LCDCP or LC-DCP stands for Limited contact dynamic compression plate. It is a dynamic compression plate with limited contact to the underlying bone which supposedly minimizes disruption in periosteal capillary network and thus in the fracture zone. Also, it should have more uniform bending characters than ordinary DCP:s due to less inclination to bend in the area of holes in the plate.
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