daily drama

Chapter 847 I am the master swordsman, I call the shots!
medical center.

outside the operating room.

"Adam, talk?"

After the chief of surgery sent God's right hand in, he walked up to Adam.

"Talk about surgery, yes."

Adam smiled and said, "Let's talk about other things, forget it."

"..."

The director of surgery froze, returned from the akimbo state to the normal state, and whispered: "Adam, I just want to tell you a story. 28 years ago, I was an intern..."

"excuse me."

Adam interrupted: "Director, you want to say that an African-American intern tried hard to become a surgeon, but at that time, he had no chance and no one appreciated him.

It was Dr. Walter Tepere who selflessly broke the invisible ceiling, gave you this opportunity, and patiently guided you.

Without him, there would be no you today!
Yeah? "

"……Yes!"

The chief of surgery nodded.

"The story is infectious."

Adam smiled and said: "We all hope that there will be more two protagonists in this story, but what are you trying to do by telling me this story at this time?

Make me pay more attention?

Or is it making me more stressed?
If it's the latter, not a very good idea!

If it's the former, don't you feel my importance?

Or do you think I value it to the point of trembling? "

"I just think……"

The director of surgery was silent for a moment: "Okay, you are the chief surgeon, you have the final say!"

"Thank you."

Adam smiled and nodded, then looked at the little man: "Melendez, go find Dr. Burke and see if he is free, come over and participate in the operation together."

"Yes!"

The little man responded and left.

The chief of surgery couldn't help showing a smile.

This is what he most wanted to say.

Adam could only shake his head secretly.

It really makes sense not to let the patient's family members participate in the operation.

Even a person like the chief of surgery is unavoidable to worry about gains and losses, and he is too concerned about it to make people speechless.

Not to mention others.

operating room.

Dr. Burke came, as a spare tire for Director An's heart.

"scalpel!"

Adam stood at the position of the chief surgeon and reached out for the scalpel.

"Be careful, don't screw it up!"

The chief of surgery, who was standing in the first assistant position opposite, couldn't help saying something when he saw Adam being so casual.

"Doctor Burke!"

The scalpel in Adam's hand stopped, and he turned to look at Dr. Burke beside him: "You come to be the first assistant! Dr. Weber is the second assistant!"

"what?"

The surgical director was stunned: "Walter asked me to be his assistant!"

"I am the chief knife!"

Adam glanced at him, and said with a firm attitude: "My decision is final! This is the patient's choice! Dr. Weber, please implement it immediately! You don't want me to accidentally screw it up, do you?"

"Richard."

Dr. Burke had already walked over and reminded: "You care too much, and it has already had a negative impact on the operation. Listen to Adam, none of us are as stable as him!"

The chief of surgery looked at Dr. Burke and then at Adam. Although he was unhappy, he could only give up his seat.

"Doctor Weber, I'm going to use the knife, please don't question any of my decisions in the future!"

Holding the scalpel, Adam solemnly reminded the chief of surgery who was standing next to him, "If you can't do it, please let me know in advance. I'll let Melendez replace you."

"...Let him come."

The chief of surgery struggled again and again, but still sensibly stepped aside, retreated to the third line, and held the hand of his mentor.

He figured it out.

Concern is chaos.

He should be a pure disciple and family member.

That's all the teacher wanted him to do.

"let us start."

Seeing this, Adam smiled, and pointed the scalpel at the chest of God's right hand on the operating table, and stroked it silkily.

The ease and casualness made the corner of the surgical director's mouth twitch uncontrollably.

"It's no wonder nobody wants to operate on him except Greg House, Ted Ginsberg, and me."

Adam shook his head and said, "This situation is more serious than expected."

Dr. Burke was completely relieved.

Replace him, he really can't do it!

If he was the chief surgeon, when he cut open the chest and saw how bad it was inside, he would immediately stop the operation and re-sew it up without hesitation.

The chance of success is so slim that he dare not use the knife.

Perhaps only Greg House and Ted Ginsberg, such well-known madmen and legends in the medical field, dare to ignore this pressure.

Because they often do this kind of thing, it is much more crazy than this pressure.

It's all numb.

Of course they don't care.

Now it seems that Adam Duncan will be added again.

I don't know if Adam has a good mentality, or does he also have the crazy genes of Greg House and Ted Ginsberg?
At this moment, Dr. Burke had countless thoughts.

Adam ignored the entanglement of the chief of surgery and the relief of Dr. Burke.

Once the operation began, he was fully focused.

The movements should be chic, but the prudent places must be prudent.

Just like that, when the director of surgery opened and closed his mouth soundlessly, the operation came to the second half.

"There is a new breach, and the bypass operation is reprocessed."

Adam commanded: "Melendez, loosen the clamps on the aorta and aorta!"

"Doctor Burke, please clean up here."

"The thrombus in the left atrium ruptured in a large area."

"Metsenberg Scissors!"

"..."

Unexpectedly, a series of instructions came from Adam's mouth.

The chief of surgery pursed his lips, his expression extremely serious.

This time, he really didn't dare to speak out.

Because once Adam was distracted, his mentor would really die on the operating table.

Now I can only hope that Adam's hands are fast and accurate enough to repair the ruptured wound in time and accurately to stop the leakage.

Adam's eyes are focused, steady as a mountain, and his technique is fast.

"Okay! The prosthesis worked, no more leaks!"

After Adam stopped, he looked and observed, and then he said the news that surprised the chief of surgery.

"Wonderful Restoration!"

The old face of the chief of surgery almost burst into laughter.

"It seems that God doesn't want his right hand to return too soon."

Adam smiled and said, "He still has hope for human beings."

The operation was successfully completed.

Afterwards, the surgical director who returned to the office slumped on a chair clutching his chest.

no way!
All kinds of thrills during the operation stimulated his heart too much!
After half an hour.

Ward.

"Nice job."

As soon as the right hand of God opened his eyes, he saw the little man in front of him: "It seems that Adam's hand, the miracle doctor, really lives up to its reputation."

"Doctor Duncan is the strongest!"

The little man smiled and said, "He will not betray your trust!"

"Are you his intern doctor?"

The right hand of God smiled and said: "Seeing you, I feel like seeing the young Weber."

"I'll notify the director right away."

The little man smiled, but didn't answer.

Although the director of surgery is good, he is not a legend, nor is he his goal.

(End of this chapter)