Outside the operating room, relatives and friends of the Zhu family came over, and the Yue Steel Factory also sent several cadres to understand the situation.

As soon as Chen Qi came out of the operating room, he was surrounded by a group of people.

"Doctor, how is my son?"

"Can my brother's finger be saved?"

Before Chen Qi could speak, Bian Meng spoke first: "Don't worry, with our dean doing the surgery himself, how could it not be successful?"

Chen Qi also smiled:

"The operation was initially successful, but there are still several difficulties to overcome later, such as the infection period, vascular crisis period, and edema period. This requires a large amount of high-end antibiotics and nursing care to determine whether the finger transplant operation is successful or not.

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A section chief from the Yue Steel Plant stood up:

"Don't worry, Director Chen. Zhu Shuijin is a regular employee of our factory, and the factory will reimburse his medical expenses. You can use whatever medicine you need, as long as it can ensure that Comrade Zhu Shuijin can recover smoothly."

Chen Qi couldn't help but sigh in his heart: Look, this is the advanced nature of Duhuism.

Poverty is not socialism. Being unable to afford medical treatment and medical expenses, forcing patients to kneel down and beg for help, is also not what should happen in a system as superior as socialism.

"Okay, with the words of your factory leader, we are more confident in the patient's recovery and smooth discharge."

In fact, what Chen Qi was thinking was that if the NND bosses didn't kill them this time, they wouldn't be able to bear the consequences of his newly invented technique.

Zhu Zhirong's expression was a little hesitant, but he still asked:

"Dean Chen, did you really pick up two toes on your hand? This, this..."

Zhu's family and people from the Yue Steel Factory who were watching looked a little constipated when they heard this. They couldn't imagine what kind of weird shape it would be like to have two toes growing out of their hands.

Then I stretched out my hand, and all I saw were toes. I lost my appetite at this dinner table.

Chen Qi shrugged: "Don't worry, I have tried my best to use cosmetic techniques. The fingers will definitely be a little different from normal fingers in the future, but it won't be too different. I think appearance is not as important as function, right?"
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"Yes, yes," Zhu Zhirong smiled and nodded.

Zhu's mother was also very excited: "It's really the blessing of Bodhisattva and the manifestation of ancestors. My son finally doesn't have to become a disabled person and can keep his job."

Zhu Zhirong stared at him after hearing this: "What kind of Bodhisattva is not Bodhisattva? It all depends on Dean Chen's blessing. Without Dean Chen, this brat's life would be ruined."

The third daughter of the Zhu family also echoed: "That's right, Mom, there is a living Buddha right in front of you, why bother to worship the Clay Bodhisattva?"

"Go, kid, don't talk nonsense."

The atmosphere at the scene eased, and Chen Qi was about to go back to rest when he was suddenly grabbed by Zhu Zhirong, pulled into a corner, and then quickly stuffed a red envelope into Chen Qi's pocket.

Before Chen Qi could stop him, the old man had already run away quickly.

Chen Qi has been familiar with this routine his whole life.

The difference is that in the previous life, patients were given it before surgery, but in this life, they are given after the operation is successful. I guess it’s because they don’t let go of the rabbit before they see it, right?

Chen Qi opened it and took a look. There were 10 big unity cards inside, worth 100 yuan.

100 yuan in 1986 should be the monthly income of a factory worker, so it is not stingy.

Chen Qi was not short of money, but he and his surgical team of more than ten people worked hard for 10 hours to help the patient save his finger. In fact, he did not feel guilty about taking the money.

So he was going to collect the money, but instead of putting it into his own pocket, he was going to spend it.

"Hey, border alliance, come here."

"What's wrong?"

"Now go to the Yunlin Hotel next to the hospital and knock on the door. Ask Li Yunlin to prepare a table of good wine and food. Everything in the store will be served. The patient's family just gave him a red envelope, and we made it all today."

Haidong Province has completely reformed and opened up in 1986. There are no restrictions on whether people can set up factories or open stores, so various private hotels have sprung up like mushrooms after a rain.

Yunlin Hotel may seem to have a grand name, but it is actually a small family restaurant opened by villagers Li Yunlin and his wife. The upstairs is their residence and the downstairs is the hotel business room.

The fried dishes are also home-cooked, and the customers are mainly Ruanshe Township cadres and Fourth Hospital workers. The Hexian cuisine is excellent.

Moreover, the good thing about self-employed people is that you can come to your door at any time and they will provide services at any time. You work very hard to make money.

It's not like a state-run guest house. If you knock on the door in the middle of the night and say you want to eat, it would be strange if the chef and waiter don't come out with a kitchen knife and chop you.

"Wow~~~"

The young doctors and nurses nearby cheered when they heard this.

First of all, everyone was really hungry. For fear of going to the toilet, they didn’t even dare to drink water during the 10-hour operation. Now it can be said that they are hungry, thirsty and tired.

But these days, there is no Meituan takeout, and you can’t even buy instant noodles. Everyone thought they would go back to bed hungry.

Now I heard that I can host a banquet, wouldn’t I be happy?

Secondly, although everyone had enough to eat in 1986, having enough food did not mean eating well. The daily diet of employees was still mainly vegetarian.

Even if it’s the Chinese New Year, we can only eat and drink a lot on New Year’s Eve, and eat leftovers every day after New Year’s Eve.

Nowadays, everyone is salivating when they hear that wine and meat are freely available, and their stomachs are rumbling and they are even hungrier.

"Okay, okay, stop wowing, hurry up and pack up, we will set off immediately, and Lao Bian, Lao Ma, you don't have to go back in a hurry. It's rare for us to get together during the Chinese New Year, let's go and have fun together."<

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Director Bian and Director Ma looked at each other and agreed with a smile.

"Okay, let's take advantage of the dean's honor today."

In the middle of the night on the fourth day of the Lunar New Year, more than a dozen doctors and nurses from the Fourth Hospital spent their time together chatting, bragging, and singing songs. Many years later, everyone still remembers this scene.

Clearly.

Because this night, Chen Qi got drunk for the first time. He kept shouting about what he was looking for and said he wanted to take a photo and post it on WeChat Moments...

In distant Japan, Mrs. Yu Yoshiya couldn't sleep in the middle of the night. Looking at his daughter on the hospital bed, he kept thinking about Professor Hashimoto Ken's words:

"I really can't do anything about this surgery. If anyone in the world can do this correction surgery, I'm afraid only Dr. Chen Qi from China can try it. I'm very sorry."

"China?"

In the eyes of the Japanese in this era, their impression of China still remains during World War II, and they feel that it is a poor, backward and very ignorant country.

Yoshiya Yuta is not a ****, he is just a fisherman at the bottom of Japan, but he also thinks that China is a mysterious and backward country.

Does such a country really have a world-class doctor?
Chapter completed!