Chapter 251 I may not cure it well, but I will cure it well
In Wang Jiani’s house, the lights were adjusted by Luo Hao to make them dim and ambiguous.
He said this kind of light is suitable for watching documentaries.
When I opened the video produced by Wang Jiani, there was no music in the background, and it was completely dark.
“Ka~”
The light and shadow lit up, one foot stepped on the ground, and dust flew into the sky.
Close-up.
The dark style of AFP that Luo Hao likes.
The light shines down from the opposite side, and every particle of dust flying up is clearly visible.
Then the siren of the 120 ambulance was playing in the background, and a sense of urgency arose spontaneously. Every speck of dust carries tension, pulling people directly into the documentary.
Luo Hao sat in front of the computer and was surprised to see this scene.
Not to mention what happened next, just this second made Luo Hao look forward to it.
Da Nizi is indeed a self-media material, and she has the right scale.
The camera turned and the lights of the 120 ambulance that Luo Hao was familiar with flickered in the darkness.
Sudden braking, white smoke emitted from the tires.
The camera did not focus on the patient. The white smoke and deep black marks from the tires silently gripped the audience's hearts.
"How are you!"
"Suddenly not breathing, I have been doing cardiopulmonary resuscitation."
The short conversation was urgent, tense, and full of emotions.
The camera turned again, and a doctor was kneeling on the flat car, performing compressions.
The doctor who pulled the flat car was also very skilled. He did not slow down when turning and made a beautiful drift, pulling the flat car into the emergency room.
Da da da~
The subtitles did not appear until this moment.
Luo Hao pressed pause.
“Da Nizi, you did a good job.” Luo Hao sighed.
"Really!" Wang Jiani's little face was filled with blush and pride, her eyes were turning, and there were stars.
“Tell me what you think.”
“The documentary started out peacefully. If I had explained the condition to the patients at the beginning, I would be worried that no one would watch the documentary. Nowadays, people are impetuous, and the top three If there is no exciting content, they will leave. ”
“Okay! ”
"Okay!!!"
Luo Hao said hello three times in a row.
Wang Jiani's face turned red and she was speechless after being praised by Luo Hao.
"Tsk, tsk, that's really good." Luo Hao muttered to himself and continued playing.
Then there were cries, and a man in white clothes came out. The patient's family members knelt down and hugged the doctor's legs.
The picture gradually blurred, but when the subtitles were supposed to appear, they were empty and there was only a clicking sound.
“I don’t know what the copywriting is about.”
Luo Hao didn’t press pause. He understood what Da Nizi meant.
Mainly because the documentary gave Luo Hao a refreshing feeling, and he had a strong desire to watch it.
As for the copywriting, Luo Hao doesn’t think it’s important.
The picture has vividly demonstrated a sudden death disease.
The black background is so thick, and it is so similar to the restricted area of life that generations of medical people have tried to break into for many years.
The screen flashed, and it was still the "hell style" picture quality.
Although it is not just black and white, but also color, and you can see the "flower hat" of the anesthesiologist in the operating room, it still gives Luo Hao a harsh feeling.
Didi didi~
The familiar sounds of ECG monitoring and ventilator came, and the anesthesiologist was preparing to intubate and complete the anesthesia.
The doctors and nurses in the operating room are busy.
The picture is cold and heavy, and even the sounds made by the ventilator and monitor make people's hearts tremble.
You can tell at one glance that something is going to happen.
Coupled with the previous death of the patient brought by the 120 ambulance as a foreshadowing, the audience had already guessed that the operation did not go smoothly.
Suddenly a normal color flashed through, and Xiaonan stood at the door of the operating room wearing a hospital gown, with her parents cheering her up.
The normal color picture just flashed away, and the sound of dripping came again.
The pictures are intertwined.
Here, Wang Jiani boldly made her own design.
She did not follow the timeline, telling how Xiaonan discovered the disease and prepared for surgery.
The main screen is always in the operating room, with the screen constantly flashing to recall every bit of the past.
