Yun Hua Hospital.
In the middle of the surgical floor.
It was a Level 100 laminar flow operating theater. The door was marked with the words "especially clean" in blue font. It was spacious and bright inside …
The cute scrub nurse lowered her head and arranged the instruments. The anesthetist, whose face was full of acne, lowered his head and arranged … the computer folder. He Liang, who looked nervous, lowered his head and arranged … the patient's chest …
Department Director Kang's head was held high. He was so proud that he looked like an old lion that was chased out of a pride.
His lionesses, on the other hand, seemed to be getting further and further away.
Department Director Kang did not pay attention to the lionesses' attitude. He looked at Ling Ran with a complicated gaze. There were so many emotions in his gaze that even he could not figure out himself.
Anger? A little.
Surprise? A lot.
There was also regret, envy, jealousy, regret, reminiscence …
If Department Director Kang did not have a trace of rationality left in him, he would have thrown away the forceps in his hand and let Ling Ran suture the wound himself.
If he did this, he would probably cause some trouble for Ling Ran, because he used one hand to block the patient's wound. It was still a little difficult to use one hand to expose the field of vision.
Even with He Liang or Huo Congjun's help, they would still be busy for a while because of their skills.
However, Department Director Kang knew that it would only be for a while.
Moreover, the result was something that he did not want to accept.
Let Associate Hospital Director Zhou, one of the hospital's higher-ups, have a chance to watch Ling Ran perform a cardiac surgery alone? Regardless of the level and difficulty of this surgery, being a chief surgeon in a cardiac surgery was already a qualification.
Besides, the difficulty of today's surgery was actually not low.
Cardiac trauma repair was like an appendectomy in cardiac surgery, but what was the mortality rate of appendectomy? It was not even a percentage. It had to be explained by the ratio of one in a thousand to ten in ten. It was normal for the survival rate of cardiac trauma repair to be expressed as thirteen out of fifteen or seventeen out of eighteen.
There were always patients who were injured in the inferior vena cava and penetrated the back, and could not get out of the operating table.
If Ling Ran did not help, Department Director Kang could not guarantee the final fate of today's patient.
Twenty years ago, he would have been a little more confident, though not by much. But now …
"Scalpel." Department Director Kang extended his hand. As if he did not notice the awkward atmosphere, he began to enlarge the patient's incision to better expose the wound.
Ling Ran's hand was still pressed on the patient's heart, and Department Director Kang pretended that he did not know.
In any case, he did not look, did not ask, and did not speak.
He Liang continued to work as Department Director Kang's assistant.
Normally, he would definitely say something that would not make people happy. However, he didn't dare to do so today.
Department Director Kang was not too fierce when it came to scolding people among surgeons, but he was still long-winded and annoying.
The most suitable person to be scolded by Department Director Kang was He Liang, so he was the most careful.
The group of people had their own thoughts, and none of them were willing to speak. The operating theater gradually became quiet.
On the contrary, the speed of the surgery had increased, and the accuracy had also increased.
Ling Ran flashed a gratified smile. As expected, as long as everyone did their jobs and did not chat too excitedly, they could increase their efficiency and abilities.
"He Liang, you do the stitching." When Ling Ran saw that the incision was enlarged and the exposure was close to perfect, he took the initiative to give up the chance to suture the wound.
Huo Congjun, who was ready to support Ling Ran at any moment, could not help but show a gratified smile. He was just thinking about what would happen if Ling Ran did not show any respect to Department Director Kang.
Of course, he would still do what he had to do, but he still had to prepare some material to attack and save up some saliva so that Department Director Kang would be obedient.
What Huo Congjun did not expect was that Ling Ran actually took the initiative to ask He Liang to suture the wound in the heart.
It was not Department Director Kang. Department Director Kang was the chief surgeon, and he would definitely be unhappy if Ling Ran asked him to do it. It was also not Ling Ran himself. Ling Ran was from the Emergency Department. If he rushed to suture the wound, he would be disrespecting Department Director Kang. If he put it bluntly, he would be disrespecting others.
