Pan Hua's surgery today was indeed done well, and it was indeed done smoothly.
First of all, he had done a lot of preoperative preparations. Unlike many patients who were afraid of spending money or the hospital's arbitrary charges, President Han did not need to pay for his medical treatment — he did not even need to pay for it in advance. When he was in the province, the hospital and the Medical Insurance Bureau would settle the bill directly. Moreover, President Han could use imported drugs that were not in the medical insurance catalogue and various examinations that were not in the medical insurance catalogue. In addition, the medical examination information over the years was complete. Xiao Tie followed the examination throughout the entire process, and Pan Hua was able to calm down and study it. It could be said that he had a complete grasp of President Han's condition.
Secondly, President Han was in good health. Although President Han was a middle-aged leader with a big belly and a suboptimal health condition, his physical foundation was very good. From a broader perspective, his blood, internal organs, immune system, and other indicators were all at normal levels. Not only did this ensure that he had good surgery tolerance, but his body was also very typical.
Doctors were most familiar with the typical body.
If an athlete with well-developed muscles, a lung capacity of 10000, a hemoglobin of 160, and a heart rate of 40 were to lie on the operating table, not to mention what would happen after the incision, the incision itself would probably cause the athlete to sweat profusely. The anesthetist might even have to flip through a book at the last minute to anesthetize the athlete and prepare a few times more Skelaxin.
In comparison, President Han's surgery was much simpler.
Whatever Pan Hua envisioned before the operation, it would be the same after the incision.
Other than the strong BBQ smell when he used the electric knife to cut it, there were no other problems.
Of course, the most important point was that Pan Hu's knowledge and experience had played a role.
Just this year alone, he had performed dozens of major surgeries in Japan, and he had also performed dozens of surgeries when he returned to China. The number of hand surgeries he performed was comparable to the number of surgeries performed by orthopedists from tertiary Grade A hospitals in small places over a few years.
Therefore, Pan Hua believed that the surgery he performed on President Han today was the result of his accumulation of experience. With some packaging, it would not be a problem for him to publish a thesis.
When he recalled Ling Ran's surgeries he had watched before, Pan Hua felt that even if he still needed to think about the handling of some minor details, and even if some of his sutures were slightly inferior to Ling Ran's, when it came to the crucial steps, his surgery just now was better than Ling Ran's.
Pan Hu leisurely walked out of the office with a cigarette in his mouth. He tried his best not to reveal the arrogance in his heart.
"Chief Physician Pan," Hayato Ueda shouted in Mandarin. He looked very excited.
"Professor Ueda." Pan Hua smiled and handed him a Ninety-Five Supremacy.
"I don't smoke."
"This is the smoke of victory." After Pan Hu returned to China, he was not as timid as he was in Japan. Instead, he was more domineering.
When he was at Keio University Hospital, he never forced other doctors to do anything.
After some hesitation, Hayato Ueda took the cigarette, lit it, and took a deep breath. He choked and coughed.
Pan Hua laughed and said, "Let's go and watch Ling Ran's surgery."
"Hey, is he the talented newcomer in the Emergency Department who can perform eight surgeries a day?" Hayato Ueda asked curiously.
Pan Hu nodded.
Hayato Ueda hesitated for a moment and said unwillingly, "If he's a newbie, won't we be giving him too much pressure if we go together?"
Hayato Ueda thought that it was better not to waste time. After all, no matter how talented the newcomer was, what could he do?
Eight surgeries were indeed impressive, but surgeries were not just about speed.
Otherwise, the evaluation of surgical skills would be too easy.
Hayato Ueda had seen a few amazing new doctors before, but they were all geniuses who worked hard to get into famous hospitals in Japan, and they managed to transform themselves into doctors.
In comparison, Yun Hua Hospital's ranking was too low.
The story of the eight surgeries was also very questionable.
Pan Hua still showed an extraordinarily domineering attitude and insisted, "He also performs flexor tendon sutures. Although he only knows the M-Tang technique, to a certain extent, he can be considered our opponent. If you know yourself and your enemy, you will never be defeated. Don't you think so?"
Japanese entrance exams tested idioms. Hayato Ueda thought about it, nodded, and said, "Then, let's go and take a look. Did he contact him?"
"We'll talk after we take a look." Pan Hua did not say much. He pulled Hayato Ueda and went straight to the Emergency Medicine building.
Without much trouble, the two of them entered the Operating Area of the Emergency Department. They casually changed into scrubs and slippers, then went from operating theater to operating theater to look for Ling Ran.
* Shick. *
Pan Hua saw a very handsome back in Operating Theater 3, and he immediately opened the door.
It was Hayato Ueda's first time seeing Ling Ran in person. He stood at the door and thought for a few seconds. Then, he craned his neck to look around.
"What are you doing?" Pan Hua felt a little embarrassed. Although it was fine for the operating theater door to be open for a few seconds, it was still a little unprofessional.
