Super Magic Surgery System

3Yang Xiaoquan put his old bicycle in front of the flowerbed and sent the patient to the operating room with Chen Qun. The security guard on the side quickly and carefully moved the Phoenix bicycle that was about to be thrown into the trash heap away and hung a large number plate on it.    

    

This bicycle was a legend in Xiangyun Hospital. All the security and logistics members knew of it and had even been on the interview program of Central TV before. It was even bigger than a Rolls-Royce Phantom. Because his master was one of the top medical experts in the country.    

    

When they got on the elevator, Yang Xiaoquan suddenly told Chen Qun something that had nothing to do with it.    

    

"Would you guess the survival rate of your operation every time you swipe your hands into the operating room? When I was young, as long as it wasn't zero, I dared to do it. But now that I am old, I have to think about it more. Many times, I would give up on operations that have a very low probability of success. Do you know why? Am I not confident? Or is my mind rotten? "    

    

Chen Qun did not know why Elder Yang said all these things? He just treated it as an old man's sigh. He didn't know how to reply, so he could only reveal an awkward smile and vigorously shake his head.    

    

Yang Xiaoquan answered directly.    

    

"The reason is very simple, it is because people are old and lack passion. In addition, their hands and feet are not nimble, so they have to give up on a lot of surgery and leave it to the young people to do. You know, you have one great advantage, but it's also your biggest flaw. It is you who are very calm during the operation, calm as a robot. You are able to completely discard all of the personal emotions in your heart and ensure that your operation is done meticulously. Even after learning from Liu Dapao and finding the lead and changing your style a little, this habit of yours still hasn't changed. "    

    

When Chen Qun heard the last few sentences, his ears pricked up. This was the first time Elder Yang commented on his operation. It turned out that it was just a simple compliment.    

    

Isn't it better to be like a robot? Will the operation be successful? I've already screwed it up!    

    

Chen Qun thought for a moment and realized that he didn't understand Elder Yang's meaning. He could only rub his forehead to express his ignorance.    

    

"Elder Yang, I still don't understand what you're saying. Can you go a little deeper? I'm stupid, I often don't understand when I'm obedient, but I'm being accused by my friends like a wooden stick. "    

    

"Maybe it was his girlfriend who criticized him? Haha, my old man's words hit the mark. Since you asked, let me tell you about my experiences. However, you cannot mention these words to those little fellows in your group who have yet to join the school. Even those extremely capable foreign friends cannot say them out, lest they delay their development. "    

    

Aren't you afraid of delaying my development and causing me psychological pressure?    

    

Chen Qun silently ridiculed him in his heart, but he did not say anything and continued to listen to Yang Xiaoquan's teachings.    

    

"Surgery has always been a balance between art and science, and passion is the most important factor in any work of art and a source of unremitting motivation. I'm in my seventies now, and I'm still persisting with some surgery that I can do. Even though I'm still passionate, I still have a feeling that I won't lose. "Compared to a young man like you who is still young and old, this is much better."    

    

Chen Qun somewhat understood Fellow Yang's meaning. Even though his words did not mean what he said, but he could still understand what Fellow Yang was saying. After thinking for a moment, he finally replied hesitantly.    

    

"Elder Yang, what you mean is, if I was too calm during the operation, it would damage the motivation of the operation. Or is it that emotions can also affect the quality of the surgery and lead to more success in addition to failure? "    

    

Yang Xiaoquan patted his shoulder and laughed out loud.    

    

"You are right more than I am. You have already passed the stage of apprenticeship, and have entered the long-term stage of stability. This period of time is the longest and most torturous." Although you don't have to worry about common sense errors in surgery, because you're too calm, you lack passion, and over time, you lack motivation. If they encountered any setbacks along the way, it was very likely that they would slowly sink into depression. Whether it's an electrocardiogram or a brain wave, there's always a volt or a volt. You can also adjust your state, relax when you need to, and tense when you need to. "    

    

Chen Qun knew this was an experience, and Elder Yang's good intentions were even more so. Fellow Yang was completely unaware of his passion and excitement. He was completely beaten up by the System. However, as the task given to him by the system decreased, there was also a slight problem with his attention level. Naturally, Fellow Yang, who was experienced enough, saw it and immediately corrected it.    

    

He thought for a while before slowly nodding his head.    

    

"Elder Yang, according to what you said, I should do the same thing as you. Every time we undergo surgery, set a small goal for myself. Let's see how much I can achieve. Comparing them will allow you to understand your strengths and weaknesses? "    

    

Yang Xiaoquan nodded and put on an attitude of someone who had seen the world before, instructing him.    

    

"Yes, if you can control your emotions and improve your art, it will be like the piano you play, with its varying lengths and ups and downs, allowing you to climb to a higher peak. A smooth sailing trip is both an advantage and a drawback for a calm talent like you. We can do a little fine-tuning to change the dead-water situation. Now, can you tell me what your success rate for this heart surgery is? "    

    

Chen Qun pondered for a moment before raising his head, revealing a trace of determination.    

    

"It's probably because I'm used to it. Unless something unexpected happens to me during any surgery, I have a ten-odd chance of success. For this transplant, my success rate is about 30%, but I should focus more and increase the probability to a higher level. "    

    

Yang Xiaoquan nodded and added.    

    

"If it's any other ordinary operation, you can try your best to challenge your limits, or you can choose to be lazy and complete it the usual way, so that your mind will be slightly rested and relaxed. We've arrived at the operation room. You go wash your hands, and I'll put pressure on you from the next room. Just pretend that my old man doesn't exist. "    

    

A few minutes later, Chen Qun stood on the operating table and confidently gave his first order.    

    

"Start the cardiopulmonary bypass right away, and prepare the cardiopulmonary bypass machine immediately. We don't have to take unnecessary risks and use the median sternotomy to perform the first step of the operation."    

    

The door opened and Chi Hong rushed in, shouting loudly.    

    

"Chen Qun, stop. The family will give up the operation and ask us to stop it immediately."    

    

"The operation has begun. If you don't do the surgery, you will die on the operating table. There is still a slim chance of survival." "Chen Qun, continue the operation, I'll talk to my family outside!"    

    

Yang Xiaoquan's voice came from the loudspeaker.