss Lou, Luo Hao answered the call with Feng Zixuan.

"Xiao Luo, emergency department!" Feng Zixuan said directly without any hesitation.

"it is good!"

Luo Hao strode out of the office, and Zhuang Yan followed behind him like a little follower.

"Have you finished writing the medical records? Have you read the patient's report? Have you folded enough paper cranes?"

"Senior Brother, are you reflecting on yourself three times a day?" Zhuang Yan asked, swinging her high ponytail.

"You like emergency medicine so much? Do you want to rotate there for a while?" Luo Hao raised the last line of his voice.

"My dad won't let me." Zhuang Yan said directly.

"..." Luo Hao was silent.

I forgot that there is a big boss behind Zhuang Yan.

"Senior Brother~~~" Zhuang Yan's voice became increasingly hoarse unconsciously, and it was unclear whether it was intentional or not.

"Go get an eye exam. It's probably some difficult emergency, otherwise Director Feng wouldn't have called me."

As he spoke, Luo Hao thought of the patients poisoned by paraquat.

There is a price to pay for watching the fun, and Zhuang Yan still likes to watch the fun, which is that the rescue of patients poisoned by paraquat did not leave her with any psychological trauma.

I quickly walked to the emergency department. The corridor was filled with the smell of disinfectant, sweat, and vomit, and the air became impatient.

Luo Hao knew that it was impossible for him to work in the emergency room, oh no.

Soon Feng Zixuan also arrived.

"Director Feng, what patient?" Luo Hao asked.

"Don't mention it. A friend of mine runs an archery parlor. He has a crossbow. When a customer went to play, he secretly loaded the crossbow, and then..."

"Did you shoot anyone?"

"He shot himself through."

"Fuck!" Luo Hao was surprised.

Since the end of the last century, not to mention guns, even lethal items such as bows and crossbows were confiscated, and Luo Hao has never seen such a patient.

Just like 912 organizes people to go to Yingzi every year to learn how to treat gunshot wounds, many clinical contents require a lot of experience.

And this is exactly what Luo Hao lacks.

"Where did you shoot?" Luo Hao asked.

"Chest, penetrating wound. Why hasn't Director Xu come yet?" Feng Zixuan looked towards the end of the corridor.

The 120 ambulance's sirens were wailing at the top of their lungs from outside the door.

Director Xu from the bathing room also trotted over.

When Luo Hao saw Feng Zixuan going to explain things to Director Xu, he walked into the fire escape with his cell phone.

"Hello, Director Gu." Luo Hao said respectfully.

"Little Conch, what's wrong?"

"There is a patient with a crossbow arrow piercing through the chest. Do you have any suggestions?"

"No, treat it normally." Director Gu said easily.

"???"

"Really? Just treat it as a common penetrating injury. Have you ever seen a patient with steel bars piercing his body at a car accident scene?"

"It turns out there really isn't anything like that." Luo Hao thought about it and it seemed to be the case.

"If the bullet didn't hit the heart, it's still considered lucky. I once encountered a patient with a penetrating heart injury, and he was already dead when he came."

"What happened next?" Luo Hao chatted with Director Gu while listening to the sound of the flatbed truck outside.

There was no sound of the flatbed car, so Luo Hao was not in a hurry.

"Open the chest in the emergency room, put a finger in to stop the bleeding, and then push him to the operating room."

Director Gu put it simply, but Luo Hao knew that the technical level of the cardiothoracic surgeon on the other end of the phone was at least among the top three in the country.

The actual rescue process cannot be explained in a few words.

The sound of the 120 ambulance had disappeared for 10 seconds, but there was still no sound of the flatbed truck.

Luo Hao was puzzled. Zhuang Yan pulled Luo Hao's sleeve and said, "Brother!"

"Huh? What's wrong?" Luo Hao was also very curious and leaned out to look.

A man walked in slowly, supported by a doctor, with a crossbow arrow on his body. If you didn't know, you would think he had an arrow stuck in his arm.

Is this okay? !

Luo Hao never thought that the patient could actually come in.

This is a bit too durable.

"How did you get in?" Feng Zixuan asked in a low voice.

"The crossbow arrow penetrated the patient and he cannot sit in a wheelchair. He also needs to find a place to sit on a stretcher. The patient said he can walk..." the 120 emergency doctor reported.

