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  Chapter 343 See whose paper is published first

  Chen Qi's surgery was a success.

  Patient Zhang Xiaodong lost the severed palm in his leg, but it was transplanted to his own arm, and he could resume sports after six weeks.

   Mao Chunmu saw this with his own eyes, and it cannot be faked. This made Dean Mao feel that the matter was difficult.

   Mao Chunmu knew it, and Wu Jianlin knew it, and then hand surgeons all over the country knew that the Fourth Hospital of Yuezhong University had successfully completed the world's first allogeneic foster replantation of severed limbs.

  The significance of this operation is absolutely no less than the first amputated limb transplantation invented by Yuan Taichu back then, because both of them made the impossible possible.

  Wu Jianlin was in a hurry to get in touch with his brothers, and was a little confused for a while.

  Deng Changxi was completely speechless in his heart. He couldn't figure out why this little plastic surgery doctor suddenly became interested in opponent surgery? Actually let him succeed in one go?

  Where is the rationale for this?

   "Second senior brother, what should we do now?"

   "I can only wait."

   "Wait, why wait? Chen Qi's operation was successful, and publicity will definitely start after that, and the local government should be happy to see it succeed."

   "Then we can only wait until he makes a move before we can undo it, otherwise what else can we do now?"

   "But, but..."

"There is nothing but Chen Qi's successful surgery. Even if the local government cooperates with the publicity, it is limited to the local area. As long as they go out of Yuezhong, they must first need the certification of the National Hand Surgery Association if they want to publicize. The publication of the paper requires us. approval.

Lao Wu, I think the older you get, the more impatient you become. Without the certification of our Society of Hand Surgery, his operation would not be recognized by the country. It is not what he says is successful. Don’t forget that these days the local There are too many deceitful things. "

  Wu Jianlin suddenly had a flash of inspiration,

   "That's right, this kind of thing is true or false, and the false is true. It is not recognized by the highest medical association, and it cannot be certified by hand surgery. His operation is a pheasant operation."

  Deng Changxi put down the phone, so angry that he wanted to drop his teacup.

   "Old Wu, hurry up and notify everyone to hold a meeting. Everyone has discussed a detailed operation plan. We must ensure that our foster care operation is successful once, otherwise it will be too late."

  In the ward of the Fourth Hospital of Yuezhong University

  Zhang Agen, Zhang Xiaodong's mother, and a group of villagers were all overjoyed to see that another hand had grown on Xiaodong's arm.

  A villager is still bragging to his companions:

   "See, I personally wrapped Xiaodong's arm in stream bottom mud and sent it to the hospital. Now that I'm accepting the job, I'm half of the credit."

   "It's amazing. With Chen Zhongzhuan here, there will be no more people with missing arms or legs."

   "That's right, Chen Zhongzhuan is really the Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva who saves suffering."

  The villagers were talking about it, but Zhang Agen was a little worried. As a "common people", he was not afraid.

   But Chen Qi is different. He is a member of the system, and the grassroots confronts the superiors. This crime can be big or small, but he will never stop there.

   "Chen Qi, what are you going to do next? Will the superiors deal with you?"

  Yan Shifan was unconvinced: "Uncle Agen, Mr. Chen's surgery was successful, and the superior should reward him. How could he still deal with it?"

  Chen Qi smiled:

   "If we say we are successful, we are successful? We have no recognition from the National Association for Surgery of the Hand, no peers have come to the field for field visits, and no papers have been published. Whether this operation is successful or not is up to us, and they have the final say."

  Yan Shifan and Zhang Agen were both taken aback:

   "Then what should we do? Now that we are in the ring, how can they still admit that our operation was successful? So what should we do now?"

  Chen Qi shrugged: "Now we can only wait..."

  Everyone is waiting. The National Hand Surgery Association headed by Wei Cheng and Deng Changxi is waiting for Chen Qi to send up the certification application and the papers he wants to publish.

  Waiting to slap Chen Qi's face severely.

  At the same time, he was waiting for the success of the foster surgery on his severed limb.

   And Chen Qi is also waiting for the World Congress of the West German Society of Surgery in September.

   For this reason, Chen Qi also went to Vietnam-China Television to ask the editors and directors there to help re-edit the operation video, and at the same time began to write a thesis.

  As a result, the members of the Domestic Hand Surgery Association waited and waited, but they did not wait for Chen Qi's application for certification.

  Chen Qi, however, has already arrived at the Shanghai Stock Exchange, and is about to go to West Germany with the Hua Guo delegation.

  The doctors who go abroad to participate in the WCS conference this time need to be certified by the WCS conference organizing committee, and they need to be internationally or internationally influential doctors to participate in the conference.

   It is not a dog or a cat doctor who is self-certified in a certain country, so there are not many doctors going to West Germany.

  Doctors from China participating in the meeting are Professor Ning Mengzhu from Neurosurgery, Professor Zeng Xuexun from Thoracic Surgery, Professor Lu Hezai from Urology, and Professor Wei Cheng from Hand Surgery.

   In addition, Chen Qi’s idol, Professor Wu Mengchao, is a member of the International Society of Surgery, and also the vice president of the International Society of Hepatobiliary Surgery, a secondary medical society under WCS.

  In addition, among a group of old men, there was also a young man, Chen Qi, director of the International Cleft Lip and Palate Society.

  Specially note that there are currently only two doctors in Huaguo, Wu Mengchao and Chen Qi, who are serving in relevant international medical associations. They belong to the WCS conference and are automatically eligible to participate in the conference.

  As for the other experts participating in the meeting, they need to submit their materials to the WCS conference, and those who are approved by the conference are allowed to participate in the conference, which is strictly certified.

  In the Hujiang Hotel, Chen Qi has been standing at the door of the conference room, looking around the corridor, looking very anxious.

  Today is the day when all participating professors report for duty. As soon as he thinks that he will be able to meet the live-action Professor Wu for the first time, Chen Qi is so excited that he cannot sleep all night.

  In the previous life, when Chen Qi graduated and became a hepatobiliary surgery doctor, Professor Wu was still alive, and he was still able to perform surgery on stage at the age of 97. He was a very good person.

   But Chen Qi back then was just one of the many humble little doctors in the country, and he had no chance to meet Professor Wu, let alone become his student. He was not qualified.

  Medicine is a technical job. As an ordinary doctor, he only worships those technical gods, which has nothing to do with the dog mentality.

  While Chen Qi was waiting impatiently, a group of people came up from the stairwell. They were intellectuals just by their temperament.

  Chen Qi is just a newcomer in the medical circle. Naturally, he doesn't know any of the great gods who came, so he quickly stood aside, keeping a smile on his face.

   Several people passing by thought that the person standing in the corridor was a staff member, so they didn't take a second look. Everyone talked and laughed and passed by.

   Only one of the professors, about 50 years old, stopped and thought.

  (end of this chapter)