"Lu Wenbin, you'll be the first assistant. Are the doctors from the local hospital here? "
"Take out all the instruments and try them out."
"Move the operating table a little higher, and get a few more footstool for Yu Yuan."
Ling Ran gave his orders one by one, and they were mainly for the operating theater.
Being a freelance surgeon was never an easy task. In a small way, being a freelance surgeon was equivalent to taking the initiative to reduce one's fault tolerance, or in other words, it increased one's responsibility and obligation.
Even though it was very troublesome if there were normal mistakes in normal surgeries in the hospital, there were relatively more remedial measures and channels. Freelance surgeries were different. Most of the time, the freelance surgeon was the last responsible person.
In terms of the middle difficulty, it was necessary for all freelance surgeons to complete surgeries independently. It was also necessary to be able to partially or independently complete remedial surgeries.
The biggest difficulty was to adapt to different hospitals and environments, especially to the staff of different hospitals.
Most doctors could not be a freelance surgeon because it was difficult at the last stage. It was not easy to adapt to the staff, especially when it came to it. The young doctors in their own department could scold them if they wanted to, and even if they scolded them like dogs, they still had to continue performing surgeries. But in other hospitals, they would not be able to figure out the other party's temper.
Therefore, ordinary freelance surgeons had to go to hospitals that they were familiar with, and also to hospitals within their own radiation range. This was also why the doctors in Beijing had the most freelance surgeries, while the doctors in Shanghai were usually limited to freelance surgeries in the coastal areas in the southeast. In this, power also became a very important factor.
However, it was very difficult to use the power in the country to perform freelance surgeries overseas, and it was very demanding for the doctor's skills and adaptability.
Like many similar international doctors, Ling Ran directly brought a team when he traveled, and this was to reduce the factors of cooperation.
There were very few freelance surgeons in the country who did things like him. One reason was that it took a lot of effort to organize a team, and the most important reason was that most freelance surgeons were not willing to share the money with the young doctors under them.
Ling Ran was also indifferent to the cost of a team because the price of freelance surgery was high enough, and the number of surgeries he performed each time was high enough. He also did not have enough motivation to increase the price of a freelance surgery. If it were an ordinary freelance surgeon, the price of a freelance surgery would be a few thousand RMB or even more than ten thousand RMB. If they included the high-speed rail or air tickets, the other party would not have to pay more than fifteen thousand RMB for a single surgery.
Even if they performed two or three surgeries every time, it was still difficult for senior doctors who only performed freelance surgeries once a week to give up money.
It was not expensive to lead a team, but if one included the transportation, food, and lodging, as well as the occasional bonus and other expenses, it would be better to go to the local hospital to find someone to cooperate with them. After all, it was free.
However, from another perspective, those who could bring a team to perform freelance surgery could be said to be no weaklings.
All the hospitals in Changxi Province would become Ling Ran's backyard, and the value of the team could not be ignored. When any department director of the Department of Hepatobiliary and Pancreatic Surgery in any hospital saw or heard that Ling Ran appeared with a group of four or five people, they would look at him in the eye, just like how a car driver would look at a Ferrari, a prostitute would look at a Mercedes, and a cousin would look at Richard Miller.
All the doctors in Bangkok Hospital had no choice but to look Ling Ran in the eye. Their expressions were grave.
"Almost three thousand hepatectomies?"
"I don't think it's fake. I asked a few friends, and they all mentioned Ling Ran from China."
"He even developed a mutated surgical method that specializes in treating early-stage cancer in elderly patients."
"He's still very young, right? Or is it because we can't tell his age from his Asian face?"
"I heard that he's not even thirty years old!"
A few doctors spoke in low voices, and they did not seem to be trying to avoid the topic.
They did not belong to the same department to begin with, especially after they lost the competition to become the chief surgeon. The reason why they stayed was none other than to see Ling Ran's skills, and if it was possible, they wanted to criticize him together. Besides, and this was also the most important reason, they were still waiting for the patient's family to pay the bill.
The patient's family just stood and listened. They did not want to pay the bill because they wanted the doctors who came over to be their back-up. On the other hand, they actually wanted to obtain some information.
Although the surgery today was open to the patient's family, no matter how good the angle of the camera was, the patient's family would not be able to understand the parts that they should not be able to understand. Therefore, the only way was to hope that the doctors in the room could come up with different opinions.
