"I'm in the beauty camera business." Li Wankui lay on the gurney. The gurney was parked in the corridor of the operating theater. While waiting for an empty operating theater, Li Wankui followed the key points his wife taught him and tried to get close to the circulating nurse on duty.
The circulating nurse was from the VIP department. At that moment, she smiled and asked, "What beauty camera?"
"Wankui Camera. My name is Li Wankui." Li Wankui showed the tag on his wrist. The name he wrote when he was admitted to the hospital was there.
The circulating nurse understood a little and said, "I've never used a beauty camera before. What's so special about the one you made?"
"The main purpose of Wankui Camera is to beautify multiple people at the same time. It's just like in the sunflower field, there are many sunflowers competing for beauty."
"Sunflowers grow in the field?" The circulating nurse was very surprised.
Li Wankui's face tightened a little. 'Is this the core of our discussion?'
If it were not for the fact that he was lying on the gurney waiting for surgery, he would definitely not say it now.
"Yes, sunflowers grow in the field." Li Wankui sighed. "Our Wankui Camera is based on this concept. Then, we introduced this beauty camera for multiple people. Actually, think about it. Nowadays, people take photos in many places in front of many people. For example, they take photos with their best friends, take photos with their boyfriend and girlfriend, or take photos at KTV or dinner parties. They can't always be good-looking while everyone else's face is distorted. Even if there are cameras that take photos of other people, it can't achieve the effect of beauty! "
The circulating nurse listened and nodded. "But I see that the sunflowers in the flower shop are similar to roses. So, the field you mentioned is similar to a nursery, right?"
Li Wankui looked at the other party in a daze and asked slowly, "Will you participate in my surgery later?"
The circulating nurse said, "Yes, we nurses are also assigned in groups."
Li Wankui said, "If I say now that I don't want to do the surgery, will it be too late?"
…..
Twenty minutes later.
Li Wankui was pushed into the clean operating theater.
The circulating nurse who went and returned checked his wristband again. After checking all the information, she handed it to the anesthetist.
The preparation lasted for about another fifteen minutes.
Li Wankui lay on the cold operating table, twisting uneasily. He was thinking about a lot of things. When he thought about the third suicide note, he asked in a low voice, "When will the doctor come? Are you Doctor Ling? "
"It's Doctor Ling. He's washing his hands now. He'll be here soon." Ma Yanlin nodded and complained in his heart, 'I'm already here, yet you're still asking the doctor when to come.'
Li Wankui was usually more quick-witted, but in the operating theater, he could not care less about other people's feelings.
He slightly curled up his legs and revealed an extremely forced smile. "There's no hurry. There's no need to rush when it comes to laparotomy."
"After we inject the anesthetic, you won't be able to feel anything. It's the same as waking up from a nap, and the surgery will be completed." The anesthetist, Su Jiafu, who was riding on a stool in front of Ling Ran glanced at the five stars on his notebook and comforted Ling Ran.
Everyone knew that Ling Ran had high expectations for surgeries. Now, he had even privately assigned a few stars to the patients, which increased the medical staff's attention.
Although this was not a sustainable method, for now, when they saw a patient with a high star rating, the medical staff would pay extra attention so that they would not mess it up.
However, Li Wankui, who was lying on the operating table, did not feel Su Jiafu's kindness, let alone comfort him. Instead, he thought in his heart, 'It's also possible that I won't be able to wake up after sleeping.'
He only thought about this for a while, and he immediately chanted a few words of "Amitabha" before he closed his eyes and prayed a few times. When he opened his eyes, he saw a slightly blurry figure walk into the operating theater.
Li Wankui usually wore glasses. Naturally, he did not wear them when he came for surgery today. Therefore, the figure he saw was very blurry, as if there was a big halo around him.
However, when he saw the figure with the big halo getting closer, Li Wankui's anxious heart could not help but calm down.
"Doctor Ling?" Li Wankui asked tentatively.
"It's me," Ling Ran answered and looked at Su Jiafu.
"Everything is ready," Su Jiafu quickly replied.
The circulating nurse also nodded and said, "We've verified his identity."
Li Wankui could not help but have a thought in his mind, 'This is the routine of asking for punishment after the fall …'
He was just about to speak, but he heard Su Jiafu say, "Let's count down from ten."
"Count down what …"
Li Wankui only made the first sound before his voice disappeared.
Ling Ran walked around the operating table and looked at the MRI scans hanging on the two light boxes. His fingers moved slightly.
They helped to adjust the patient's body position. Then, they started to disinfect the patient like a flood.
"We have to be as detailed as possible in this surgery." Ling Ran still had the task of performing a perfect surgery, so he deliberately reminded them and said to the circulating nurse, "Leave enough time for this surgery."
"Leave two hours?" the circulating nurse asked politely.
"About three and a half hours." Ling Ran did not expect that it would take that long, but he still left enough time for the surgery.
Words were all fake, and the reserved time for the surgery was the most realistic.
When Ling Ran said "three and a half hours", everyone in the operating theater was stunned.
It was normal for ordinary doctors to perform similar hepatectomy for three to four hours, and some might need to perform it for six to seven hours.
But Ling Ran had long since surpassed the scope of ordinary doctors. His current standard time for surgery was about one and a half hours, and most of the time, he had to be close to the left. When the patient's condition was simple, it was normal for him to finish the main steps in forty to fifty minutes.
Although the current three and a half hours was the time from beginning to end of the surgery, it also showed that Ling Ran did not just say that he wanted to be detailed.
However, the doctors in Ling Ran's treatment group had encountered similar situations before. At this time, they did not say anything and just followed Ling Ran's instructions.
In any case, at the end of the day, they were just following Ling Ran's instructions.
In the end, the pressure was always on the chief surgeon.
Ling Ran quietly cut open the patient's abdominal cavity and recalled the situation in the patient's abdominal cavity for the last time. Then, he began to strip the patient step by step.
From Ling Ran's perspective, according to the standards of a surgeon, performing a surgery perfectly might be a doctor's pursuit more often than not a necessity for the patient.
This was like facing a simple question, but using the train of thought and skills to think about the steps and steps of a difficult question.
Of course, when a student handed in the paper, the teacher who marked the paper and even the students only saw the final answer. Only the person who did the question knew what he had done.
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