Early in the morning.
At nine o 'clock in the morning, Lu Wenbin walked into the International Department of Bangkok Hospital and entered the office anxiously.
As soon as he entered, he saw Zuo Cidian lying on the sofa. He had taken off his shoes, and two socks of different ages were on his ankles. He looked very unkempt.
Lu Wenbin felt a little guilty, but he also wanted to laugh.
After all, he had swum before ten o 'clock at night, played with the iron bar, ate eighteen eggs, and had a good night's sleep. Now, when he saw how pitiful the forty-four-year-old Zuo Cidian looked, he felt a little proud of himself.
Of course, he could not help but feel a little guilty.
"Director Zuo, were you tired yesterday?" Lu Wenbin sat on the single-seater sofa next to him. He felt a little uncomfortable, so he grabbed an empty can of Red Bull with a backhand.
"It was all thanks to Red Bull," Zuo Cidian said with a groan.
"Red Bull from Thailand seems to be quite famous. You used it so quickly. I didn't expect that in the end, you're the one who got the most local specialties. "When Lu Wenbin saw that Zuo Cidian was in a good state, he joked again.
Zuo Cidian glanced at Lu Wenbin with the ghost of a smile and said, "Red Bull is quite delicious. It's really comfortable to drink it when you're burning the midnight oil."
"You still have to stay up less."
"Oh, you finally know how to care about your old comrade's health?" Zuo Cidian chuckled. "In the medical field, I'm still considered a middle-aged man at my age."
Lu Wenbin said, "Middle-aged people die suddenly the most."
Zuo Cidian sat up, rubbed the area between his eyebrows, and sighed. "Young Lu, are you not going to let me sleep?"
"Look at what you're saying. I'm just joking, just joking …" Compared to other doctors, Lu Wenbin, who was rich, was more unyielding in front of Zuo Cidian. Moreover, as one of the officials who followed Zuo Cidian, Lu Wenbin joined Ling Ran earlier than Zuo Cidian. He could even be said to be the earliest. Therefore, he could still crack a joke once in a while.
Zuo Cidian did not look angry. He drank the herbal tea he left last night and said, "What are you trying to freeload now? You're taking all the surgeries … "
"What thesis did you write last night?" Lu Wenbin chuckled and offered her a cup of yogurt. He said warmly, "Drink some yogurt after staying up late. It's good for your stomach."
The yogurt was from the hotel's breakfast buffet, and Lu Wenbin had stolen it.
"Don't blindly learn how to give yogurt. The yogurt given by Doctor Ling tastes different from the yogurt you give him, understand?" Even though Zuo Cidian said that, he still extended his hand and took the bottle. He unscrewed the cap, inserted the tube, and drank the whole thing in one go.
"The yogurt given by Doctor Ling has Doctor Ling's taste, and the yogurt given by me has my passion." Lu Wenbin narrowed his eyes.
Zuo Cidian glared at Lu Wenbin. "Repeat what you said. Try not to vomit."
Lu Wenbin could not help but laugh. He let Zuo Cidian vent his anger before he smiled and said, "You guys stayed up for more than ten hours last night. Did you get any results?"
"Seven or eight hours." Zuo Cidian shook his head and said, "Doctor Ling said that he was sleepy at four or five o 'clock, so he went back to sleep. We tidied up the things here, and we're done."
"You're done?"
"Yes, don't even think about it. The research paper this time was personally written by Doctor Ling, and the data was also performed by Doctor Ling himself. The data and statistics were sorted out by Doctor Yu, so the corresponding author and first author are Doctor Ling. Yu Yuan is the first author, and I'm the second author. There's no place for you." Zuo Cidian waited for Lu Wenbin to state his purpose before he cruelly cut off his dream. He was like a fishmonger selling eels.
This time, this research paper was prepared to be published in the Chinese Literature Department. Theoretically, there could be another twenty or thirty people behind the second author, but for Lu Wenbin, it was meaningless.
Of course, it was not easy for ordinary authors to publish research papers in this way. But Ling Ran had made a name for himself now, and the restrictions on publishing articles were much lesser.