What he said was the truth, and Feng Zixuan knew it was indeed the case.

If you look closely, you will see the tail end of a 30cm crossbow arrow in front of the chest, with the arrowhead sticking out from the back.

There was no blood on the arrow, it was clean and revealed a murderous aura.

It's been a long time since I've seen something like this that can take lives, Feng Zixuan thought to himself.

The patient was reluctant to change his position and moved slowly to the emergency room step by step.

"Someone called 120 on the road, so the driver braked hard. Fortunately, it was not an emergency brake, but he almost knocked down the arrow." The 120 emergency doctor complained.

The scene was so vivid that Luo Hao followed him into the emergency room.

The nurse had already started inserting the needle, cutting off the patient's clothes, and carefully connecting the ECG monitor.

The patient's face was not pale, but had an expression of pain.

Director Xu used a stethoscope to listen to the patient's heart, listening to 8 positions, and then put down the stethoscope.

"How is it, Director Xu?"

"Director Feng, it is probably a relatively large artery that was injured. The lungs were filled with blood the moment it was broken. There is no pneumothorax, but it is all solid sound."

Luo Hao roughly understood what Director Xu meant, so he listened to it himself while the nurse was installing the ECG monitor.

It is exactly as Director Xu described.

The vital signs shown on the ECG monitor were intact, with no signs of hemorrhagic shock, etc. Even the blood oxygen saturation was maintained at around 92%.

If it weren't for the crossbow arrow right in his chest, the patient would be just like a healthy person.

"Go to the operating room." Director Xu waved his hand sadly and asked his doctors to send the patient to the operating room.

They found a stretcher, asked the patient to sit on it, and slowly pushed the person into the elevator.

"What about anesthesia?" Feng Zixuan asked.

"Yes, what worries me is anesthesia." Director Xu sighed, "This kind of external injury is usually very simple, unlike a car accident where the person is hit and shattered, with problems everywhere. If it is a sharp weapon injury, it is relatively easy to deal with."

"But the problem is that the patient can't lie down. If I perform surgery and open the chest, I'm really afraid that the patient will die if the body position changes."

"I performed an operation on a patient with a huge mediastinal tumor. He couldn't lie flat, so he had to sit up for the operation."

"Ah?!" Director Xu was stunned.

How come Professor Luo’s level of surgery is higher than mine?

"Boss Zhou asked me to go to the stage on 912."

"Is it the surgery you mentioned when you asked for leave from me some time ago?" Feng Zixuan frowned.

"Yes. The patient sat throughout the whole operation, and Chen Yong carried the patient on his back until the end of the operation."

"..."

"..."

The sense of the scene suddenly rose up. Can the operation be performed like this? Feng Zixuan was stunned. Although he knew it was possible, he still had to consider the location. What 912 could do, he might not be able to do at home.

"Professor Luo, since you have done it, let's do it together." Director Xu did not invite him, but directly passed the buck.

Luo Hao didn't care. Director Feng Zixuan called him over, and he happened to have relevant experience, so he just did it himself. It didn't matter.

I called Liu Yiyi and learned that if Luo Hao wanted to perform the surgery, he would definitely use his own medical team.

We were also reminded to sterilize the relevant instruments, otherwise if we found during the operation that something was needed but not available, it would waste a lot of time.

Change clothes and enter the operating room corridor.

A row of seven or eight strong young men, all over 7 meters tall, stood in the corridor leaning against the wall.

"Huh? This is it?"

"Intern, you said you need to carry someone on your back. I asked the Academic Affairs Office to pick some strong students from the basketball and football teams to help you." Director Xu said.

That’s fine, at least we don’t need Chen Yong anymore.

This kind of dirty work does not require any technical skills, so it is best not to do it.

"Professor Luo." When Old Liu saw Luo Hao coming in, he still greeted him despite his busy schedule.

"Are you sure about the anesthesia?"

"Yes, I saw him last time. The patient in 912 was complicated, but this one is a simple external injury and not difficult." Liu Yiyi gave a definite answer.

There are no patients' family members here, they are all family members. It doesn't matter even if she can't do it, Liu Yiyi knows.

Luo Hao saw a burly boy holding the patient's shoulders with both hands, his face had turned the color of liver.

This posture is quite awkward, Luo Hao thought to himself.

