"Xiao Chenguang, does he know neurosurgery?"

Hearing the explanation, Director Xing frowned slightly.

Although Xiao Chenguang is said to be amazing in the hospital, just like the black monkey that can transform into 72 different forms, he has many minimally invasive surgeries, open surgeries, rescues, and new technologies.

But no matter how amazing he is, he has nothing to do with their neurosurgery.

After all, minimally invasive brain surgery is almost impossible, and most of them require major surgery.

Cut the scalp, drill the skull, separate the meninges, drain, clean the bleeding area and necrotic brain tissue.

Each step requires strong specialized anatomical knowledge and skilled operation.

The most important point is steady hands.

Their neurosurgery hands are not something that can be trained by just picking up something.

For example, using a grinding drill to peel the raw eggshell and retain the inner membrane can only be done by their neurosurgery masters.

How can ordinary surgeons have this ability?

At this moment, the neurosurgeon said somewhat awkwardly: "Director, in fact, I didn't shave this patient's head, it was Director Xiao who shaved it."

The doctor's idea at this time was actually very simple. Since he didn't want to take the blame, he wouldn't take the praise for shaving his head.

Just focus on the truth.

"Xiao Chenguang shaved his head so well?"

The doctor's words surprised Xing Tian.

Could it be that Xiao Chenguang really knows brain surgery?

He looked at the patient's scalp again and discovered the details hidden in it.

In any area marked by the marker, the scalp can be clearly felt to be brighter.

This is an intervention in advance, which facilitates the craniotomy during the operation.

But this requires a thorough understanding of every step in the operation.

Usually, doctors who have performed hundreds of brain surgeries can gradually develop this habit.

Xing Tian can do it, there is nothing to doubt.

But how can Xiao Chenguang do it?

No wonder he was wondering just now, thinking that the doctor next to him suddenly seemed like a different person.

Not only did his hands become more stable, but his skills also improved a lot.

Now it seems that all this is related to Xiao Chenguang.

Seeing Director Xing studying the patient's scalp non-stop, the operating room was quiet, with only the beeping sound from the monitor.

This made the doctor on the side feel a little guilty.

"Director, I was also confused about this mark at the time. It was clearly calculated according to the most standard formula, but Director Xiao insisted that I move the puncture point 1cm outward. I don't know why he did this."

The doctor had watched Xiao Chenguang's documentary before, and some clips were still fresh in his memory.

Especially the part about major car accident injuries in the documentary, Xiao Chenguang's continuous extrathoracic puncture and drainage was impressive.

But even if he did a good job of puncture and drainage, brain puncture is a completely different field.

This requires the tomographic millimeter and length and width range of the CT film to calculate the amount of cerebral hemorrhage and choose the appropriate puncture point.

However, just as he was muttering, Director Xing's voice rang.

"Xunyou, bring the film over here and let me take another look."

"Okay, Director."

Xunyou was stunned for a moment, but quickly reacted, took the film off the spotlight and placed it in front of Xing Tian.

The latter looked at it for a while, and his eyes refocused on the black spot, and stopped for a long time.

"How long has the patient been ill?"

An inexplicable question made the neurosurgeon look stunned.

"It's almost an hour, Director, what's wrong?"

"That's right!"

Although Xing Tian already had the answer in his mind, when the neurosurgeon said the one-hour time limit, his whole expression changed.

"???" Everyone in the operating room.

Everyone looked at Xing Tian in confusion.

What's right, what's right.

Director Xing suddenly thought of something, or was he going to be mysterious before the operation.

They all knew that Director Xing believed in fate, so he would do some slightly abnormal actions before the operation.

Seeing their puzzled eyes, Xing Tian shook his head slightly.

It was normal that they didn't understand. Now think about it, Xiao Chenguang is really good at it.

No wonder the hospital leaders are very fond of him. Now even Xing Tian himself wants to find an opportunity to have a good chat with Xiao Chenguang after he steps down.

"We will perform ventricular puncture and drainage according to this location."

Xing Tian pointed to the black spot left by Xiao Chenguang and said to the neurosurgeon next to him.

"Ah?"

Hearing this, the neurosurgeon was confused.

Just now he had always thought that Director Xing would directly erase the mark that Xiao Chenguang asked him to make.

Why now, he has to use the mark he made as the puncture point.

"Director Xing, is there something wrong with my mark?"

"No."

"Then why..."

The doctor did not dare to question Director Xing in personRen's decision.

But he still wanted to know, the marks were clearly made according to the standard, and there was no mistake.

But why can't it be used?

"The film taken should indeed be punctured on the mark you made, but the patient's bleeding volume is constantly changing. If you take another film at this time, do you think the puncture position should be adjusted?"

Xing Tian briefly mentioned a few words. He knew that as a neurosurgeon, if he didn't even have this wisdom, he might as well change his career as soon as possible.

"So that's it."

After the reminder, the doctor suddenly realized that he finally understood the meaning behind Xiao Chenguang's seemingly casual finger.

"Prepare for the operation. Wait for a while to step down and thank Xiao Chenguang. Do you understand?"

Learning is endless, even Xing Tian was shocked by Xiao Chenguang's move.

At this moment, Xiao Chenguang, as the main person, had hurried to the administrative building.

Because of the rescue just now, some time was delayed. He looked at the clock hanging in the middle of the hall. The time had come to 5:20 in the afternoon.

The entire administrative building was empty. Except for the security guard at the door, the offices in the corridor on the first floor were locked.

"It seems that I am still late."

Although it was still ten minutes before the end of get off work, Xiao Chenguang knew the difference between the clinical frontline and the administrative logistics.

At this point, as long as the work was done, the colleagues in the administrative logistics could leave work early.

But not in the clinic.

Not only could they not leave work early, but it was also normal to work overtime frequently because of the changes in the patient's condition.

Different types of work and different responsibilities, Xiao Chenguang could not make an evaluation.

But judging from the development of most hospitals in the future, everyone was trying their best to get into the administrative logistics, and some clues could be seen.

The Personnel Department was on the fourth floor of the administrative building, and Xiao Chenguang still planned to try it out.

After all, since he was here, he had to go there before he gave up.

Following the stairs to the fourth floor, there were also some colleagues who had just finished their work and left work.

After a simple greeting, he walked along the corridor on the fourth floor to the end, only to see the office marked with the personnel department, with the door still open.

"What good luck."

Xiao Chenguang pushed the door open with a smile, but was startled by the scene inside.