Lu Wenbin could not help but say regretfully, "I usually stay up all night, but I didn't manage to write two research papers."
"It's fine as long as the surgery is done." Zuo Cidian was proud of himself at this time. He deliberately provoked Lu Wenbin and said, "I slept around four o 'clock last night, and I actually slept quite well. I'll just take it as watching a movie at night. "
Lu Wenbin chuckled. "Old Zuo, you're so disgusting."
Zuo Cidian was stunned. "It's not the kind of movie you're thinking about."
"Hehe."
…..
Lu Wenbin entered the operating theater gloomily. He communicated with the Thai doctors and nurses through the interpreter sent by Hospital Director Bo while he checked the various instruments and equipment in the operating theater.
After working as a freelance surgeon for a long time, he would encounter all kinds of strange things. Ling Ran and his subordinates would always check everything in the operating theater again and again.
Ling Ran's team also kept growing because of these extra jobs.
Lu Wenbin waited until all the checks were done and arranged for someone to watch over the operating theater. Then, he looked at the time on his phone and quickly walked out of the Operating Area. Then, he went to the consultation room and started a new round of advanced preparations.
Ling Ran arrived at the consultation room on time at ten-thirty. He waited for a while before he saw Cha Lunwang and a group of people walking in while talking and laughing.
"Doctor Ling, let me introduce you. This is Mister Miao Angdeng, a famous Myanmar entrepreneur. After he heard about Doctor Ling's resume, he deliberately came to Bangkok for medical treatment." Cha Lunwang smiled as he introduced the patient and the patient's family.
Hospital Director Bo waited for the interpreter to finish speaking before he added, "I've found out beforehand that this Myanmar businessman is a member of Bangkok Hospital. He donates money every year and always receives medical treatment here."
"Isn't Bangkok far from Myanmar?" Lu Wenbin asked in a low voice, a little confused.
Hospital Director Bo smiled and said in a soft voice that only the people on the other side could hear, "It's a small country with few people, so what can they do? Bangkok Hospital can expand to fifteen branches and forty-five subordinate hospitals because of international medical treatment. "
At this time, Ling Ran had already asked for the patient's scans and looked at them.
Ling Ran could not help but be surprised after he looked at them. "You want me to perform cholecystectomy?"
Cha Lunwang nodded and said, "Mister Miao Angdeng has had cholecystitis for about six years. Since this year, the pain has worsened. Recently, we've been looking for a suitable surgeon to perform the surgery …"
"I thought the patient was prepared for hepatectomy." Ling Ran could not help but shake his head.
Cha Lunwang was stunned and seemed to have realized something. He quickly looked at Hospital Director Bo and said, "Please explain to Doctor Ling. We're not looking down on Doctor Ling's skills. On the contrary, we hope that a better doctor can perform this surgery. After all, for the patient, cholecystectomy is still a surgery that needs to be treated seriously under general anesthesia …"
Hospital Director Bo was doing the work of a medical intermediary. He first comforted Cha Lunwang with a smile before he smiled at Ling Ran and said, "Doctor Ling, there are small surgeries too, okay? Rich people value their lives more, and it's normal for them to look for a master to perform surgery on them. "
Ling Ran nodded to show that he understood and said, "I'm also considering it from a technical point of view …"
"Doctor Ling." Hospital Director Bo heard a hint of mystery in Ling Ran's words. He interrupted Ling Ran and said, "We can be considered to be talking before the surgery. First of all, we should give the patient confidence, don't you think so?"
Ling Ran thought about it and changed his perspective. "I'm better at hepatectomy."
"That's true, but the patient has gallstones in his gallbladder."
"What a pity." Ling Ran shook his head slowly. According to the evaluation of the system, his hepatectomy skills were currently ranked fifth in the world, but his cholecystectomy skills were only at Specialist Level. The other party came all the way here to look for him to perform surgery. Obviously, hepatectomy was more worth it.
"Don't translate this sentence," Hospital Director Bo solemnly instructed.
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