City: Chinese Medical God
48 Clean Up the Worms

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"You know the Devil's Nine Needles?" an orthopedic specialist questioned.

"Can I have a look at the Divine Dragon Golden Needle?”

"No!"

"Do you know what the Divine Dragon Golden Needle means? You should contribute it to the country for research.”

"Don't use moral kidnapping to restrain me. I'm not willing to contribute what originally belonged to me to those vermin who use the name of scientific research. What are you doing here? You're here to save people, not to teach me?”

"I suggest that we get rid of this fake Taoist priest. He's not here for consultation. He was here to seize other people's property. I look down on him!" Sima Lin said furiously. He despised these fake Taoist priests the most.

"Calm down! Sima Lin! Don't act on impulse!" Director Chen quickly persuaded!

"If you think I'm wrong and want to use this kind of fake expert in the name of scientific research, then I'll leave!”Now that Sima Lin was already at the ninth layer of the foundation establishment stage, there was a huge gap between him and mortals, so he wasn't polite at all.

"You can leave. You're not welcome here.”Wei Zhiming's mother said.

"You have no right to chase me out!"

"I have the right to inform the provincial hospital to expel Liu Jianchang from the medical team.”Uncle Wei Zhiming said to the secretary righteously.

"You,"

"Get out! Our country doesn't need fake experts and fake Daoists who have lost their benevolence.”

A few burly men came up and carried Liu Jianchang out.

"Director Ba, didn't I tell you this afternoon not to invite those fake foreigners who only talk and don't do anything? If there were any fake experts who did not have real skills in orthopedics, cardiovascular surgery, or general surgery and only relied on publishing a few theses to make a living, please get out of here. Don't embarrass yourself when the time comes!”Secretary Lou was angry and spoke rudely.

"Are there any more? Director Ba, I don't think you're suitable for this position either.”

"You, you, the five of you can leave!”When Director Ba saw that the secretary was angry, he immediately changed his expression and chased out a few people who had returned from overseas and had no achievements in treating illnesses.

"Now, it's time for the nine of you to talk!”

"I suggest that we do the surgery a week later. It's safer that way.”

"It doesn't need a week. We can at least wait for the patient to recover before we perform the surgery.”

"I'm afraid not even a week. The patient narrowly escaped death, and his health was extremely poor! The surgery would take at least two hours, and the amount of blood loss during the surgery would be more than 1,000 milliliters.”

"At least ten days. Otherwise, it's impossible to recover!”

"I suggest that the surgery be carried out in two days. The reason was that if he waited for ten days, the patient's broken ends, blood vessels, nerves, and tendons would shrink and become necrotic.

A portion of them that didn't shrink or necrotize would still malheal.

We will destroy the remaining blood vessels, nerves, and tendons during the surgery.

This would result in the patient's injured limb being shortened, leaving him disabled! Cause irreversible damage."

"The risk is too great!"

"I don't agree to a two-day operation. This is playing with the patient's life!"

"One hour? Impossible. I've never heard of a patient who can treat an intertrochanteric fracture in an hour.”

"After two days of recovery, the patient's vital signs have stabilized. You won't deny this, right?"

"It is possible to stabilize the patient's vital signs, but the patient's constitution has not recovered!”

"It's impossible for the patient to recover without three to two months.

We can't wait that long.

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