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Chapter 1190

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* Shick. *

The door of the operating theater was opened, and Wang Bingfu and the others immediately looked over.

They saw a doctor wearing slippers from a stall and a confident smile on his face walk in with his hands behind his back. Zuo Cidian, whose face was scrunched up like an egg, was a step behind him.

"This is Chief Physician Zhang Anmin from the Department of Hepatobiliary and Pancreatic Surgery of Yun Hua Hospital." Zuo Cidian introduced him as soon as he entered.

Wang Bingfu was stunned. He quickly stood up and said, "Chief Physician Zhang, nice to meet you."

Although Wang Bingfu guessed that Zhang Anmin was an associate chief physician based on his age and how he addressed him, considering that the members of the Ling Treatment Group were younger, this associate chief physician who suddenly appeared out of nowhere was already very impressive.

Speaking of which, his title was higher than Ling Ran's.

Although he knew that Ling Ran's situation was special, Wang Bingfu still showed unusual politeness to Zhang Anmin. They were both associate chief physicians, but the boss was different, so it was still different.

Zhang Anmin naturally noticed it, and he happily raised his head. "Chief Physician Wang, you're too polite. Let's make preparations first."

"Okay," Wang Bingfu quickly answered, and then followed Zhang Anmin to make preparations.

At the same time, Su Jiafu from the Ling Treatment Group and an anesthetist from the First People's Hospital of Floating Terrace Harbor also entered their posts.

"Why isn't Ling Ran here? I only perform his surgery. If he doesn't come, I won't perform the surgery. " Meng Feijiang was not the patient who would let things slide, and he did not care whether Zhang Anmin was a chief physician or not. When he did not see the familiar face, he immediately shouted.

Zhang Anmin comforted him. "Doctor Ling will be here soon. When we are ready, he will come."

"Why not now?"

"Because today's surgery is very important, and Doctor Ling attaches great importance to it. So, in order to focus, Doctor Ling will let us do the more tedious work in the early stage, and he will only appear when the surgery is officially started." Zuo Cidian walked over and explained in a soft voice, like an uncle selling snacks at the entrance of a primary school.

Patient Meng Feijiang was skeptical. "If he attaches great importance, he should come now."

"A doctor's time to stay focused is very limited. Do you want Doctor Ling to use his time to stay focused during the surgery, or to explain things to you and beat around the bush?" As Zuo Cidian spoke, his tone gradually became stricter. He said, "As a patient, don't interfere with a doctor's normal work. It's better for you this way."

Meng Feijiang was rendered speechless by Zuo Cidian's words.

Even though Zuo Cidian had received the message beforehand and knew that the patient this time was not easy to talk to, he did not let him off the hook immediately. Instead, he continued to say, "Doctor Ling is famous for being energetic. He often performs several surgeries in a row. However, performing surgeries continuously does not mean that you can continuously maintain your focus. It's already very good for a doctor to be able to maintain his focus for a few hours, but the peak time is actually only that long. Doctor Ling didn't come over immediately because he wanted to perform the surgery as well as possible. Instead, he asked Department Director Zhang Anmin to come over and make preoperative preparations first. Truth be told, preoperative preparations are work that interns can do. Asking Department Director Zhang Anmin to come over is like killing a chicken with a butcher's knife. "

Meng Feijiang's lips twitched, but he couldn't think of any rebuttal. In other words, he felt a little good in his heart.

Zuo Cidian looked at his expression and snickered in his heart. In the end, he hammered the table again and said, "The usual configuration in the operating theater is one chief surgeon and one or two or three assistants. The assistants are usually young doctors with relatively low seniority. Doctor Ling aside, Doctor Wang Bingfu and Doctor Zhang Anmin are both associate chief physicians. They usually work as chief surgeons, and today, they're here to be your assistants. If you're still dissatisfied, just take a nap, and the surgery will be over. "

Meng Feijiang was happy and unhappy at the same time. "It's not as easy as you said …"

Zuo Cidian waved his hand, and two anesthetists went forward together. They instantly anesthetized Meng Feijiang.

"It's settled now." Zuo Cidian chuckled and said, "You guys continue. I'll go and call Doctor Ling."

"There's no rush. Take your time," Wang Bingfu immediately said politely.

Zuo Cidian nodded, but he did not go out immediately. Instead, he turned his neck and said to Wang Bingfu, "Chief Wang, let me say something that's not really off topic. Doctor Ling really values today's surgery."

He pointed at the cameras and other things around them and said, "Even Department Director Zhang came out for freelance surgery. Please forgive him."

"Of course, of course," Wang Bingfu quickly agreed.

He was actually a little curious as to why Ling Ran favored this patient so much. After all, the patient obviously did not know Ling Ran.

However, the environment of the operating theater was not suitable for him to ask such questions. After a moment of delay, Zuo Cidian returned.

After a while, Ling Ran also walked in with his hands in front of his chest.

"Doctor Ling, we'll anesthetize the patient first," Zhang Anmin said with an extremely humble attitude.

Wang Bingfu greeted Ling Ran at the same time, and he stole a glance at Zhang Anmin.

Zhang Anmin remained calm and looked at Su Jiafu.

"We're all done here." Su Jiafu also looked relaxed.

Most of the content in clinical medicine could be said to be learned through practice. If it were one or two years ago, Su Jiafu would naturally feel uneasy when he faced major surgeries like hepatectomy, and he would even be terrified. But now, he could already look down on the anesthetists in the First People's Hospital of Floating Island Harbor with peace of mind.

Ling Ran surrounded the operating theater and re-examined all kinds of medical imaging films. He also reviewed the process of the surgery in his mind.

This was a somewhat obsessive-compulsive behavior. It was just like circling the car before driving. Most of the time, it did not work, until the moment when it did.

Su Jiafu was already familiar with Ling Ran's way of doing things. He looked at the numbers on the instrument and smiled at the anesthetist beside him. "You don't have to be so serious. If Doctor Ling wants to do it slowly today, it will take three hours."

"Slowly?"

"Yes, Doctor Ling has his own rhythm when he performs surgeries." Su Jiafu did not say much. He smiled again and asked, "Are you guys busier recently?"

"Of course. Recently, there have been clinical trials and research topics." The anesthetist said and sighed, "But the intensity is better than the hospitals in Beijing. I have a senior brother who just passed away a month ago. I took annual leave to attend his funeral."

"Shanghai is not much better," Su Jiafu said. Su Jiafu said, "I met a Shixiong last year. He also went home to sleep, and then he disappeared."

"Sudden death?"

"Car accident." Su Jiafu emphasized, "It's equivalent to driving when you're tired, but there's no other way, right? You can't even get a taxi when you're working at night. How can you not drive?"

"Now that you mention it, there's a senior in our hospital who also passed away like this."

Su Jiafu froze for a moment and could not help but sigh. "Then you guys are quite busy. But that's how anesthetists are. I have a senior sister who is so busy that she doesn't even have time for her honeymoon. She even called me before and said …"

"My master died at the age of forty-five." The anesthetist beside him interrupted Su Jiafu's narration.

Su Jiafu pouted, but he could only admit defeat.

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