For the decision-makers, whether the opinions were correct or not was one thing, but it was still necessary to have more information and room for choice.
However, as the surgery progressed, the opinions that laymen imagined did not appear.
"This guy has indeed performed similar surgeries." Narapat was actually very willing to point out Ling Ran's mistakes in a high-profile manner, and this was also one of the motivations that made him watch the surgery seriously.
However, Narapat's skills were actually a little too good.
When a person's skills were good to a certain extent, and when they watched Ling Ran perform the surgery with perfect standards, they could not say that they were fascinated, but they could not lie through their teeth.
Stephen, who had also performed almost a thousand surgeries, hummed and said, "On average, he will encounter a surgery that is almost the same as his every five hundred surgeries. The amazing thing is that he can still remember it."
"I remember every surgery I have performed." Narapat snorted and said, "This is the basic quality of a first-class surgeon."
"Can you remember so much detail?" Stephen's finger pointed slightly, and he happened to see Ling Ran wandering the large blood vessels.
The blood vessels were like abandoned pipes, and they seemed to be hanging in the air casually. However, doctors who had performed many surgeries knew that it was very difficult to completely remove the large blood vessels. Even placing the blood vessels so that they would not affect the surgical field was something that had to be practiced over and over again. This was not something that was taught in textbooks, and it was all based on experience.
Because everyone's surgical posture and habits were different, the position of the blood vessels needed to be adjusted repeatedly when they performed similar surgeries for the first few times. Of course, doctors with slightly weaker skills did not even need to do this step. They took too long to separate the blood vessels, and it was more practical to just cut the closed suture.
"There are too many people in China, and their surgeons have too many opportunities to perform surgeries." Narapat sighed and said, "The hospitals in some countries can't even perform three thousand hepatectomies in ten years."
Stephen from Singapore turned to look at Narapat and said slowly, "As an Indian, don't you feel guilty saying this?"
"Of course not. I don't operate on poor people. "Narapat smiled and said," You know, India is full of poor people. "
Stephen was speechless.
"After I go back this time, I want to operate on poor people," Narapat said again.
"Oh? Why? "
"Because if I only perform hepatectomies on rich people, I will never be able to perform three thousand hepatectomies." Narapat looked at the progress of the surgery on the screen, and his voice became deeper. "Before I operate on a rich person, I need to spend ten times more time in consultation, ten times more time in examination, and ten times more time in consultation. If I start to operate on poor people now, I can accumulate up to three thousand hepatectomies in five years at most."
"Four hundred hepatectomies a year?" Stephen calculated and shook his head quietly.
Hepatectomies were major surgeries, unlike small surgeries such as appendectomy, which could be easily performed five to seven times a day. It was normal for a normal doctor to perform one hepatectomies every three days, and it was normal for him to perform one hundred hepatectomies a year.
Of course, it was possible for a doctor to perform four hundred or even six hundred hepatectomies a year, but the intensity was like the surprise attack of a senior high student in Hengshui High School. Under normal circumstances, he would not be able to take care of his wife and children, let alone his physical and mental exhaustion.
It was normal for doctors in their twenties or thirties to perform two to three hundred hepatectomies or even more hepatectomies for a few years while they were still young. However, it was difficult for older doctors to continue working like this.
"Good luck." Stephen smiled and did not say much. The first two years when he first learned hepatectomies were the two years where he performed the most hepatectomies. He performed a total of five hundred hepatectomies, but in the next six to seven years, he only performed five hundred hepatectomies.
If he had a choice, Stephen would rather fly back and forth for ten hours, perform one hepatectomy, and then return to his family's yacht to spend a good weekend. He did not want to perform three hepatectomies a day, use ten years to fight for his life, and leave his yacht, savings, and wife to the workers at the dock.
"Five years is a very short time. By then, the rich will fight for me to perform surgery." Narapat was also thinking about a bright future.
Stephen chuckled. "I don't think anyone is fighting for him to perform surgery."
He was naturally referring to Ling Ran.
The Indian man smiled. "He doesn't know how to promote himself, and he hasn't built up a big enough reputation. When I have this kind of skill …"
"This kind of skill?" Stephen also smiled.
The Indian man was reminded, and he looked over. He saw that Ling Ran was reconstructing the patient's remaining external hepatic lobe and hepatic portal vein. It was supposed to be a super difficult operation, but at that moment, it felt like it was a piece of cake. In short …
"Impossible!"
“FxxK！”
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