The appearance of normal colors gave Luo Hao the feeling that Xiao Nan was about to enter hell. As Xiaonan walked into the operating room, her normal color gradually transformed into black and white.
This approach is extremely genius.
The strong color differences silently tell people watching the documentary what is about to happen.
Although I know the whole process and the ending,
Although he has gone through countless surgeries and surgical training,
Luo Hao still feels a little nervous.
The door of the operating room opened, and a ray of light fell in the operating room.
There was no dust flying when the first foot landed.
The light fell on the faces of the equipment nurse and circulating nurse who were tapping the equipment. They were so focused.
The light fell on the faces of the busy anesthesiologists and assistants. They were so focused.
The light fell on the face of the doctor who was preparing for the operation and reading the pictures for the last time.
The light is not dazzling, not even gentle, a little cold.
There is a strong conflict with the warm human tones in the flashback "memory".
涿拉~
The size 42 feet appeared wearing slippers.
The picture is very low, and the focus is on the feet that appear at the end, wearing size 42 slippers.
One second later, Luo Hao heard his own voice.
“The operation is suspended.”
The voice was warm and genial, like a ray of light.
The picture then moves up, and along with it, the warm and genial sunshine slowly spreads out with "Luo Hao" as the center, dispersing the dark wind that AFP is accustomed to.
Even Luo Hao felt "stable" when he saw this scene.
Da da da da~
Four words appear in the upper right corner of the back - Xiehe Luo Hao.
"..." Luo Hao was silent.
This appearance is too awesome.
"Professor Luo, what's wrong?"
"The patient has cardiac vegetations, which is considered to be an extremely rare disease."
The disease emanating from Luo Hao's body The light does not directly swallow the darkness, but intertwines and fights with the darkness.
The director of the gynecology department turned her head, her determined expression in the darkness was a little astonished.
Although there is only one expression, it can be called an actor-level performance. In other words, it is Wang Jiani's post-editing + production, and the rich dark hell style that gave the gynecological director many emotions.
Although the scene is very short, the emotions of confusion, entanglement, and struggle are very strong.
“Prepare for video consultation, I’ll contact Boss Lang.”
The screen turned and the iconic building at the gate of the Imperial Capital Union Hospital appeared.
The sky is blue, the sun is bright, and the universe is bright.
Then a photo took up the entire picture - Lin Qiaozhi.
Luo Hao suddenly felt a sore nose and almost shed tears.
Teacher Lin’s photos appear extremely abrupt, but precisely because of this abruptness, they violently break the depression caused by the previous dark painting style.
Zhizhizhi~
The chirping of birds in Xiehe compound serves as the background, full of vitality, sweeping away the gloom and depression.
The camera gradually zooms out.
The photo of Mr. Lin Qiaozhi in the office gradually became smaller, and the surrounding wood carvings and clocks appeared.
This is Boss Lang’s office.
Luo Hao is familiar with this place.
Just seeing this scene suddenly in the documentary made Luo Hao's heart tremble like a big bell.
Boss Lang was wearing reading glasses and was writing something when his cell phone rang.
Da da da da, letters appeared in the upper right corner of Boss Lang.
Xiehe Lang Jinghe, honorary director of Imperial Obstetrics and Gynecology Hospital, professor, doctoral supervisor, academician of the Academy of Engineering, academician of the Eurasian Academy of Sciences...
Boss Lang has too many titles, if I type them all The entire screen is not enough.
The six-dot ellipsis means a lot.
"Dr. Luo, what's going on?" Boss Lang connected to the video.
The picture does not fall on the video, but is facing Boss Lang.
The old man’s face was glowing red, and his voice was full of confidence, calm and calm, which made people feel reassured.
Luo Hao heard his voice again.
A simple and clean introduction to the patient's condition.
"Come to Xiehe, you can't do that." Boss Lang replied, and then briefly told the causes and consequences of the disease.
The picture changed again, but there was no sudden change. Boss Lang’s figure gradually faded, and the animation appeared in front of his eyes.
Uterine fibroids spread to venous blood vessels and evolve into venous leiomyomas within the blood vessels.