"Teacher, I...I..." The boy felt his hands begin to tremble. He was afraid of delaying things, but also felt embarrassed, so he spoke in a trembling voice.

"Change someone. If you can't bear it, don't force it and delay the surgery." Liu Yiyi said straightforwardly.

Luo Hao smiled and went to wash his hands with Director Xu.

It seems that Chen Yong had to exert a lot of physical energy last time when he carried the luggage from beginning to end.

He doesn't look very strong, but if he were digitized, his physical strength would probably be quite high.

Otherwise, you can't have fun every night without affecting other things.

"Professor Luo, what was the patient's condition like last time?" Director Xu gossiped while washing his hands.

Luo Hao gave a brief explanation and Director Xu was stunned.

The tumor grew rapidly in a short period of time. If this patient were admitted to the First Hospital of Medical University, they would definitely not admit him and would let the patient's family go back to prepare for the funeral.

But 912 dares to accept it, dares to do it, and can succeed.

The gap between skill levels is almost indescribable.

but!

Director Xu suddenly realized something - Boss Zhou on 912 specifically called Luo Hao back for surgery.

Xiao Luo can do it.

"Professor Luo, this operation must be very difficult to perform," Director Xu said with emotion.

"If the patient can lie down, it's not that difficult. But if the patient can't lie down, the surgery will be more demanding on the waist."

Waist pain?

Director Xu thought about it for a long time and felt that it was a bit exaggerated.

The most serious problem is that the posture during the operation is uncomfortable, but it does not hurt your waist.

But after 20 minutes, Director Xu had a deep understanding of what "waist strain" meant.

Use an orthopedic electric saw to saw off the crossbow arrow that penetrated the patient's chest bit by bit. Be extremely careful throughout the process, for fear that a shake of the crossbow arrow would cause irreparable serious consequences in the patient's chest cavity.

Fortunately, the patient's vital signs have remained stable.

Open-chest surgery is indeed a bit awkward and the posture is quite uncomfortable.

And as time went on, that uncomfortable feeling grew exponentially.

Because the crossbow arrow was not completely removed, the patient remained in a sitting position.

In just 20 minutes, Director Xu's waist had lost feeling and he felt like he was about to break at any time, but he was so numb that he felt like he had lost feeling in both his feet.

"Director Xu, how about changing someone?" Luo Hao was still performing the operation in an orderly manner.

"Okay, then someone, help me up."

Director Xu turned around and habitually raised his hands to his chest to avoid contaminating the sterile area.

But as soon as he turned around, he stumbled.

A big horse threw himself directly into the arms of the doctor behind him.

Fortunately, he had developed good habits from performing surgeries over the years. He did not wave his blood-stained hands around, but lay down straight like a wooden stake.

"director!"

"director!"

The doctors behind him were all terrified. One of them, Director Xu, had a heart attack.

When Luo Hao saw this scene, he thought that Director Xu's health seemed to be worse than Director Gu's.

But it makes sense. Although Director Gu has performed more surgeries than Director Xu, he is more talented and performs surgeries faster, so the time he actually spends on the operating table is less than that of Director Xu.

In addition, after 912 became the director, there were not many opportunities for Gu Huaiming to perform surgery. He just performed three or four operations a week to keep his touch.

So his physical condition is much better than Director Xu's.

Director Xu's body has long been weak, having been tortured by countless operations.

"It's okay, it's okay, my foot is numb." Director Xu explained, "This operation is really hard on the waist. Who of you can go up and help Professor Luo?"

Some people washed their hands, put on clothes and went on stage.

Luo Hao performed the operation slowly and leisurely, not in a hurry.

Cut the crossbow arrow bit by bit, stop the bleeding, and take it out.

After another 20 minutes and a new assistant, the patient was finally able to lie flat.

"Professor Luo, your physique is no exaggeration." A professor in charge of the group said with emotion.

He held his waist and twisted his hips gently, not daring to move too vigorously.

"It's okay. After all, I'm a few years younger."

"..."

The professor leading the group felt confused.

On the operating table, people usually say, "I'm just a few years older than you, and I've seen and performed more surgeries."

When did being a few years younger become an advantage?

You're not old.

But he thought about it and sighed.

Not to mention myself and Director Xu, we have also replaced five interns in their 20s. The angles at which they supported the patients were very strange, and their postures were even more uncomfortable.

Professor Luo was the only one who spoke in a tough and calm manner from beginning to end.

