"Doctor Ling, please explain first." The Indian, Narapat, laughed. He faced Ling Ran with a condescending look.
Compared to doctors in China and Singapore, Indian hospitals and doctors were more receptive to the medical needs of Europe and the United States. This was a business model developed by insurance companies. They sold cheaper insurance to Europeans and Americans, and when the insured were in danger, they would be sent to India for surgery.
Compared to performing surgery in the United States, it was certainly not a perfect medical system to send patients to India for surgery, and then send them back. But it was a very cheap medical system, and it was also the key reason why the medical expenses in the United States had not completely blown up this country.
Just like how the customer service of major European and American companies was gradually outsourced by Indians, the hospital system had been outsourced by Indians for thirty or forty years.
Such a long period of medical outsourcing naturally made India's medical technology closer to that of Europe and the United States. In fact, the top Indian doctors were already very popular in the United States. Ordinary Americans might complain about them, but they also had a relatively strong sense of trust in them.
On the other hand, frequent dealings with European and American insurance companies naturally increased the confidence of Indians. This time, Narapat ran very fast from Bangalore to Bangkok, because he knew that this kind of transnational surgery was the easiest opportunity to make a name for himself.
However, what Narapat did not expect was that this time, the patient's family and the local hospital in Bangkok cared so much about the so-called surgery ranking, so much so that it was useless for him to arrive at the Bangkok airport first.
It was not the first time Narapat performed such a national surgery, but he rarely encountered such emergency surgeries. In his heart, Narapat knew that this was because his ranking and Ling Ran's ranking were too far apart.
If the difference between the two of them was only a few ranks, or a dozen ranks, he would probably have already performed the surgery. After all, this kind of private ranking of private companies could only be used as a reference, and it was not a clear difference in level.
But if the ranking difference was too big, then the patient's family could not help but mutter.
Narapat did not think that this was the right answer, especially after seeing Ling Ran in person, he did not think so.
First of all, Ling Ran was very young.
Clinical medicine was a medicine of accumulation. Older doctors might not be the strongest doctors, but it was obviously even more impossible for young doctors to be.
The second point, which was also the most important point in Narapat's opinion, was that Ling Ran was too handsome.
Narapat asked himself, if he was so handsome, what would he do?
Anyone who knew how to run would know that they would definitely indulge in debauchery all day and night, even more so after they obtained a doctor's license.
To be honest, Narapat also wanted to see what kind of ability the Chinese in front of him had to surpass him in the rankings.
Even though the Singaporean and Thai doctors' reactions were not as obvious, their expressions and postures were about the same.
After working as a surgeon for a long time, they would more or less be infected with Long Tian's disease. If they stood in the operating theater for a long time, they would often have the illusion that the sky was the boss, the earth was the second, the department director was the third, and they were the fourth. If he happened to be the department director, his aura would only continue to accumulate.
This was especially so for the few surgeons who were invited to perform the surgery. They could be said to be the best group of people in hepatectomy within a radius of thousands of miles. Even if Ling Ran was not the best, in their eyes, they should be glad that the patients they operated on were already very lucky. If they wanted them to acknowledge that Ling Ran's ranking was much higher than theirs, it was not enough to just rely on words alone.
"There are many minor surgical methods in hepatectomy. Doctor Ling, do you want some time to study the patient's condition before making a decision?" The Singaporean seemed to be thinking for Ling Ran, but in fact, he was a little aggressive.
Under everyone's gaze, Ling Ran remained calm.
He looked at the MRI scans hanging around him for a while, then turned his back to the team members and said, "Bring me 215,609,1015,1438,1980,225, and 3,2701 scans." Zuo Cidian was stunned.
Zuo Cidian was stunned. He quickly turned on his computer and started searching frantically.
All the doctors in the room looked at him strangely, and some translators started to translate the inexplicable words.
The Indian waited for a while, and when he realized that there was no change in the world, he laughed. "Are you guys chanting some incantation?
Yu Yuan went in from the elbow next to Zuo Cidian and took the initiative to say, "Let me help."
Compared to Zuo Cidian, who had learned how to find documents professionally, Yu Yuan was much more skilled in using the computer. In just a short while, she transferred a bunch of scans to the projection in front of her.
"These serial numbers of hepatectomies are basically the same as the patient's current injury. I think that after laparotomy, according to the situation, we can just use the most suitable method and perform it according to the rules," Ling Ran said in a very honest manner.
In fact, it was just like that. The surgical methods of major surgeries were practiced over and over again, and it was not something that could be performed in just a few hours. The Indian wanted Ling Ran to explain it to him because he wanted to leave him hanging.
Even if he could not get the surgery in the end, he would not lose his mouth, and he might even get some benefits from it.
And when Ling Ran finally said something that was somewhat expected, the Indian man cackled again. "The injuries are basically the same. How similar can they be? You mean that there's no plan at all, right? Did you spend the few hours on the plane sleeping? Ga, ga, ga … "
"Based on the information provided by the scans, I think that using a proven surgical plan is currently the best choice."