Leiomyoma spreads in blood vessels, the 3D animation is beautifully done, and even some details are taken care of.
Leiomyoma gradually climbs up, like an ivy or a kite string. Finally, it comes to the heart, forming cardiac vegetations.
As the heart beats, the growths also move.
The animation time is not long, about 10 seconds. But Luo Hao knew that it was only 10 seconds, and Tiangong spent a lot of energy.
"How much did this cost?" Luo Hao clicked to pause and asked.
"I said I wanted to make a documentary to record rare diseases. Boss Lang was very happy. It was his old man who contacted Tiangong, and I haven't spent any money yet." Wang Jiani's voice became quieter and timid as she spoke.
"What are you afraid of?" Luo Hao watched the documentary intently and asked casually in a straight man's voice.
"I'm afraid I'll cause trouble for you." Wang Jiani whispered.
Luo Hao raised his hand with a smile and messed up Da Nizi's hair, "It's not that much trouble. It's best for Boss Lang to handle this matter, so there's no need to think too much."
"Luo Hao, didn't you say that movie-level animation is 100,000/second? This is one million less."
"Damn, this is not movie-level."
"Ah?!" Wang Jiani was startled, then frowned, looking fierce.
"It's enough." Luo Hao said with a smile, "There's no need to make movie-level animations, it's a waste. It's almost enough. We are just doing science popularization, not going to go"
"Oh oh oh."< br>
Luo Hao clicked on the video and continued watching.
As Boss Lang finished explaining, the animation came to an end.
Simple animations and popular explanations vividly show the emergence and evolution of diseases.
With the help of the dying patients who were unable to receive first aid in the first place, the severity of the disease was beyond words.
But the next second, the animation appeared in front of you again.
This is a surgery animation.
The "kite string" floats in the blood vessels and gradually forms blood clots.
Finally, the blood clot fell off and blocked the pulmonary artery, and a series of data flowed down like a waterfall.
The screen switches to the first emergency treatment. Boss Lang did not explain it, but the easy-to-understand picture told those who looked at it that the kite string and the growths were like time bombs that could be detonated in the human body at any time.
Xu~~~
Luo Hao breathed a sigh of relief.
Although I haven’t finished reading it, it’s enough.
AFP's dark-style rescue, exquisite animation, and Boss Lang personally appeared on the scene to explain.
Everything is perfect, and it is the kind of popular science documentary Luo Hao imagined.
No one will look at this kind of thing, but as long as you click on it, you will be attracted to it.
Not to mention, Da Nizi is really talented in this field.
Then the high-speed train roared into the platform and arrived at the Imperial Capital.
The lintel of Xiehe is like the door leading to "life". There is a huge crowd, and the scene shows a gynecological consultation.
Big bosses appeared one after another to attend the consultation.
Every boss is accompanied by a bunch of clicking sounds.
Every introduction is dazzling, making people unable to look directly and feeling awe.
Wang Jiani did not show much about the consultation.
The bosses' labels, serious expressions, and serious attitudes had already shown everything. As for more detailed medical science, she did not dwell too much on it.
The third consultation finalized the surgical procedure.
The screen swept across the faces of the big guys present at the meeting, and everyone had serious expressions.
At this time, even in Concordia, the picture still turned into the hell style of AFP.
Half of Boss Lang's body was in darkness, and half of his body was illuminated by a faint light. His eyes were determined, and a breath of iron blood came to his face.
Not to mention, Wang Jiani has mastered the essence of AFP’s dark style.
Not all people shrouded in shadow are evil people, they may also be warriors who dare to resist the evil beasts that cast shadows from other dimensions.
Faced with an extremely rare but extremely difficult disease, even the boss of Xiehe Lang was shrouded in darkness.
Director Pan Jie Pan is elegant and easy-going. A shadow envelopes him, with only a little light appearing on Director Pan's right hand.
The light was so dim that only Luo Hao, who was familiar with interventional surgery, understood that Teacher Pan was simulating surgery and how to use a catcher to capture the growths without damage.
"That's it, prepare for the operation." Boss Lang's voice was low, like a warrior facing the dragon without hesitation.
