"The upper vein cannulation is completed..."

"The extracorporeal circulation begins..."

In the operating room, the sound was heard constantly, the extracorporeal circulation had been established, and the patient's heart had stopped beating.

"Retract the hook, expose the mitral valve!"

"Sewed thread!"

In the operating room, Fang Han's operations were still the same. At this moment, both Solis and Su Xuewen were honest like children who had just started their internship.

"Dr. Fang's suture level is so high!"

Su Xuewen flattered from time to time, as if he had changed from an expert director to a dog licking.

After seeing Fang Han's level, Su Xuewen already had other ideas.

He is still young, only fifty-one, yes, still young.

Fifty-one is really young for surgeons. If there is no physical problem, Su Xuewen will have at least ten years of peak career.

The profession of doctor is the better it is. Su Xuewen is already at the top of the industry at the age of fifty, but he still has ambitions.

Doctors are a profession that is immortal to study, without any operation, without any progress.

When it reaches Su Xuewen's level, it is already difficult for him to make progress. It is not about his own room for improvement, but about opportunities.

There are few people in China who are better than Su Xuewen. If Su Xuewen wants to improve, he can only find ways to study in some top medical institutions abroad, but there are too few opportunities like this.

There are so many hospitals and so many top experts in the country want such an opportunity. It is so difficult to study in top medical institutions abroad, even more difficult than high school students who want to go to the Qing Dynasty and Yan University in the college entrance examination.
Chapter completed!