In the afternoon.
Wang Jia washed herself up half an hour earlier, put on makeup, and applied some light eyeshadow before she went to the operating theater to prepare.
Ling Ran waited until they were almost ready before he entered.
Ma Yanlin smiled and greeted, "Doctor Ling, how's the surgery over there?"
"It's pretty good. After I opened it, it's the same as what I saw in the MRI scan." Ling Ran was in a good mood.
In the past, he could not understand MRI scans.
Most clinicians were similar to him. They would read it seriously on the surface, but in reality, they were just pretending. The main reference was still the text description given by the Medical Imaging Department.
Only a few doctors could understand it after careful study. The effect might not be as clear as what the Medical Imaging Department said.
There were very few clinicians who could really understand MRI scans. In fact, even professional Medical Imaging doctors needed to study and read scans for a long time to remember the reference lines of various parts, learn to calculate parameters, and so on.
Of course, if a doctor could understand MRI scans, he would still have a considerable advantage in the surgical circle.
Compared to X-ray and high-density X-ray CT machines, MRI scans were water-based imaging, which allowed doctors to understand the patient's physical condition almost completely. It could be seen from the summary of deaths in many hospitals that many patients' lesions were often shown in various scans from the Medical Imaging Department. However, because clinicians often only cared about confirming their own judgments, the Medical Imaging Department often only gave conclusions based on the scans, and thus could not discover the lesions in advance.
Ling Ran had Master Level MRI Reading Ability for Four Limbs. When he was performing flexor tendon sutures, he could almost form an ND image of the tendon in his mind. The so-called N image was not 3D.
This was because Ling Ran could not only see the external characteristics of the tendon by reading the MRI images, but he could also understand the internal conditions of the tendon. If he used different methods to scan the MRI images, he would be able to analyze the tendon bit by bit.
The only drawback was that the cost of MRI scans was higher, and it took a long time to make an appointment. He could not just ask the patient to do additional imaging.
Otherwise, he could really be considered to have half X-ray vision.
"Today, open from the outside." Ling Ran took the marker and drew a line on the patient's palm.
Ma Yanlin's eyelid twitched.
Opening on the palm was not common.
He had recently read a lot of information about the M-Tang technique, although he had seen related cases.
However, the difference between cases and practice was huge.
"Doctor Ling, do you know the patient?" Ma Yanlin asked tentatively.
Ling Ran glanced at him strangely. "Why do I know the patient?"
"No, what I mean is that the direction of your opening isn't normal," Ma Yanlin hurriedly explained.
Ling Ran nodded. "Based on the MRI scan, the strength of the suture can be higher if it's done from the palm."
Strength was the ultimate indicator of tendon sutures. All the complicated techniques in suturing were for the sake of strength. Ling Ran's answer could be said to be very appropriate.
Ma Yanlin's strange feeling grew stronger.
In Ma Yanlin's impression, Ling Ran was actually a very well-behaved surgeon.
Ling Ran's surgeries had never been filled with strange ideas. He just followed the surgical method and performed it step by step.
If he had to describe Ling Ran's surgical method, tank might be the best word to describe him.
No matter what kind of enemy they were, they just had to push their way through. If they won, they would sweep away all obstacles. If they lost, they would try again.
Ling Ran suddenly spoke from the side of his palm, giving Ma Yanlin a fright.
But he had nothing to say. Even though he had accompanied Ling Ran in twenty to thirty M-Tang technique surgeries and had sutured the skin more than ten times, he still did not know much about the M-Tang technique.
Ling Ran smoothly turned over the patient's tendon.
As expected, the tendon on the palm was weak, and there were signs of tearing.
Ling Ran carefully trimmed the edges and continued suturing.
If he had made the incision from the front, the same operation would have taken twenty more minutes, and the prognosis after suturing would have been completely different.
Ling Ran felt that the operation was smooth, and the others also enjoyed watching it.
Wang Jia was even more impressed. She said, "Doctor Ling's surgery is even more beautiful now."
"Practice makes perfect, I guess." Ling Ran smiled. Naturally, he would not say that before this surgery, he had spent nearly an hour looking at the MRI scan and studying the plan.
In the past, Ling Ran did not have the means to do so. He could not understand MRI scans, so he could only make a simple idea based on the written descriptions from the Medical Imaging Department and make a decision after he opened it.
It was different now. His Master Level Image Reading Technique allowed the state of the scan to naturally appear in his mind.
When Ling Ran made a plan, it was much more flexible.
At the end of the day, who would want to be beaten up like a tank? If he could be a little lighter, he would be willing to be a little lighter.
"In my opinion, Doctor Ling is in a good mood because of a happy event." Wang Jia did not really ask about the surgery. She changed the topic with just a few sentences.
Ling Ran asked, "What happy event?"
"You bought a car. We all saw it." Wang Jia chuckled a few times and said, "Doctor Ling, you're amazing. You haven't officially graduated, and you already have a car."
"My dad bought it for me." Ling Ran generously admitted the fact that he lived off his father.
In Wang Jia's heart, this was not only not a negative thing, it was also a symbol of the harmony in her Prince Charming's family.
Those ugly men who became enemies with their families because of a disagreement were the cancer of society.
"Doctor Ling's car is quite nice. It has a round head and a round face, and it's very cute." The nurse below the stage also chimed in at this time.