Although the picture is simple, it still allows Wang Jiani to edit it to create the feeling that even though there are thousands of people, I am gone.
The screen flashes again.
A photo of Lang Jing and Academician Lang appeared. The photo has turned yellow, and the writing on it is very faint - I may not cure it well, but I will cure it well.
Fuck!
Luo Hao's eyes widened and he couldn't believe that Boss Lang actually took out this photo.
Luo Hao has never seen this photo, it only exists in legends.
I heard that Union Hospital took promotional photos of directors many years ago. Boss Lang did this once and said this.
Unexpectedly, Boss Lang took out everything from the bottom of the box. This was definitely not his own honor, Luo Hao knew it.
Looking at the photo, Luo Hao was in a trance.
At this moment, there is no explanation, no words, only a photo from who knows how many years ago.
The words above are a little blurry, but they are extremely clear.
I may not be able to cure it well, but I will definitely cure it well.
What next?
Luo Hao raised his eyebrows.
The atmosphere has been raised to the extreme, so the next step is not to end in an anticlimactic manner.
But it is probably difficult to escape the anticlimactic ending. Wang Jiani did so well in the previous paragraph. Luo Hao couldn't figure out how Wang Jiani could break the oppressive hell style of AFP.
Luo Hao did not click pause and continued reading.
In Luo Hao's imagination, Xiaonan and her parents should appear at the door of the operating room for the second time.
But this time, their expressions, language, and movements should not be as calm and calm as last time.
This is extremely difficult to photograph.
To Luo Hao's surprise, movie-level animation appeared.
It seems like illusion and seems real.
A skinny, trembling hand was holding a Parker pen and writing with difficulty on the manuscript paper.
The camera zooms out, and there is a pile of drafts next to the bedridden old man. The words are so dazzling - gynecological tumors.
It's Mr. Lin!
Luo Hao burst into tears instantly.
This is the picture of Mr. Lin Qiaozhi after he had a cerebral infarction and was bedridden in the 1980s.
Through time and space, Tiangong’s animation showed Luo Hao a scene in which Mr. Lin insisted on writing about gynecological tumors even when he was in bed.
The picture is still dark and dark.
Mr. Lin, who was tortured by the disease, smiled and wrote word by word with a glow on the tip of his pen, meticulously.
Her pen is like a sharp blade, cutting through the darkness.
In the past, Cangjie wrote books, while the sky rained millet and ghosts cried at night.
The word cutting through the darkness gradually turned into a blade in the operating room.
Wang Jiani used a combination of reality and animation in this section. There was no Luo Hao in the surgery scene. Boss Lang cut off the uterine fibroids, but did not step down from the stage, but made a gesture.
In dark tones, the gestures are simple and powerful.
Director Pan Jiepan started the operation. The catcher went down the jugular vein and came to the ventricle to catch the vegetation.
Luo Hao was in a trance and didn't notice the switch between reality and animation.
Everything is so natural, as if walking in the darkness of hell, trying to save one soul after another and see the light again.
Unconsciously, Luo Hao was immersed in it and couldn't extricate himself.
In the animation, the catcher naturally catches the growth on the heart. With a few simple movements, a scratch and a twist, the growth falls off gently and cleanly.
The vascular surgeon has cut open the femoral vein and carefully pulled out the "kite string" bit by bit.
Every movement is so gentle and firm, and the picture switches back and forth between reality and animation.
Mr. Lin's pen and every movement in the operating room are cleverly blended together, giving people a natural and smooth feeling.
It is indeed a movie-level animation. The quality of the animation even surpasses the production level of Hollywood Industrial Light and Magic. It is difficult to distinguish the authenticity from the fake, as if there were really nano-robots following the growths and filming all the time.
Unknowingly, the dark hell wind of AFP gradually faded away. With the cooperation of countless bosses and the silent efforts of countless departments, a kite string was pulled out from the femoral vein.
Academician Lang started taking pictures.
The kite string in the photo gradually becomes blurry, and as the picture changes at a speed visible to the naked eye, a book is closed.
