That's all I can do. "Ling Ran hooked two more needles and sutured the patient's finger.
The finger was very swollen after the suture, like a sea cucumber that had not been completely soaked in water. For the time being, he could not tell how effective it was.
Lu Wenbin took a deep breath with his lung capacity of 5,500 points and let out a long exhale. "You've already done it so meticulously. You're not just 'only' anymore."
Ren Qi stole a glance at the screen and saw rows of comments pop up.
[You're right. Using 'only' to describe this surgery is too much.]
[If this is a benchmark, then don't do finger replantation surgeries in the country anymore. No, don't do it overseas either.]
"From this sentence, it can be seen that not all of Dr. Xiao Lu's words are bootlicking."
Ren Qi smiled for some reason.
Ling Ran gave the nurse a few reminders before he took two steps back and started to take off his gloves and surgical gown. He said, "If we're more prepared today, we should try to do a comprehensive analysis and design of the vascular network. We can't just suture every blood vessel we see. We should make some improvements based on the blood flow, just like how we design traffic."
Lu Wenbin's expression was blank. "Why do I feel like I'm listening to a book from heaven?"
"Oh?"
"Blood vessels are not like roads and railways. They can be used to open roads in mountains and build bridges in rivers. There will always be blood vessels that can't be used and can't be channeled. What should we do then?"
"Blood vessels that are too damaged should be seen before the surgery. If the damage is not noticed, we can solve it with blood vessel transplantation, just like what we did just now." Ling Ran paused for a few seconds and said, "This can only be done for professionals. Just like how we do Achilles tendon repairs, hand function is the priority."
"You're right …" Lu Wenbin stopped talking. After all, he was a doctor who had performed hundreds of finger replantation surgeries. At that moment, he could not help but say, "There are still nerves and tendons. There are too many parts involved."
"It's indeed a big problem," Ling Ran admitted. "The flexibility of the hand is much higher than that of the foot, and the precision is also higher. It's more difficult to completely repair the Achilles tendon."
Zhu Tongyi was an academician. Although the clinical plans designed by him were not practical, they were quite executable, especially when it came to the direction. Basically, there were no major deviations, and this was why they could practice, improve, and supplement step by step.
"I can think about it when I'm free," Ling Ran said without thinking.
Lu Wenbin stared blankly for a moment, but immediately became concerned.
Clinicians also had to worry about research papers and scientific research. If the leader took the initiative to suggest a topic, it would obviously be more likely to be approved than if the leader took the initiative to come up with a topic.
"After you're done, inform the patient's family." Ling Ran retreated to the non-surgical area. He was ready to wash his hands and move on to the next surgery.
Lu Wenbin was not surprised, but he asked hesitantly, "What should I say if the patient's family asks to what extent the patient can recover?"
"What do you think?" Ling Ran asked.
Lu Wenbin hesitated. 'This is the surgery performed by my boss. Do you want me to evaluate it?'
If it was purely flattery, Lu Wenbin would have bragged too much. The bigger the guts, the bigger the lung capacity.
However, he had to go out and give an explanation to the patient's family. If Ling Ran did not pay attention and nodded, or if he was patted too comfortably and became arrogant, Lu Wenbin would be in trouble.
The patient's family actually attached great importance to the doctor's promise. Usually, they would tacitly agree that the patient's recovery rate would only be higher, not lower. Lu Wenbin really did not dare to say a number carelessly.
"I think we did it quite smoothly just now." Lu Wenbin tried to sound him out.
Ling Ran nodded.
"Why don't I not give a specific judgment, and just say that the result is excellent?"
Ling Ran did not answer.
Lu Wenbin's heart trembled. He quickly used his large muscles to control his mouth and said, "You promised the patient that he can recover to seventy percent, and there's a possibility that he can recover to eighty percent. Should I still say that?"
"There's no problem with eighty percent." Ling Ran nodded and said, "The extent of recovery depends on the results of the rehabilitation. You have to pay attention to this aspect."
"Oh, okay, yes." Lu Wenbin was slightly surprised. "There's no problem with eighty percent? Do you want to be more conservative? "
"Eighty percent is a conservative estimate. But … rehabilitation is still the key. He must exercise early and move around early, "Ling Ran emphasized again.
"Got it. I'll personally supervise and transfer him to my side." Lu Wenbin was referring to the doctor in charge of the patient. Compared to Ma Yanlin or other resident doctors, Lu Wenbin's experience was getting better, and the number and quality of the beds he was in charge of had increased.
Ling Ran agreed and left the room.
The livestream screen next to him was filled with comments with more than one hundred views.
"Are you kidding me? Did you really promise the patient an eighty percent recovery rate? What if he can't reach it? That's too … immodest. "
"Eighty percent is an imaginary number. It's not about the score. The patient and his family probably don't understand this."
"As long as it's excellent, the patient's family won't be able to say anything. In the end, the doctors in the same line of work will see how much the patient recovers. Ling Ran is basically putting himself on the chopping block."
"Maybe they just think that it's a piece of cake. What about homemade barbecue?"
The comments reached the peak, and then quickly fell.
Most importantly, no one liked to compare their skills with Ling Ran's even more.
For doctors, this was not a ranking in a game, nor was it a ranking in an important or unimportant exam. Clinical skills, especially surgical skills, were the ranking of a surgeon's career and life development.
Surgeons who had tried, learned, improved, and worked hard at the operating table would never forget this feeling.
The time a doctor had to stand at the operating table was probably the time in his life when he had the most control. It was the time when they were most certain about the meaning and value of their lives.
If the surgery went smoothly, the feeling of saving a life and curing a disease was not inferior to saving the world.
If it wasn't a good face or a good doctor, it would probably be "Be a hero" in Hollywood's language.
The comments in the livestream system were filled with bleak words.
[I'm done. I'm leaving.]
[I've read it.]
[By the way, what's the training camp in Yun Hua Hospital?]
Ren Qi raised his eyebrows when he read the last part. He wanted to chase after Ling Ran.
"Old Ren, Old Ren." Lu Wenbin tore apart his surgical gown with both hands and shook his head in satisfaction. He calmly stretched his arms and wrapped them around Ren Qi's waist as if he was grabbing a fat chicken. "Come with me and talk to the patient's family. I feel guilty if I'm alone."
"Why are you feeling guilty? The surgery was so successful."
"Sigh, you don't know how important these hands are to an artist." Lu Wenbin sighed heavily and was about to tell the thought-provoking story that had been hidden for a long time.
"I got it. Let's go." Ren Qi broke free from Ling Ran's arm.
Lu Wenbin said unhappily, "What do you know?"
Ren Qi chuckled. "Back in the day, I especially liked to pick a princess in a karaoke club. She started drawing when she was in elementary school. That sad past … Do you know why I didn't pick her anymore?"
Lu Wenbin's parietal muscle and frontal muscle twitched. "Why?"
"She married a doctor and resigned."
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