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Chapter 1320

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Ten o 'clock today.

Dr. Mehar's surgery was finally completed.

In his imagination, this was a big plot. I underestimated the difficulty of it, I admit that.

Just like what the article ridiculed, the Nobel Prize in Biology or Medicine might be changed to the Nobel Prize in Biology, but it would definitely not be awarded to clinical surgical methods. This was undoubtedly very ridiculous.

This was the resentment of a clinician.

Kidney transplants and coronary interventional surgeries, which saved countless lives, could not win the Nobel Prize in Medicine, but light-emitting diodes could win the Nobel Prize in Physics. It was simply ridiculous.

Therefore, Boss Zheng did not care about the Nobel Prize at first. This was a projection of some resentment in my heart.

Of course, this was not good. I admitted my mistake and stood still.

In this chapter, some readers said that it was becoming more and more like a scholar's novel.

It was only this part, after all … the reason could be seen.

Some readers said that it had become a fantasy. In fact, the change in clinical surgery itself was very mysterious.

When I first started working, thoracoscopy had just entered the country. At that time, we could only use a thoracoscope to treat spontaneous pneumothorax. It was amazing to do more than ten cases a year.

There was a professor in the country who used a thoracoscope to perform cardiac cancer surgery for nine and a half hours.

At the time, my thought was — isn't this a scourge?

But, I was slapped in the face.

Laparoscopy continued to be popularized, and now, some people were trying to use laparoscopy to complete aortic arch replacement surgery.

'Oh my god, this is crazy.' However, I didn't say anything in case I got slapped in the face again.

Let me give you another example.

Back when endotherm knives were not widely available, open chest surgery required 1,000mL of blood. Close chest surgery required 1,000mL of blood. Yes, that's right, there was so much blood.

The electric burner solved this problem by giving the operating table a barbecued smell.

After every new technology was put into clinical practice, it benefited all living beings.

Having said that, if the turbulence was solved, many of the clinical difficulties would also be solved.

By the way, I edited this paragraph. Originally, I wanted to write about using optical tweezers to remove the stent, but space was limited. If I wrote any more, I was afraid that everyone would get bored. (Note: Optical tweezers are the main theoretical and medical applications of the 2018 Physics Prize.)

Let's go back to the clinic and slowly add in future technology.

This was definitely not a fantasy, but a reality right before their eyes.

It was just like 3D printing technology. Before ordinary people could enjoy it in their daily lives, there was already a 3D printed hip joint in the orthopedics department. Even the autologous stem cell cloning of the heart and 3D printing of the heart had reached the clinical trial stage in the laboratory.

I admired this kind of crazy attitude.

Optical tweezers are impossible? No! Perhaps in a few years, optical tweezers would appear, and in a decade or so, they would be deployed.

This was not a fantasy, nor was it a fantasy. It was a fact. It was just like laparoscopy, which looked simple now. Twenty years later, it became the most basic surgery.

Hmm, the explanation should be clearer.

The Nobel Prize was a big story, and they did not hesitate to take out a lot of space to write it. I looked back at it, reread the whole paragraph, and felt fine.

He was still satisfied.

However, this chapter said that the pressure was huge, so he did not wait today. After the surgery, Boss Zheng returned to the clinic.

At the same time, he would return the Alliance Master and the Sect Leader for not updating.

It was already midnight. He had to ask for something, right?

I'm on duty today. I'm hoping for some consolation. Smooth and steady, don't get picked up in the middle of the night. He absolutely had to write tomorrow's update, or else … his golden body would be broken, and it would be a tragic sight to behold.

Sirs, please take pity on me ~

Bow ~

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