The Burmese, Miao Angdeng, took a comfortable shower in the ward. He washed away the fatigue of traveling and the hard work of seeing a doctor. Then, he lay on the hospital bed and was hooked up to an intravenous drip. The masseur hired by the hospital helped him relax his muscles and blood vessels. He rested comfortably for thirty minutes before he was sent to the operating theater.
When he arrived, the preparations in the operating theater had just been completed.
"Mister Miao Angdeng, hello." The Thai nurse in the operating theater was as kind as a masseur. She checked Miao Angdeng's information and told him what to pay attention to.
Miao Angdeng looked like he was in his forties, but he still had the time to joke with the nurse in Thai.
The basic conditions in Myanmar were poor, and he spent half of his life in Thailand. He was quite familiar with the hospitals and nurses here.
Of course, he was still unfamiliar with surgeries, which made him slightly excited.
The anesthetist looked at him from the side. He was also very kind. After asking about his weight and other information, he handed the laryngeal mask to him and said with a smile, "Inject some oxygen first. We're going to start preparing for the surgery."
"Okay. By the way, I want to keep my stones. I heard that they're inlaid … "Before Miao Angdeng finished speaking, he fell asleep.
Lu Wenbin breathed a long sigh of relief and said, "This step is the most similar to what we usually do."
It was unknown whether it was because he knocked on the right spot or because of Thai courtesy, the Thai medical staff in the operating theater smiled after they translated it.
Hospital Director Bo, who was "serving" by the side, said, "Everyone is deeply touched. When it comes to surgeries, the core part will not change. However, the patient can't see the situation during the surgery, so they can only pay attention to the parts outside the surgery, right? "
"Just like how people only look at the interior of a car when they buy it?" Lu Wenbin smiled.
"It's a little like that." Hospital Director Bo smiled and said something nice. "Doctor Lu, you're considered to be an imported engine."
"Doctor Ling is the engine. I'm at most a gearbox," Lu Wenbin said humbly.
Hospital Director Bo laughed to hide the sarcasm in his heart. 'You're just a brat, and you want to do three big things?'
As they spoke, Ling Ran walked into the operating theater.
Everyone in the operating theater became solemn.
Forget about the members of Ling Ran's own team, the Thai medical staff had been freelance surgeons for many years, and they were all very smart. They also had a rather unclear understanding of the value ranking of doctors, their skills, and so on. The change in their attitudes could be said to be a hidden rule.
Surgeons with good skills would receive more respect. This was a principle that practically all hospitals in the world followed.
In fact, international medical tourism destinations like Bangkok Hospital, which focused on good service and low prices, usually did not have world-class doctors, especially surgeons. It was very difficult for them to invite them over.
This was because good service itself meant the expansion of the patient's power, and the world's top surgeons were obviously more inclined to obtain greater and broader power.
Take Miao Angdeng, who was going to be operated on today, for example. If doctors were given a choice, a normal cholecystectomy would not be able to pique the interest of a top surgeon.
Of course, if you offered enough money, top surgeons would also be willing to lower their prices. Great fame and reputation would also have a similar effect. Therefore, Mayo Clinic could always attract high-ranking and top-class surgeons, while Thai hospitals could never achieve a breakthrough in their core medical skills.
However, the attitude of the medical field, the medical field, or hospital groups toward top surgeons was natural. Ling Ran's previous surgeries had already attracted a lot of attention. Now, after one day and one night, the Thai medical staff could be said to be very respectful when they faced Ling Ran again.
The exotic Thai nurses did not even need Ling Ran to do anything. They helped him put on the surgical gown properly.
When he saw the two young nurses rubbing themselves against Ling Ran, Lu Wenbin's eyes turned green with envy.
Lu Wenbin was also a doctor, and he was also a young doctor from China. But just now, Lu Wenbin independently tore open the surgical gown and put it on by himself.
But what about Ling Ran?
The bandage in front of his waist could have been tied up by himself, but the young nurses still tied it up by touching and tugging at it.
"We're all ready," Lu Wenbin reminded loudly.
"Are you familiar with the instruments and instruments?" As Ling Ran spoke, his eyes swept across the operating table.
Although Ling Ran did not have the support of a world ranking in cholecystectomy using a laparoscope, it was relatively easy for him to perform the surgery well with his Specialist Level. The only place where he could make mistakes was the "external objects".
Lu Wenbin quickly nodded and said, "It's almost the same as what we use. I've adjusted the parts that can be adjusted. Also, this is Doctor Zongravimon from Bangkok Hospital. He will be performing the surgery with us."
"Hello, Doctor Ling." Zongravimon was a doctor who was a little tanned and thin. He was also very respectful, and he greeted Ling Ran in English.
"Hello." Ling Ran answered indifferently. He then performed a visual examination before he moved his shoulders and neck a little and said, "Let's start."
The patient who had been disinfected was quickly given a pneumoperitoneum. His stomach swelled up. Then, three rods were inserted into his stomach, and his stomach was stirred up again.
Once he started the surgery, Ling Ran's attitude became focused.
Lu Wenbin, who was holding the laparoscope, was a little bored, and he started to move uncomfortably.
He was wearing a cotton surgical gown provided by Bangkok Hospital, and it looked a little historical. Obviously, high-end medical treatment could also save money in places where patients could not see it.
In fact, the reason why Bangkok Hospital could carry out medical activities at a price lower than the self-funded price in China was because they wanted to save money through various means.
The surgeries invited by Cha Lun Wang were still VVVIP level projects in Bangkok Hospital. For ordinary projects of a lower level, Thailand's medical system was not as perfect as imagined.
After all, the modern medical system was built on the foundation of internationalization. Expensive imported drugs, expensive medical instruments, medical equipment, and even expensive doctors' salaries were all competed against by international espers.
If they switched to an intermediary that was cheaper than Junan Clinic and paid a lower consultation fee than the Burmese Miao Angdeng, the medical conditions they received would naturally be different.
"It's done." Ling Ran still completed the cholecystectomy with ease.
Although he was only at Specialist Level Cholecystectomy, he had mastered a higher level of 'incision' and a variety of suturing techniques. Now that he was using it, he was able to perform a minor surgery smoothly. It was just that he no longer looked cool.
"Doctor Lu, I'll leave the rest to you." Ling Ran only stood for around ten minutes before he moved away from the chief surgeon's position.
The people in the operating theater were not surprised. Patients liked to use a butcher's knife to kill chickens, but the butcher's knife usually just cut the neck and did not care. Butcher's knives were usually the ones who did the butcher's work.
Hospital Director Bo watched Lu Wenbin huff and puff as he went into the operating theater. Then, he moved closer to Ling Ran and helped him take off his surgical gown. He smiled and said, "Doctor Ling, we can still arrange more surgeries in Thailand. Why don't we stay for a few more days and earn a BMW before we go back?"
"What kind of surgeries can we arrange? How many?" Ling Ran asked about the main content.
"It's for you. We also want to build a good cooperative relationship with you in Bangkok," Hospital Director Bo answered with pride.
As a medical intermediary, he was basically in the happiest state right now. Unlike ordinary medical intermediaries who had to worry about skipping orders and haggling for a buyer's market, Hospital Director Bo now even had the right to help raise the price. This feeling was completely different.
Ling Ran pondered for a moment. "If they can arrange more than twelve surgeries in the next forty-eight hours, I'll stay for another two days."
Hospital Director Bo's good mood suddenly disappeared. The foreigners might not accept this kind of Ling Ran …
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