"If you say so, then so be it. But you have to understand that different people's livers have great variability, and the injuries are different. The previous cases are not suitable for surgery …"
"I agree. So, the liver variability and injuries in these cases are all the same." Ling Ran's answer was even more casual.
The Indian seemed to be amused. He said, "The variability and injuries are all the same? What a joke … "
As they listened to the conversation between the two, the Thai and Singaporean doctors in the room subconsciously looked at the projection screen.
"Please take a look at the scans first." The Thai doctor, Cha Lun Wang, sighed and did not let the Indian continue.
He was the attending physician of the patient in Bangkok Hospital, and the core of his task was to find the most suitable specialist for the patient. Although the scene in front of him was beyond his expectations, Cha Lun Wang still made the right judgment. He wanted the Indian to shut up and watch the scans, or vice versa, let him watch the scans, and he would naturally shut up.
Narapat's attention was focused on the screen in front of him, and as expected, he shut his mouth tightly.
"Doctor Ling, have you performed these cases before?" Cha Lun Wang asked, and he also wanted the patient's family to understand.
Ling Ran nodded and said yes.
"They are almost the same liver variation structure, and the injuries are also the same. The probability of this is too low …" Cha Lun Wang had a guess in his heart, but he did not say it out loud.
Ling Ran smiled and said, "After a period of surgery, you will encounter the same liver variation, and the injuries are also the same. After all, it's not like flipping a coin. "
After listening to the translation, the few people present understood. Some of them laughed, while others didn't. Indeed, there were many liver mutations in humans. However, it was different from flipping a coin, which had a 50% chance of winning, and the probability of different liver mutations was also different. Therefore, certain forms and mutations of the liver would obviously appear more often.
However, this seemingly humorous explanation was not really an explanation at all! Even if there were more liver variations in some forms, the probability was still a few percent!
Coupled with the similar injuries …
A few surgeons looked at the scans and looked at Ling Ran.
Following that, Stephen from Singapore said, "These numbers, I mean the Arabic numbers in the corner that you just read, 215,609 … 2701, what do they mean?"
"I arranged the medical record numbers myself. It's very simple. 215 is the 215th hepatectomy I performed, and 609 is the 609th." Ling Ran's tone was also calm.
"2701 is the 2,701st hepatectomy?" Stephen asked in disbelief.
"Of course."
"You performed 2,701 hepatectomies?"
"So far, I've performed more than 2,900," Ling Ran answered.
The surgeons in the room were all confused.
The Indian man could not help but shout, "How is it possible to perform 2,900 hepatectomies?"
"What do you mean?" Ling Ran asked in puzzlement.
"You'll understand after you look at the content." Cha Lunwang had more information in his hands. At this time, he could not help but gulp and gestured for Yu Yuan to play the video inside.
A few videos were played at the same time.
It was easy to see that these were different surgeries performed at different times. The only similarity was that the surgeon was Ling Ran, and his technique was similar but different at the same time.
"I'm playing it now." Yu Yuan operated a few more times.
Because of this, everyone understood that these surgeries were really similar to repetitive surgeries.
Moreover, the longer the number of the video was, the more comfortable it was to watch …
"Nearly 3,000 hepatectomies?" Stephen from Singapore asked again.
Ling Ran nodded. He did not care to answer this kind of repetitive question.
"So, in about four to five hundred surgeries, we can encounter similar cases?" Stephen concluded and smiled very alienatedly, as if he was out of touch with the whole world. He said in an ethereal voice, "It's almost the same as what I feel."
Cha Lunwang could not help but cough. He wanted to laugh, but he could not.
He had also read Stephen's information, and he knew that Stephen had performed about 1,000 hepatectomies. It was a lot by the standards of any country. After performing more than 1,000 cases of any surgical method, one could be called an expert, but it depended on who he was compared to.
"Since Doctor Ling has relevant experience, I suggest that Doctor Ling Ran be the chief surgeon." Cha Lunwang did not let the discussion continue. He turned to look at the patient's family.
"Okay, Doctor Ling, I'm counting on you." The blonde and fair-skinned European beauty shook Ling Ran's hand. Although she did not know medicine, she could see that Ling Ran had completely won over the others.
Ling Ran was also their first choice. The Rolex that landed on the ground and half an hour of waiting were not to be wasted.
The Indian man and Stephen from Singapore looked at each other and did not raise any objections.
"We will pay you in full according to the agreement. In addition, we will pay each team an additional 100,000 USD as a basic bonus. Please wait for a little longer and leave after the surgery is over. "The European beauty spoke in a serious and rich tone, and it greatly eased the emotions of the people.
Hospital Director Bo clenched his fists as he watched the Ling Treatment Group enter the surgical tunnel. The basic bonus was 100,000 USD, and this made him look forward to his own bonus.
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