"Oh, Professor Tian, ​​welcome, welcome..."

"Director Yao, I haven't seen you one day, welcome."

"Professor Li, you are a rare guest, hurry up, please…."

At the door of the conference room, Tang Guohua brought a group of doctors from the central hospital to welcome the guests of this academic exchange meeting.

Zhang Kun was also busy, guiding everyone to sit down one by one.

The doctors, experts and professors who participated in the exchange were naturally sitting at the huge round table in the conference room. Some young doctors who followed him sat down in the seats on both sides of the conference room.

Everyone is in the same circle, most of them are familiar with each other, and some are even old friends who have been together for a long time, and then the exchange meeting begins.

First of all, Dean Li said the welcome speech, mostly clichés.

After listening for a while, Zhang Kun felt bored and couldn't help but look around and look at the people around the round table.

As he thought before, most of the people who could get into the famous word were not young at all. Zhang Kun looked at it and was probably the youngest one, even Director Tang Guohua, who was in his forties and nearly fifty years old.

And many elderly people with gray hair and even "extremely smart" have long been old.

Among such a group of people, I am a young man who "looks" in his twenties, which is really a special eye-catching thing.

Not to mention, in just a moment, Zhang Kun could at least gain thirty pairs of curious eyes. Among them were experts and professors on the round table, and young doctors on both sides of the conference hall.

You should know that all the people who are qualified to sit at the center round table are experts and professors, and other people who are attending the study are sitting on both sides. Now, suddenly, such a young "little guy" appears at the round table, which means that he is also a participant in this academic exchange meeting.

Who is this person? He looks like a doctor from the central hospital.

Such a young doctor is rare, but now he can still sit at the round table. Is it a mistake? Or is he really going to attend this academic exchange meeting? Is he qualified?

A large number of questions sounded in everyone's hearts.

And only a few people seemed to have some clarity when they looked at Zhang Kun.

After Dean Li's welcome speech, everyone began to speak freely. After some greetings, Tang Guohua stood up and threw away his bricks and jade, and walked to the podium with a stack of documents.

What he is talking about is his recent study on the application of microinvasion on cerebral artery malformations and aneurysms.

It mainly emphasizes the use of biogels and detachable micro-spring coils, and adds the concept of electrolytic detachable platinum micro-spring coils.

After some discussion, it won warm applause from everyone.

Then Professor Tian and Professor Li came on stage to tell their latest research. The paper on stereotactic surgery aroused heated discussions. Professor Tian also explained various issues in detail, fully demonstrating the medical professor's skill.

During this period, Zhang Kun fully demonstrated the low-key purpose of saying less and watching more. Everyone applauded and applauded. Everyone was quiet, and he was speechless, neither raising his hands nor speaking, striving to hide himself in the crowd.

However, his wish was destined to be unfulfilled. After Professor Li walked down the podium with a lot of applause, he sat next to Dean Li and said with a smile.

"Director Li, I don't know if the author of "Neuroelectric Physiology" you mentioned yesterday has come. We really hope to listen to the author's statement. To be honest, I don't understand several things in that paper, and I still want to ask for some advice."

Hearing Director Yao's words, Director Li smiled and looked at Zhang Kun: "This is the deputy director of the Department of Brain and Neurosurgery of our Central Hospital, Dr. Zhang Kun and Dr. Zhang, and the author of "Neuroelectrophysiology."

"Oh?" Hearing Dean Li's words, everyone's eyes in the conference room were involuntarily focused on Zhang Kun.

The young doctors on both sides of the conference hall were all in disbelief.

"What, deputy director? So young?"

"It's impossible. Could it be that Dean Li said it wrong, deputy chief physician?"

Compared with the title of author of neuroelectrophysiology, the three words "Deputy Director" are obviously more noticeable for these young doctors.

People around the round table pay more attention to the identity of neuroelectrophysiology author.

"He is the author of the paper? Dean Li didn't fool us, he is too young."

"Maybe it's because they're properly maintained."

"No matter how much maintenance is, I'm not so young, I don't know if I'm thirty, no, not twenty-five, and my students look older than him."

With a murmur, Dean Li smiled and said to Zhang Kun: "Director Zhang, look, everyone hopes to listen to you about the article "Neuroelectric Physiology", you see?"

Hearing this, Zhang Kun stood up helplessly.

Dean Li pointed at the general, what else could he do? He could only stand up and nodded to everyone.

"All the seniors here in the medical field are there. If you have any wrong words, please give me some advice."

After saying that, Zhang Kun walked onto the podium quietly.

And at this moment, there was a faint sound of discussion coming from the side.

"Huh? Didn't bring the manuscript? Do you want to talk about it without writing? This is too high-profile."

Hearing this, Zhang Kun couldn't help but curl his lips, "The manuscript? You also want me to have time to prepare. I was temporarily arrested and rushed to the scene, so where can I get the time to prepare the manuscript?

I had no choice but to walk onto the podium, then recalled the knowledge inherited from Ye Nantian in my mind, and then started the lecture directly.

"Neuroelectric physiology plays an important role in neuroinvasive surgery. Combined with multifunctional neuroelectrophysiology monitors, auditory evoked potential of brainstem, somatosensory evoked potential, combined with intraoperative navigation and b-ultrasound data, important functional areas can be avoided and lesions can be completely removed or blocked resection..."

"…The significance of the application of evoked potential lies in deep brain lesions. While striving, exposing and cutting out the lesions, the important functional structures adjacent to the surroundings often lead to ischemia, hypoxia, and even complete damage due to pulling, pushing and compression. This can be completely avoided by neuroelectrophysiology."

"...Under the application of neuroelectrophysiology, we can change the lesion part to have multiple surgeries and multiple resections because of fear of damaging the normal functional area, and change it to a one-time resection of the lesion..."

Zhang Kun talked freely according to the information he remembered. The people on the round table and the conference room below the stage slowly changed from shock to a solemn expression, and then listened carefully.

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ps: There are only two chapters today.

I don’t know if you have noticed that the chapters in the past two days are very watery, and it feels like a diary, without any passion.

I don’t know why, but I want to write the serious card text, but I just can’t write it while sitting in front of the computer, and I force myself to write it, which turned out like this.

I'm very dissatisfied. I want to delete the rewrite, but it doesn't work because there must be an update.

But the more I force myself, the less I can’t write it out. The headache hurts so much, as if I have entered a vicious cycle.

I will give you another push to the two chapters I owe. I have a rest today. I will think about the subsequent plot and outline. If possible, I may rewrite what I wrote these two days.

That's it, I'll go and be quiet.
Chapter completed!