After coming out of the system space, Ji Xiang recalled the NPC surgery process of the system, and he still felt like he had a dream.

"Prepare to cut the pack, local anesthetics, and syringes." Mr. Wu was preparing to cut the sinus tract and clean it up.

These little jobs are nothing to Mr. Wu.

It's just a little trouble.

Can it be found? Ji Xiang stretched out his hand and pressed it on the patient's left groin. There is a little difference here and the right side, but it is not much different.

Essentially, Ji Xiang knew that he had seen the operation in the system operating room and then formed a preconceived concept after witnessing the miracle, so he felt that there was something wrong.

If you don't know, you're likely not to find any problem.

Ji Xiang hesitated for a moment, and was about to load it, and then sent it to Mr. Wu.

But he always feels it is not good, especially now that the patient's family is on the side. What if Mr. Wu is so angry that he is angry.

And Ji Xiang doesn't want to use this skill all the time.

Mr. Wu seems to have Stockholm syndrome. Ji Xiang is worried that he always uses [the gaze of a superior doctor], what should he do if he gets into trouble in the future?

"Mr. Wu." Ji Xiang said in a low voice.

Mr. Wu paused, and he realized something-is that strange feeling coming again?

From the initial resistance to some resistance, when Mr. Wu discovered that his technical level was really improving little by little, he began to accept that feeling.

As for now, Mr. Wu himself didn't realize that there was a little joy in his heart.

With sharp eyes, the way of speaking with a curse, come quickly!

However,

Nothing happened.

Mr. Wu was a little confused and shook his left shoulder. It was indeed not as heavy as that, as if the actual pressure was there.

He turned his head in confusion and looked at Ji Xiang.

"Borrow a step?" Ji Xiang whispered.

"how?"

"Mr. Wu, I think there is a little problem." Ji Xiang tried his best to express his opinions in a voice that only they could hear.

If Mr. Wu is not tactful, he can only send him a message.

You can't watch patients get disabled all their lives, right?

But what Ji Xiang thought did not happen, and Mr. Wu was still very tactful. Although he was a little confused, he still asked the nurse to prepare things and came out with Ji Xiang at this time.

"Doctor Xiaoji, what do you think?" Mr. Wu asked cautiously.

Everything before was worthy of his caution.

Ji Xiang turned around and saw the patient's family standing at the door, looking haggard and vicissitudes, and he winked.

Mr. Wu knew it and took Ji Xiang to his duty room.

When he closed the door, Ji Xiang said seriously, "Mr. Wu, I just touched the patient's groin and felt something inside."

"Things?" Mr. Wu was stunned and then laughed, "It's the subcutaneous fat layer, the inguinal lymph nodes, you touched the wrong ones."

As soon as he finished speaking, Mr. Wu's expression on his face was a little strange.

Logically, he doesn't believe that the patient will have any other problems. This is not a difficult and complicated disease, but a trauma patient who is not good at both luck and misfortune.

But there was a villain shouting deep in Mr. Wu's heart, and he almost told him to listen to Ji Xiang.

"Yes, there is a problem." Ji Xiang replied with certainty.

The operation points will be loaded in the next second. If Mr. Wu doesn't listen, he will send him a message.

But Mr. Wu's expression only took one second from relaxed to solemnity, which was faster than Ji Xiang loading it.

"Is that true? I'll touch it. It's okay just now." Mr. Wu said cautiously.

But after he said that, he didn't turn around and left, but stood still, as if he was thinking about something.

Ji Xiang did not disturb Mr. Wu's thinking and waited quietly.

"I... go and touch it." Mr. Wu repeated it again and turned around and went out.

His movements were very slow, and he gradually moved a little faster on the way to the disposal room until he was normal.

"Where is Mr. Wu, please clean it up quickly." A person's voice came from the disposal room.

It was Professor Zheng, today's second-tier line, and he happened to pass by and see the patient.

Similar patients have seen more urology in the department of urology, so I can only sigh that the patient is not lucky and hopes that plastic surgery can be treated in the future. Is the surgery? Actually, there are now, but I guess the patient has no money to do it.

Then do the most basic treatment.

"Professor Zheng, I just checked my body and felt that the patient had some problems." Mr. Wu walked into the treatment room and reported to the second-line professor.

"You do it first, call me if you can't." Professor Zheng felt that Mr. Wu was worried about Dou Dao's cleaning, so he said "generously".

Mr. Wu didn't say anything, walked to the patient and stretched out his hands and pressed it on the patient's groin.

I feel carefully that there seems to be some problems, but there seems to be no problems.

Mr. Wu felt relieved. Dr. Xiaoji made a mistake! But then the villain in his heart was shouting again, reminding him to be more cautious.

"You do it first." Professor Zheng smiled, "Hurry up, I have something to do."

He reminded Mr. Wu not to delay his own meals.

Second-line duty is generally not in the hospital, after all, there are always hospitalizations.

Some hospitals always call the second-tier line, and the professors on duty are called the third-tier line. The rules are different, but the same is that the professors on duty are generally nothing big.

This is because the situation is special. The treatment of sinus tracts looks simple, but it is easy to be cleaned up without experience, leaving hidden dangers.

Professor Zheng is also cautious.

President Wu breathed a sigh of relief, "Professor Zheng, I will take the patient to have a B-ultrasound."

"B-ultrasound?" Professor Zheng looked at Mr. Wu as if he was looking at a fool.

"Scan the face and take a look." Mr. Wu said, "Don't worry if you have nothing to do, if you have something to do..."

"How could something be wrong? Do you think there is a big abscess below?"

Mr. Wu was speechless.

Professor Zheng’s logic is correct, but the feeling of tearing in Mr. Wu’s heart surged up again.

He hesitated for a moment, but when he thought of the progress of his laser gravel and the fact that the patient with air embolism cured it with a bottle of erythromycin ointment, he immediately became firm.

"I will take the patient to take a glance, very soon, very soon." Mr. Wu said repeatedly.

Professor Zheng had no choice. He shook his head, not knowing what evil Mr. Wu had committed.

Less than twenty minutes later, Professor Zheng received a call from Mr. Wu, saying that he suspected that the patient had some problems under the left groin and did not look like fat, but he couldn't tell what it was and was preparing to go to the Dawai Operating Room.

When Professor Zheng heard this news, he was furious.

What to do!

Professor Zheng pushed open the door of the director's office angrily.

"Director, Mr. Wu is doing this job more and more problems." Professor Zheng said, "He has been able to take down the laser gravel by himself during this period. I thought he made great progress with all his heart, but you can see!"

"What's wrong?" Director Liu asked in confusion.

Professor Zheng told Director Liu about the patient's situation.
Chapter completed!