He Liang was really the most suitable candidate. He was young, had a low rank, could do things, and was easy to scold …
Huo Congjun nodded slightly. If Ling Ran could point out He Liang, it meant that he had also grown.
He Liang himself did not have a choice. He subconsciously glanced at Department Director Kang, and soon realized that he had made a mistake.
Department Director Kang only glanced at him coldly and did not say a word.
However, He Liang could only perform the suture. His department director was useless, but Huo Congjun and Associate Hospital Director Zhou were not. Forget about other things, they just had to find a reason to throw him into poverty alleviation, and he would lose a lot of weight.
He Liang lowered his head again. Like a working dog, he obediently asked for a needle and thread, and he said in a low voice, "I've never sutured this position before."
"Insert the needle from my finger." Ling Ran taught him without hesitation.
He Liang only dared to hum. Like an intern, he raised the needle with trembling hands.
"Wait a minute … Steady your hand." Ling Ran saw through He Liang's state with just one glance, but he reminded him emotionlessly.
When it came to teaching people to perform surgery, or rather, feeding people to perform surgery, Ling Ran was really very experienced.
He had performed freelance surgeries many times in Changxi Province, and he did not just complete the surgery every time.
Patients who invited freelance surgeons usually wanted to receive better treatment, but it was different for different hospitals and doctors. Many people went for the sake of learning. For example, the freelance surgeons invited by the First People's Hospital of Wuxin City wanted to learn hepatectomy so that they could perform surgery themselves.
This kind of behavior was like asking the seller to give a series of production technology when buying goods. This was often the case in China, and as long as the price was right, they could achieve their goal.
And Ling Ran never minded teaching other doctors his skills.
In fact, during the series of freelance surgeries, Ling Ran had even gained more experience.
When it came to doctors like He Liang who had some experience but was not very confident, Ling Ran explained in detail, "Generally speaking, you can choose between interrupted suture or full-thickness mattress suture for such a cardiac laceration. You can choose whichever you're more skilled in. But for this position, to avoid affecting blood supply, you can suture a needle on both sides of the laceration, and then use intersecting traction to temporarily stop the bleeding … "
He Liang listened obediently and did not say anything. Ling Ran was only talking about the normal suture method for cardiac trauma, and he was also very familiar with it.
However, as Ling Ran explained, He Liang's emotions gradually calmed down.
'That's right, it's just suturing cardiac trauma in a bad position. Who can suture every position? It's just carrying out the same plan in different positions. '
As He Liang thought about this, his hand that was inserting the needle stopped trembling.
Ling Ran pulled the thread for him, and in just a few moves, the patient's cardiac laceration was sutured.
Both of them were very familiar with each other, as if they had been working together for many years.
He Liang had a feeling that working with Ling Ran was more comfortable than working with Department Director Kang, whom he was most familiar with.
At this time, he could not help but look at Department Director Kang again.
Department Director Kang still had his head lowered like an old lion that refused to admit defeat. He was waiting for Ling Ran to leave so that he could show off his "tiger's" might.
"Rinse and close the chest." Ling Ran did not intend to leave.
'Are you kidding me? We went through a lot of trouble, and we can't just stop the bleeding and leave, right?'
Ling Ran worked tirelessly with He Liang to rinse the pericardium, put the drainage tube, and suture the thoracic cavity layer by layer.
Department Director Kang was stunned, but he could only put his hands behind his back and watch by the side in an awkward manner.
Fortunately, he did not need to wait for long. Because of Ling Ran, the suturing of the thoracic cavity was much faster than usual.
And because the chest was closed for a long time, Department Director Kang saw all of Ling Ran's actions.
It was simple, direct, and rigorous.
It was like a standard answer. When people saw it, they would be enlightened, but they could not help but frown and think about it.
Department Director Kang raised his head slightly, and countless thoughts flashed in his mind.
'How can he be so strong?
'If he's so strong, what should I do?
'Where should I go from here?'
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