The atmosphere in the operating theater was warm and quiet.
Wu Honglang sighed with emotion many times, but he did not get any response from Ling Ran. In the end, he shut his mouth tightly and only used his eyes to express his inexplicable surprise. He looked like a reporter lurking in the bushes, preparing to film a zebra, and suddenly saw a pride of lions attacking a zebra, and he was also surrounded.
After the initial "what the f * ck", Wu Honglang could only widen his eyes and film the rare scene in front of him. He also hoped that the pride of lions would not focus their attention on him.
Such a surgery was too rare. Wu Honglang did not know why Ling Ran performed such a surgery and how he could perform such a surgery, but he wanted to watch it completely.
In his heart, Wu Honglang did not believe that Ling Ran could repeat such a surgery. Even though, judging from everyone's expressions and the scene of today's surgery … Ling Ran seemed to have repeated similar surgeries often.
While Ling Ran was clamping the blood vessels, Wu Honglang looked around.
The operating theater of Yun Hua Emergency Medical Center was very ordinary.
Honestly speaking, the operating theaters of tertiary Grade A hospitals in the country were very similar. An expert doctor basically only needed ten minutes to familiarize himself with the scene and application inside from the operating theater of a hospital in Beijing to a remote operating theater of a provincial capital.
Of course, the operating theaters of different hospitals and departments were of different levels. Moreover, because everyone was similar, the display of this level was more obvious.
For example, the operating theater Ling Ran was in now did not even have laminar flow. It was slightly large, but it could be seen from the cabinet in front of it that they were products from the late nineties.
The operating table, shadowless lamp, and other things were also ordinary domestic products. They were not much different from the ordinary operating theaters in Wu Honglang's own hospital.
Although such an operating theater was not a problem for daily use, and it was even considered good from the perspective of the entire hospital system.
But this kind of hardware also indirectly told Wu Honglang one thing: today's surgery was not special.
If it was a special surgery, Yun Hua Hospital had already built an operating theater with a visitation room. Even if there was no operating theater with a visitation room, at least he should choose a high-level laminar flow operating theater.
In truth, there was no need to think too much about it. If Wu Honglang were to perform this kind of important surgery and this kind of special surgery, his requirements for the surgical equipment, his requirements for the visitors, and his requirements for the cameramen … These were all things that he had imagined and practiced countless times over the past ten to twenty years.
As a surgeon, even when he was drunk and lying in the arms of someone else's mistress, and his body was so weak that he could not get hard at all, his mouth might still tremble as he spoke about his own fantasy about surgery. 'In an awesome operating theater, in front of an awesome audience, performing an awesome surgery for an awesome person, using awesome equipment, and performing an awesome surgery!'
Wu Honglang stared at Ling Ran, who was in the middle of the surgery. He felt as if his eyes were pierced by light.
"Tweezers."
"Ultrasonic knife."
Ling Ran did not really care about the feelings of the bystanders. Basically, there were people watching his surgeries. They were either watching the livestream platform of Yunli Medical Company, or they were watching Operating Theater 1, which had a visitation room, or they were watching other doctors who were here for in-service training.
With Ling Ran's personality, he never cared about what others thought of him. He just did his own thing.
Otherwise, his people's lives would be much more complicated and troublesome.
The progress of the surgery was very fast. From the dissection of the round ligament of the liver all the way to the hepatectomy, Wu Honglang also slowly stood on his tiptoes to watch the surgery.
Associate Hospital Director Zhou also stood in front of him and watched silently.
From the moment she heard Wu Honglang shout "F * ck", she decided to watch the surgery today. As for the meeting, it was originally an excuse that she could not be bothered to attend to the entire surgery, so naturally, there was no need for her to be long-winded.
"We're going to perform the hepatectomy. Prepare the albumen glue," Ling Ran said at this time.
Wu Honglang became even more eager. He could not help but say, "Can we also perform a bloodless surgical field during hepatectomy?"
"Why do we need a bloodless surgical field?" Ling Ran paused for a moment before he performed the hepatectomy, and he also had the time to look at Wu Honglang. He saw that Wu Honglang was slightly older, and his gaze was sharp, so he answered.
If Ling Ran were in his own hospital or any other young doctor, Wu Honglang would most likely feel offended. However, in the face of Ling Ran, who was a godlike doctor who maintained a bloodless surgical field throughout the surgery, Wu Honglang subconsciously lowered his stance. He even seemed to be giving in a little. He said, "Didn't you always maintain a bloodless surgical field before this?"
Ling Ran showed an expression of reminiscence. He immediately nodded and said, "Just now, it seems like it was really a bloodless surgical field?"
"Yes, so far, the amount of blood loss is just over 50 ounces," Su Jiafu, the anesthetist, rushed to answer.
He was also dumbfounded as he watched.
Of course, Ling Ran had performed similar amazing surgeries before. However, as a doctor, or rather, as a person, and as a former top student who scored more than 600 marks in his college entrance examination, Su Jiafu still wanted to say something when he saw something amazing for the second time, or even the fifth or sixth time, "I don't know how high the sky is and how deep the earth is. Only when the moon is cold and the sun is warm can my life be frying … "
Wu Honglang was shocked when he heard that. He could not help but exclaim again and said, "50 ounces isn't even enough for me to drink a mouthful."
The anesthetist quietly glanced at Wu Honglang before he said in a slightly disdainful tone, "We used autologous blood transfusion."
"You can't even drink 50 ounces?" Wu Honglang understood what the anesthetist meant. He sighed and said, "Hepatectomy doesn't require blood transfusion. We've seen it before, but it's just that we suddenly saw it … But, Doctor Ling, didn't you notice that today's surgery was a bloodless surgical field?"
"Occasionally, a bloodless surgical field will be achieved, and it has to do with many factors," Ling Ran answered calmly. He had never been pursuing a bloodless surgical field in the first place.
It was true that a bloodless surgical field could bring great convenience. Without the interference of blood during surgery, the convenience and prognosis of various surgeries would be greatly improved.
However, just as Ling Ran said, with the current level of technology, a bloodless surgical field was not something that could be achieved simply by pursuing it. Most of the time, it was also related to the surgical method, the patient's physiological structure, the underlying diseases, and other conditions.
Wu Honglang naturally understood this, but it was precisely because he understood it that Wu Honglang was even more surprised.
This was because if other doctors could touch the edge of a bloodless surgical field, in other words, it was possible to perform a surgery without a bloodless surgical field, they would try their best to perform a similar surgery even if they had to spend one or two years to screen patients and so on.
If they were to take a video of a bloodless surgical field and put it in any clinical medicine exhibition, they would be in the limelight, and it was needless to say that they would gain both fame and fortune.
However, when Wu Honglang looked at Ling Ran in front of him, he realized that Ling Ran was really calm because he could only occasionally achieve a bloodless surgical field. This made him very uneasy.
'What kind of spirit is this to make something amazing into something normal?'
Wu Honglang could not describe it, and he was not in the mood to describe it.
He only took a deep look at Li Wankui, who was on the operating table, before he quietly took out his phone and sent a message to the number he had arranged beforehand. [The doctor Li found is incredibly amazing. The surgery is going very smoothly.]
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