Ma Yanlin said, "It's a 1.6L Volkswagen Jetta with McPherson independent suspension. The quality of a Volkswagen car is not bad, but it's a little like a doll's mask. But the L-shaped tail lights are quite interesting. It would be better if you could change the halogen lights …"
Wang Jia interrupted him and said, "We girls don't know about car brands. In short, it's fine as long as the car is nice."
Although she had searched for Volkswagen Jetta on the Internet dozens of times, she did not show it at this time.
Ma Yanlin said a little impolitely, "It's because you think so that there are so many stories about female drivers. Let's not talk about the quality of the car. You have to understand the performance of your own car so that you can respond quickly in an emergency on the road … "
"Doctor Ling, can you give us a ride when we get off work?" Wang Jia did not want to listen to Ma Yanlin's nonsense. She went straight to the point and mentioned the request they had discussed before. She said, "We want to go to Haidilao to eat hotpot. It's not too far from Lower Groove Clinic, but it's too difficult to get a taxi in the afternoon …"
"Okay." Ling Ran's answer was so straightforward that Wang Jia did not use many of the words she prepared.
Ma Yanlin shut his mouth obediently.
He was not a complete fool.
Wang Jia was very happy. When it was time for the next surgery, she wanted to jump up and cheer.
According to the tricks she learned from Strategies to Conquer a Prince Charming, girls who took the initiative to attack usually had a higher success rate than waiting passively. Moreover, asking a prince charming for a small matter was often more likely to result in interaction than solving a small matter for him.
Wang Jia and the others had already thought about it. When the time came, they would treat Ling Ran to Haidilao together in the name of thanking him.
Although there were five of them eating together, four young girls eating together could also indirectly increase their beauty. This could be seen from the Korean girl group. Many girls who were above average would be more beautiful when they were together than when they were alone.
Wang Jia was lost in her thoughts for a moment. She quickly changed her clothes and chatted with the other three girls at the nurse's station about getting a ride. Everyone had a friendly and meaningful discussion about the distribution and value of the front passenger seat, back seat, and other seats …
Zhao Leyi happened to pass by the nurse's station.
He only heard the second half of the conversation and knew that the young nurses wanted a ride. Zhao Leyi, who had just bought a BMW 320 not long ago, was inexplicably happy about this.
Zhao Leyi was considered a senior attending physician. Of course, he was still some distance away from being an assistant chief physician, but after a few years of being an attending physician, Zhao Leyi still saved up a sum of money.
Compared to resident doctors who were in the early stages of the exploitation chain, attending physicians had many ways to earn money. Buying a BMW 320 only made Zhao Leyi feel the pinch for a while.
To make up for this pinch, Zhao Leyi once stayed up late to perform surgeries and drove three hundred kilometers the next day to attend a car club.
However, the strangers in the car club were not as understanding as the young and beautiful nurses in the hospital departments.
"Many people still don't know that I bought a BMW." Zhao Leyi could not help but think of the story of "I'd rather cry on a horse than smile on a bicycle".
When he thought of this, Zhao Leyi remembered the time and set a reminder on his phone.
After work, Zhao Leyi immediately went downstairs, drove his BMW, and parked it at the entrance of the medical technology building where the young nurses had agreed to meet, as if he happened to pass by.
"Wang Jia, it's time to get off work." Zhao Leyi saw a few young nurses in casual clothes go out from afar. He immediately got out of the BMW and leaned against the car door to greet them.
"Doctor Zhao," the polite young nurse greeted him in a crisp voice.
Zhao Leyi's heart melted when he heard the question, and he quickly said, "Where are you going? Let me give you a ride. "
As he spoke, Zhao Leyi patted the roof of the BMW. He looked generous on the surface, but his heart ached.
The new BMW's white paint looked like it was coated with a layer of wax, and it was bright and clean. Zhao Leyi had never touched it before.
However, Zhao Leyi was still proud. 'I've taken out my savings for many years. You might not recognize other car logos, but you should at least recognize the blue sky and white clouds of the BMW.'
The young nurses looked at Zhao Leyi, and then at his car. They only laughed loudly and whispered to each other.
"Doctor Zhao, we won't trouble you. We've already booked a ride," Nurse Wang Jia responded politely.
As they spoke, a small black car stopped next to Zhao Leyi's BMW.
The black Volkswagen Jetta was shorter than the BMW by a leg, narrower by an arm, and shorter by a head. It was not beautiful, nor was it pleasing to the eyes. It was as simple as a machine.
The BMW, on the other hand, was an exquisite work of art. It was as if its entire body was shining brightly.
Even Ling Ran, who was in the driver's seat, was only a slight eyesore.
For a moment, Zhao Leyi's heart was filled with pride.
'It's finally time for me to reap my harvest after years of hard work.'
"It's too crowded for five people to sit in one car. You can let a few people sit beside me," Zhao Leyi said loudly. He felt that he had the right to speak loudly. The tax money for his BMW was enough to buy a broken car like Ling Ran's.
"Wang Jia, you can sit in the front passenger seat."
"It's okay."
"It's good to squeeze a little."
The girls had already assigned their respective seats. They answered Zhao Leyi's words while squeezing into Ling Ran's small Volkswagen Jetta.
The four petite young nurses easily filled the small compartment of the compact car.
The car started slowly and gradually disappeared from Doctor Zhao Leyi's sight.
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