633: C633 Fragment Splicing

C633 Fragment Splicing

2Putting a broken bone together was like the most common jigsaw puzzle. It looked simple, but it was actually very complicated. Chen Qun knew that if he didn't splice countless different kinds of bone fragments into the System Space, it would be useless no matter how skilled he was in surgery.

To put it bluntly, this jigsaw puzzle was similar to Eldest Miss's Magnetic Ball. Chen Qun also planned to use this as an excuse to explain the reason behind his proficient technique.

The splicing of comminuted fractures had always been a difficult problem for orthopedic doctors. This was because there were some broken bones that simply could not be used. Moreover, there were many of them, so it was impossible to filter them out one by one. One, he could only rely on his luck and perception.

Chen Qun knew that unless he met with a special situation, it would be impossible for him to do such a massive healing operation for his broken leg bone.

Even though Dr. Dudley was typing on the computer beside him in an attempt to find a suitable algorithm to piece together all the broken bones, he gave up in the end.

The principle was very simple. After Chen Qun started the operation, he fixed the largest pieces of bone onto the spiderweb device according to their original position without any thought. Then, he searched for usable bone fragments among the messy bones, and also removed the damage caused by the bones to other parts of the body.

Even though it was a pair of hands, it took five to six hands to complete the task. There was still some spare time, so he instructed his two assistants to do the next stage of hemostasis work.

Whether it was Dr. Dudley who was present, experts or leaders in every field of biology, or even billionaires who didn't have much guidance on medicine, they were all shocked by Chen Qun's methodical and clear bone shattering process.

Looking at his movements, if one didn't know it, it was as if he had practiced it countless times.

Dr. Dudley looked at Chen Qun's delicate yet quick movements and knew that he was the partner he was looking for. Many experiments failed in the end. Most of the time, the general doctor could not complete many movements. Moreover, he could only master the part which he specialized in. Thus, he did not dare to involve himself in other fields.

Even if he had to learn from the beginning, the damned law of life would have to show off its existence and prove that his plan was completely unworkable through his' aging 'method.

As for the idiot who only knew to boast and rely on all kinds of cheating to show off his annual salary of over a hundred million, there were only three or four people better at lab surgery than him, but they still couldn't complete this jigsaw puzzle operation.

Dr. Dudley immediately stopped when he realized that it was useless to use the computer algorithm to help. He acted as the commander in chief of the surgery team so that all the equipment, medicines, and instruments that Chen Qun needed were ready as soon as possible.

As he commanded, he tried to think of a way to ask Chen Qun to join him. Whether it was for money or fame, Chen Qun probably didn't need his help. However, hearing that he was preparing to compete for the Nobel Prize in medicine, and was still relying on a technique that hadn't been awarded in a half a century, this was clearly a free advertisement.

But to him, he could at least guarantee that his arcane skills would pass the test, and that there would be a 50% chance of him winning the prize. He was most adept at handling such secret chests. For those old things from the jury, there was nothing more important than youth!

For this Asian youth from the East, what some ordinary people thought to be illusory was more important than real money. One of them was honor. This was something that he had to fight for, so he should start from this weak point.

No, he should be directly asking his leader to discuss this matter. It was impossible for a young man to jump out and apply for the Nobel Prize, and it had to be the doing of some wily old man in the hospital.

Young people may not be bought by anyone, but for old people, they knew that as long as the price was right, everything could be traded. Especially in cases where they didn't violate any of the normal moral norms, it could be said that they were trying everything out to get there.

He would not work with this little fellow in private. He would definitely bring out an international platform to work with him. At that time, everything was a diplomatic affair. As for the final part, it was up to him.

Didn't this young Chen like to save people? Then let him see what level modern medicine had reached. Many diseases that were similar to terminal illness were gradually beginning to loosen up.

Dr. Dudley and others thought everything through properly and then realized one thing. The patient's left leg was almost completely repaired by Chen Qun. Dozens of bones of different sizes were embedded together. Although it couldn't be called a completely meaningful femur, it was at least an entire construct.

Such a strong spatial logical thinking ability is indeed one of the typical characteristics of scholar Syndrome Patient. This ability was uncontrollable. If one did not even know how it worked, then one could only rely on luck.

"Stop, quickly stop!" The work here was almost done, and there were still some supplements to be added to ensure that the femur was intact. "Chen, you can begin the operation on your other leg. Wait for me to fill up the femoral web and then sew it up. I will finish the operation within forty minutes.

Dr. Dudley saw that Chen Qun was so fast that he couldn't keep up with him anymore, so he stopped him and asked him to perform the surgery on the other side.

Perhaps other people didn't mind losing this little bit of time to let Chen Qun continue with his work, but Dr. Dudley was also a patient with obsessive-compulsive disorder. He knew that a young doctor who could perform surgery for the first time in the world would definitely not allow time to flow out from the gaps of his fingernails.

However, when he had become an assistant, he had become too busy to stop the operation and let the surgeon follow his rhythm.

This kind of feeling only appeared when he was still in medical school and had been scolded so harshly by his mentor that there was no way to refute it. As his skills increased, there had never been a doctor who could make him, the person in charge of the entire process, unable to keep up with his pace?

This kind of arcane master was much faster than the commander. In all sorts of unreliable operations, he was far too clear on what it meant to be an arcane master.

Time was life. Even if it was ten seconds, it would be the key to a successful operation, let alone one or two minutes.

This was a temporary appearance in the operating room. He had done it as a promotional gesture, and if he did not succeed, he could perform an amputation to save the patient's life. He could have bet that all the doctors and experts present wouldn't say that his research had failed because of the operation.

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