The operating theater of the Department of Cardiovascular Surgery was located on the right side of the elevator on the surgical floor. This location was chosen so that patients could be sent directly to the operating theater as soon as possible.
When Department Director Kang built the new building, he really liked this location, which was equivalent to a central operating theater. Think about it. When a patient was quickly wheeled into the room, a cardiac surgeon who had mastered the best medical skills in the world could enter the room in a ceremonial manner while wearing a beautiful surgical gown and raising his hands. Then, he would leave the countless doctors who were watching him behind.
Even the most arrogant surgeons could not avoid seeing the doctors from the Department of Cardiovascular Surgery because they had to pass by the elevator.
Seeing their solemn or humorous expressions, seeing their tall and straight bodies, and seeing the strength in their fingertips …
At the very least, when Department Director Kang imagined this scene, there was background music in his mind …
"Straighten your backs." Department Director Kang looked to his left and right and angrily scolded his subordinates.
They did not look like doctors at all when they bent their backs!
"Boss, I haven't been home for thirty hours." One of his subordinates straightened his back and complained.
"You haven't been home for thirty hours, not thirty hours without sleep." Department Director Kang snorted in his heart. He knew very well whether there were patients in the department.
Department Director Kang frowned and was very dissatisfied with his subordinate's attitude. What would happen if Huo Congjun said the same thing? Would anyone refute him like this?
At the end of the day, he still had too little control. Department Director Kang frowned and thought, 'If it is not because I have no one else I can use, I should make things difficult for the entire department to ensure the authority of the department director.'
"Stand up straight, scrub your hands seriously, and don't whisper to each other. Why do I feel like I'm a homeroom teacher? " Department Director Kang kept giving orders, trying to make his subordinates behave more like the top surgeons in his mind.
Of course, it was useless.
If it was useful, he would not have waited until today.
His subordinates responded perfunctorily, as if he was talking to an associate chief physician instead of a serious department director.
Department Director Kang sighed, and his tone became a little more relaxed. "Cheer up, all of you. We can only perform a few surgeries in a week. Now that you're in the operating theater, you have to pay more attention. Skills are learned through repeated surgeries."
"But we have too few surgeries, don't we?" Today's assistant, He Liang, the attending physician, pursed his lips and habitually complained.
The junior doctors had to respect the senior doctors, accept the reasonable and unreasonable requests of the senior doctors, and be the senior doctors' emotional trash bin and human trash bin. They had to take as little money as possible and do as much work as possible … But the prerequisite for all of this was that the senior doctors could provide the junior doctors with resources.
Tangible income could be resources. Titles and positions that everyone pursued could also be resources. Illusory skills and prospects could also be resources. The most basic of all was the number of patients and the number of surgeries performed.
If a department did not even have enough patients and surgeries, then what future did it have? What income did it have?
However, this was the current situation in the Department of Cardiovascular Surgery of Yun Hua Hospital. Department Director Kang had painstakingly accumulated patients, but it was already difficult for him to use them, let alone for his subordinates.
Department Director Kang felt a little guilty about it.
Squeak squeak squeak ~
A few young nurses passed by the scrub room and chattered about something.
Jijijijijiji …
The two doctors looked like they were just passing by, but they stopped and looked over.
Department Director Kang suddenly felt a little touched.
'Yes, the Department of Cardiovascular Surgery in Yun Hua Hospital is on the decline, but the Department of Cardiovascular Surgery is still a respected and attractive top-notch discipline. Otherwise, why would there be so many people staring at the old, weak, and disabled people in our department?
"He Liang!" Department Director Kang suddenly yelled.
He Liang was stunned, but he still said obediently, "Department director?"
"Don't try to mislead people here. If you don't want to perform surgery, go home and rest." Department Director Kang directly chased him away. Based on his usual behavior, this was a very serious warning.
Today was just a simple cardiac trauma suture. Even without the help of an assistant like He Liang, he could still do it himself.
He Liang could not figure out the department director's train of thought. He was a little stunned, but he lowered his head and let the matter go.
Department Director Kang's authority as a department director increased slightly. When he smiled again, he saw a shadow blocking the light in the corridor.
"Department Director Kang." The tall and big Ling Ran greeted him and walked into the bathroom.
"Doctor Ling …"
"Doctor Ling?"
The people in the washroom were all astonished.
After Ling Ran started to wash his hands, he saw more people passing by. Some nurses even pretended to pass by and barged in. They looked at Ling Ran with a piercing gaze before they lowered their heads and left.
Department Director Kang cursed in his heart and asked, "Ling Ran … do you have surgery here?"
"Probably … not yet."
"Then why are you washing your hands?"
"Oh … I want to go to your operating theater to take a look." Ling Ran gave a socially acceptable smile and said, "Sometimes, I like to watch surgeries after washing my hands."
Department Director Kang almost scolded him.
Watching other people's surgeries after washing his hands? Everyone knew what he was trying to do …
Department Director Kang looked at Ling Ran coldly and said, "Doctor Ling, we have a lot of surgeries today, so I won't invite you to watch."
Ling Ran was stunned and asked, "How many people are there?"
Department Director Kang was so angry that his liver hurt. Was the main point in this sentence the number of people?
"How is the patient?" Ling Ran asked again when he saw that Department Director Kang did not say anything.
Department Director Kang said angrily, "It's a cardiac trauma. How good can it be?"
"If it's a simple cardiac trauma, I've done it before …" Ling Ran also knew how to express his status.
For this kind of surgery, "done before" was definitely the best way to express it. A surgeon who had done cardiac surgery and a surgeon who had not done cardiac surgery were completely different.
And as long as he had done it before, the probability of making a mistake again was relatively low.
But Department Director Kang only felt that Ling Ran had revealed his true intentions. He was still thinking about how to refuse when the young nurse beside him whispered, "Department director, I've asked someone to turn on the air conditioner. It doesn't matter if there are a few more doctors."
"Alright." Department Director Kang shook off the water in his hand and went straight to the operating theater. He was too lazy to talk.
In the operating theater, the anesthetist was already ready. When he saw Department Director Kang and the others return, he stood up and said, "We can start."
"Then let's start." Department Director Kang stood at the chief surgeon's position.
"Oh, okay." The anesthetist was a little not used to Department Director Kang's swift and decisive actions. He thought, 'What happened to enjoying the slow pace of the surgery?
* Shick. *
As soon as the surgery started, the door of the operating theater was stepped open.
"Doctor Ling …" the nurses exclaimed softly.
Department Director Kang did not say a word and focused on the surgery.
"Median incision," Ling Ran said casually when he saw Department Director Kang's operation.
Department Director Kang could not help but feel a chill in his heart. The thought of rushing to perform the surgery suddenly disappeared, and it was replaced by worry. 'I don't want to be treated as a backdrop just because I perform one surgery.'
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