When Hayato Ueda realized this, he quickly entered and bowed to apologize. He then whispered to Pan Hua, "I'm wondering if there will be cameras lying in ambush. I mean, Pan-kun, you should have seen those kind of prank TV shows before …"
"I haven't seen them before …" Pan Hua snorted.
"Huh, I'm not talking about those kinds of TV shows. It's just a simple prank."
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Alright, but your new doctor is very eye-catching." Hayato Ueda thought that Ling Ran was handsome, but for some reason, he could not say such a word.
Pan Hua snorted and did not respond.
At the same time, Ling Ran had just finished a set of sutures. He raised his head to look at the two of them, then nodded to show his respect.
Pan Hua also nodded politely. They did not speak to each other.
Ling Ran continued to work with his head lowered.
Today, he was performing a M-Tang technique suture on a laceration. Two of the patient's fingers were neatly cut open. The flexor tendons, nerves, and blood vessels were all ruptured. It could be said to be a relatively serious injury.
There were actually four forms of flexor tendon injuries: laceration, laceration, compression, and contusion.
In comparison, laceration injuries were simpler. They were not like compression injuries, which were often accompanied by fractures and other problems. However, the simpler the surgery, the more it tested a doctor's skills.
Hayato Ueda moved diagonally across from Ling Ran and looked at the injury under the shadowless lamp.
What appeared in front of him was a skillful suture technique and a clear exposure of the wound.
Hayato Ueda blinked and saw that a thread had been sutured on the tendon of the index finger. He blinked again, and another thread was sutured.
"Hiss …"
Hayato Ueda could not help but suck in a sharp breath. He asked Pan Hua, "Is he really a new doctor?"
"It depends on his face." Pan Hua's tone was calm, but his heart was filled with shock.
He was an expert in flexor tendon sutures, and he could still clearly remember the scene of Ling Ran's operation.
At that time, Hashimoto Shiro, the associate professor of orthopedics at Keio University Hospital, was beside him …
At that time, the two of them already felt that Ling Ran's operation was incredible.
However, when he looked at Ling Ran's current operation, Pan Hua was even more astonished.
What left the deepest impression on him was no longer Ling Ran's amazing suture technique. Even though his suture technique was still something that many doctors could not achieve in their entire lives, from Pan Hua's perspective, Ling Ran's knowledge of the anatomical position of the hand was the most unexpected.
During the process of the M-Tang technique, the suture thread was moved around the back of the hand. This way, it could avoid many important nerves, blood vessels, and tendons, and prevent secondary damage.
Last time, Ling Ran's suture thread moved around the back of the hand as far as possible. It could be said that there was no problem with the suture, but it unknowingly wasted some time and slightly reduced the strength of the tendon suture.
Of course, moving around the back of the hand was also very normal. Pan Hua also moved around the back of the hand.
The back of the hand was rich in nerves and blood vessels, so the safety benefit of moving around the back of the hand was very high. Even Pan Hua was not confident that he could get close to the suture thread.
But this time, Ling Ran flew close to the ground.
Putting aside the fact that his suture thread was bold, the palpation he performed before each operation gave Pan Hua the illusion that he had a target in mind and that the suture thread was accurate.
If he had not seen it with his own eyes, Pan Hua would have thought that it was ridiculous.
Even with his experience of performing nearly three hundred M-Tang technique surgeries, he did not dare to move the needle like that …
Pan Hua suddenly furrowed his eyebrows. He secretly took out his phone and sent a message. [Help me check the number of Ling Ran's surgeries.]
After a while, Pan Hua's phone vibrated.
He opened it and glanced at it. He felt that the Arabic numbers on it were extremely dazzling. [482 cases.]
"Suture the tendon here first. Next, perform the perineurium anastomosis of the ulnar nerve. Wipe my sweat. "Ling Ran straightened his neck and moved it a little.
The young nurse stood on her tiptoes and used a clean white gauze to wipe the crystalline sweat off Ling Ran's forehead. There was a smile on her face that came from the bottom of her heart.
When Hayato Ueda saw this, he could not help but think of countless school comics in his mind. He could not help but shudder, as if all the nerves in his body were about to go haywire.
Pan Hua, who had just returned from his in-service training in Japan, felt pity for Hayato Ueda. In Japan, where the competition in education was more intense, one could imagine how boring a Japanese student who managed to get into a medical school, especially a famous medical school, must be. Hayato Ueda's appearance was slightly better than Hashimoto Shiro's, but perhaps it was because of this that he was more stimulating.
Pan Hua sighed deeply in his heart. He only felt that the world was so unfair. 'How can a doctor who stays up late every day to perform surgeries have such good skin? You must be eating hormones to not get fat, right? '
"Alright, perineurium anastomosis is completed. Let's continue suturing the flexor tendon of the middle finger …"
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