Director Xu was sitting on the floor leaning against the wall, with Feng Zixuan beside him.

He didn't even dare to sit on a stool. If he wasn't in the operating room or Director Feng wasn't there in person, Director Xu would have wanted to just lie down.

"Director Xu, is your waist okay? Go get an MRI later to see if there is any disc bulge." Feng Zixuan joked.

"Alas." Director Xu sighed, "There's no need for an MRI, I know. I have to lie down for two days or I won't be able to recover. And I have to ask Lao Qin from the Chinese Medicine Department to come and give me acupuncture."

Feng Zixuan thought for a moment, "How effective is acupuncture in treating disc herniation?"

"It's OK. Every time I get sick, I ask him to give me two injections, and I get better in a few days."

"Disc surgery is already mature, don't you want to do it?"

"How dare I? Sometimes the intervertebral disc will feel uncomfortable if the operation takes too long, but it will be fine as long as the operation is not too long. Director Feng, why don't you transfer Xiao Luo to our department? As soon as he comes, I will retire the next day and give the office to Xiao Luo.

I’m serious, no kidding.”

"Hahaha, stop dreaming." Feng Zixuan knew that Director Xu was joking.

Although Director Xu is an honest and kind person, he spent his whole life climbing up to the position of director and took the position after great risks and exhausted himself. How could he give it up so easily?

Even his own son would hesitate, let alone Luo Hao, an outsider.

"It's not certain how many years Xiao Luo can work in our hospital. Besides, Xiao Luo doesn't really want to be the director of cardiothoracic surgery."

“……” Director Xu knew that Feng Zixuan was telling the truth.

"I'll call Lao Qin for you. Just give you acupuncture here and we'll talk about it when you go back. This is considered a work-related injury, so just don't ask me for work-related injury compensation." Feng Zixuan picked up his cell phone and called Director Qin of the Traditional Chinese Medicine Department.

Ten minutes later, Director Qin came in carrying a box of needles.

"Senior Brother, you're here?!" After Director Qin entered the room, he didn't look at Director Xu, nor did he even greet Feng Zixuan. Instead, he walked directly behind Luo Hao.

"???"

"???"

Everyone has question marks on their foreheads.

"Director Qin, please don't be so polite."

"No way! If you hadn't insisted, I would have called you Master." Director Qin saw that Luo Hao didn't react and climbed up the pole directly.

"!!!"

"!!!"

"How is the operation going?" Luo Hao asked.

"I've figured out the principle. If you have time, take me to make two machines, and I can do it."

"What operation?" Feng Zixuan was stunned and asked.

"Director Feng, this is the Golden Needle Cataract Removal Technique, a type of acupuncture treatment for cataracts."

Golden needle technique for removing obstacles?
"Before he passed away, the teacher had one eye operated on using traditional Chinese medicine's golden needle technique. Unfortunately, the teacher was old at the time, so the other eye was not operated on until he passed away."

"!!!"

The golden needle technique for removing obstructions sounds like pseudoscience.

But when Luo Hao mentioned the teacher with such confidence, Feng Zixuan was stunned.

"Director Qin, could you please give Director Xu a few injections? The patient was sitting in an uncomfortable position for the surgery. It seems that there is something wrong with the lumbar disc."

"Okay, brother, you do the surgery and I'll take care of that. I guarantee that after two injections, Old Xu will jump high." Director Qin said happily.

"you!"

"What do you mean by "me"? Lie down. Hey, please lay a sheet for Director Qin." Director Qin ordered.

Feng Zixuan looked at Director Qin with a smile.

Director Qin is a man who likes to think. He saw the method of acupuncture to treat rhinitis from somewhere a few years ago. Whenever he sees someone, he would give them two needles, even those who came to him to break their cervical vertebrae.

At that time, Feng Zixuan thought that Director Qin wanted to use acupuncture to treat his cervical facet joint disorder, but he didn't expect that this guy would use him as an NPC to accumulate experience points.

While inserting the needle, he also asked if I felt any tingling sensation like an electric shock.

But with such a strong effort, Director Qin mastered the methods and techniques of acupuncture treatment for rhinitis in half a year. Now, many bigwigs in the province and the city come to him for acupuncture.

And now, could it be that Director Qin has started to study acupuncture for lumbar disc herniation?

(End of this chapter)