"The cardiopulmonary bypass group is ready. They can be used at any time. The equipment and drugs are also sufficient …" Yu Yuan checked the operating theater again, quietly came to Ling Ran's side, and reported the situation in a low voice.
Although most cardiopulmonary bypass equipment was not used in cardiac surgeries, the relevant equipment must be prepared. If the progress of the surgery was not satisfactory, they would need to use cardiopulmonary bypass.
Similarly, no matter how good the Obstetrics and Gynecology Department was at giving birth, they must be prepared to switch to a Caesarean section at any time. No matter how good the Orthopedics Department was at performing arthroscopy, they must also be prepared to make grooves. No matter how good the Cardiology Department was at performing stent placement, they must also be prepared to be happy.
Therefore, the Cardiology Department in the hospitals where the Cardiology Department was developed early would not be too bad. But when the Cardiology Department was developed, the Cardiology Department in those hospitals would not be able to live too well.
Ling Ran listened and nodded slowly.
Yu Yuan's surgical skills were very limited, but she had a lot of theoretical knowledge, and she was meticulous. She played a greater role during the preparation stage and after the surgery ended.
Yu Yuan could always do things like checking the preparation of the operating theater properly without attracting other people's attention. Even when she reported, the people from the Department of Surgery, the Department of Anesthesiology, and other departments and hospitals that cooperated with them would not pay much attention to Yu Yuan, which reduced a lot of trouble.
After all, not everyone was willing to be examined in a work-related manner, but Ling Ran's requirements were always above average.
"Doctor Su, shall we start?" Ling Ran turned to look at Su Jiafu.
Su Jiafu sat on the round stool and nodded vigorously. His posture was so heavy that he almost knocked his head on the stool.
* Click, click. *
A few sounds of camera shutters could be heard, and they loyally recorded this scene.
"We can start now." With Doctor Li's reminder, Su Jiafu quickly shouted again. In this kind of situation, nodding was too informal.
Doctor Li, who sat beside Su Jiafu, smiled and could not help but sigh in his heart. Speaking of which, he was the junior of the Department of Anesthesiology's director, but he only mastered the anesthesia technique for cardiac surgeries in the past five to seven years.
Even so, he was still a young and promising model in the hospital and the medical field.
Cardiac surgeries were the crown jewel for surgeons, and it was the same for anesthetists.
Moreover, to a certain extent, it was even rarer for anesthetists. After all, surgeons could perform neurosurgeries, liver surgeries, and all kinds of strange surgeries. However, there were very few surgeries that required a high level of anesthesia, especially surgeries that were acknowledged to have been performed with a high level of anesthesia.
Anesthetists who had reached this level would always hold their positions tightly and would not give other people a chance. Take Doctor Li for example. No matter how good his relationship with his senior brother was, he would not allow his senior brother's subordinates to perform anesthesia in his hospital. Even if his senior brother wanted to perform anesthesia in his hospital, he would still refuse.
Of course, Senior Brother himself would never mention such a thing.
In other words, the corresponding doctors would only have a chance if the hospital or institution he was in carried out similar research or clinical trials.
However, such opportunities were first come, first served.
The first one to obtain it would have the advantage of being the first to start, and they would also be able to firmly hold the position, so that the second one would not even have the chance to participate in the surgery.
The hospital was a guild in the new era. If they did not create enough profit for their masters and work as apprentices for a long time, they would not be able to obtain knowledge and skills easily.
And among apprentices, only a very small number of people could become masters and department directors.
Doctor Li watched Su Jiafu operate the instrument a little nervously, and he always had doubts in his heart. 'This guy doesn't seem to be very smart …'
"Pen." Ling Ran was now very skilled in cooperating with the nurses. Originally, he did not need to shout, but at the beginning of the surgery, he was still willing to use his voice to guide everyone so that they could get into the mood faster.
Ling Ran actually often participated in group activities. Although he was not very willing to socialize with others, to some extent, it was because others' desire to socialize with him was so strong that unless he constantly rejected them, he would not have time for himself.
The rarer a thing was, the greater its value. It was the same for Ling Ran.
And in various group activities that were difficult to avoid or relatively interesting, Ling Ran also gradually summed up some experience. For example, the way he guided everyone was very important. If Ling Ran did not guide them, the scene would always be very chaotic. Many people would even take advantage of the chaos to confess their love, and it could be said that there would be endless trouble.
It would be much better if he guided them a little. It could not be said to be orderly, but at least he could be clear about everyone's goals and direction, and he could do the corresponding work. Sometimes, the above conditions might not be able to be achieved, but when that time came, Ling Ran would usually withdraw from the activity.
However, life in the operating theater did not need to be so complicated.
The operating theater was very beautiful and free for every chief surgeon, especially chief surgeons who were at the level of chief surgeons. They could almost do whatever they wanted in the operating theater.
Regardless of whether it was the assistants, nurses, or visitors, they could only follow the chief surgeon's thoughts and watch the chief surgeon operate, even if the chief surgeon seemed to be drawing a sketch on the patient.
"Doctor Ling's drawing is really beautiful. This is the first time I've seen someone draw lines so beautifully," a female doctor of unknown origin suddenly said, and she seemed to be praising Ling Ran.
The chatterbox in the operating theater was immediately opened, and everyone started talking.
"Doctor Ling is really detailed."
"Exposure is the most important thing in a heart surgery that keeps beating, so it's necessary to be more detailed."
"So detailed? Is he afraid to cut it? "
The positive and negative discussions did not affect Ling Ran at all.
Ling Ran naturally had a lot of ideas since the surgery had reached this stage.
From his point of view, the surgery itself was no longer a problem. Other surgeons and cardiologists were worried about operating errors, abnormal anatomical structures, unfamiliarity with the surgical method, unexpected problems during the surgery, and so on. In Ling Ran's eyes, these were not fundamental problems.
After performing so many perfect surgeries, Ling Ran's concern was how to achieve the level of perfect surgeries and how to approach this goal with every surgery.
In this regard, reducing the burden during the surgery was very important.
No matter how good a doctor was, he only had two hands and two eyes. There was a limit to the number of situations he could pay attention to and handle at the same time.
If he drew more lines and doodled for twenty minutes before the surgery, he could reduce the burden during the surgery a little bit, and he could sort out his thoughts a little bit. Presumably, the patient would raise all four limbs in agreement!
Ling Ran thought so, and he also did so.
Therefore, a lot of lines were quickly drawn on the patient's chest.
Ling Ran even thought about it as he drew, so much so that he used up a lot of surgery time.
At this time, those who knew the surgery had already calmed down and observed. Those who did not know the surgery could not understand, so they could only pretend to be calm.
The reporters, on the other hand, were a little excited.
They did not quite understand why Ling Ran drew so many lines, but this thing was quite beautiful, and it was also quite a hot topic, so everyone was quite happy.
'It's more interesting than performing the surgery step by step, right?' The reporters whispered to each other and chatted casually on WeChat.
A few hundred meters away, Wei Jiayou, who also walked into the operating theater, suddenly felt a little uneasy.
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