Mr. Lin had a kind face, leaned his back on the bed, and breathed a sigh of relief.
Gynecological Oncology.
Time and space are intertwined and passed down from generation to generation. When he was young, Boss Lang bowed beside Mr. Lin Qiaozhi, picked up the draft of "Gynecological Oncology" in his arms and held it in his arms.
For a moment, Luo Hao was in a trance.
Mr. Lin’s trembling and weak hand fell on the hands of Lang Jing and Boss Lang after suffering a cerebral infarction.
It means a lot.
Da da da~~~
The picture became blurry and a line of words appeared on the screen.
Those who teach us will always be our background.
From green to blue, to green being better than blue.
Those who teach us are always the source of strength,
From supporting hands to solid shoulders.
Those who teach us are always shining stars,
from being confused to moving forward bravely.
Those who teach us should never forget each other, from the rivers to the world, to the sun, menstruation and sky.
——Lang Jinghe "Always Remember the Teacher"
The picture is clear again.
Blue sky, white clouds, green grass, birds, and children playing.
The cheerful laughter was clear and harmonious, dispelling the dark tone of AFP throughout the process.
The sound gradually faded away, but it was like an echo in the empty valley, echoing in Luo Hao's heart.
The documentary ends abruptly.
Luo Hao stared blankly at the black screen, his own face reflected in a blur.
Raising his hand, Luo Hao rubbed the corners of his eyes.
"Luo Hao, how did I do?" Wang Jiani was a little nervous.
Luo Hao said nothing, his eyes filled with tears.
He realized this, then closed his eyes and remained silent for a while.
The first class on obstetrics and gynecology I took at Xiehe was taught by Boss Lang.
More than a hundred years of history were intertwined. For a moment, Luo Hao was in a trance, a little unreal, but it was so real that he couldn't believe it.
Raising his hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes, Luo Hao smiled.
The sun is shining brightly.
To be honest, the documentary was countless times better than Luo Hao imagined.
I can’t help but feel that talent is such a thing, Danizi has something.
"Great!" Luo Hao spoke firmly and gave an evaluation.
……
……
“Brother Luo bless you.”
In the laboratory.
Dong Feifei, who was wearing white clothes, bowed deeply in front of Luo Hao's photo.
She clasped her hands together and kept mumbling.
Senior Brother Luo Haolo cannot know about this matter. After all, it is a bit unlucky, as if he is burning incense for the dead.
But after countless failures, Dong Feifei discovered that as long as she bowed to Senior Brother Luo's photo, clasped her hands and chanted a few words before each experiment, the success rate of the experiment increased significantly.
So she kept this habit and "infected" it to others.
Conducting experiments was originally an extremely scientific thing, and Dong Feifei never thought that she would turn science into... superstition.
But facts will always teach her how to be a good person. After countless failures, Dong Feifei silently admitted the reality.
This is also the daily routine in all laboratories.
Some experiments must be done at a certain point in time, no matter how much the guide urges them. It's better to be late than to fail the experiment. Although it seems to be just a psychological suggestion, does the letter have it?
Dong Feifei’s experiment has reached the most critical step.
Several years of hard work are all at this moment.
After chanting, Dong Feifei dressed neatly, turned back to the utensil, and skillfully grabbed a white mouse.
"I'm sorry, I have to collect blood from you, please be good. This is a scientific experiment, I will not abuse you." Dong Feifei muttered and began to collect blood from the mouse.
The blood vessels of the mice were very thin, but they hit the nail on the head, and the dark red needle was sent to the laboratory.
When the data came out, Dong Feifei felt anxious and pale.
The moment she saw the data, she jumped up!
Striding out of the laboratory and taking off her sterile gloves, Dong Feifei didn't even take off her sterile clothes and directly picked up her mobile phone to make a call.
"Senior brother! Senior brother!"
"What's wrong?" Luo Hao's voice came out.
“I have developed a mouse with the sequelae of crown syndrome and a family genetic tendency!! The pancreatic islets cultivated from stem cells are also ready!!”
"!!!"
(End of this chapter)