Under the nine screens, Ling Ran looked more like a character from a TV show.
His scrubs and surgical gowns were even whiter than the clothes of the doctors beside him. They were more eye-catching and memorable.
The department director of the Provincial Neurosurgery Department was an elite woman in her forties. At this time, she could not help but reach out and say, "Hey, where's your nine-screen remote control?"
After she spoke, the people beside her came to a sudden realization, or pretended to be enlightened.
"Department Director Dong's reaction is too fast." Another female doctor showed a regretful expression.
Department Director Dong chuckled and was too lazy to say more. She waited for the remote control and immediately switched the screen to watch.
The few screens in the visitation room quickly showed Ling Ran's back.
This was an angle that would not usually appear.
In general, besides paying attention to the surgical field, the camera in the operating theater would only pay attention to the surgeon's hand, then the face and the assistant. This was considered a very broad shot, and it would not focus on the surgeon's back.
But the world was indeed very different from the back.
Ling Ran's back was very streamlined, and most of the time, he operated with his back straight. When his back was used as a point to exert force, there would be an extra sense of strength. It was not a problem to describe him as handsome.
Department Director Dong looked at him and nodded vigorously. She said to the group of doctors around her, "When I was studying, my professor said that the most important thing to pay attention to and learn is the posture during surgery. Doctors with good posture can perform surgery for a few hours and still be able to move accurately and accurately. Doctors with bad posture can perform surgery for two hours, and their backs will ache. The difference is too big."
The Department of Neurosurgery often performed surgeries in the double digits. Whether a doctor's posture was good or not had a great impact.
The doctors in the room smiled faintly and reluctantly accepted Department Director Dong's words.
However, there were also doctors from other hospitals who were not willing to listen to Department Director Dong. After listening to her, they did not care whether it was true or not and directly asked "that person" from Yunli Medical Company, "Can we watch these screens separately?"
There was a row of screens on the wall in front of the visitation room. At this time, half of the screens were showing the surgery in the operating theater next door, but it was exactly the same scene.
"It should work … We have to adjust it." The person from Yunli Medical Company hesitated for a moment before he took out his phone to look for someone.
If it were other electronic product sales companies or organizations like hypermarkets, no matter how complex the products sold, they wouldn't be able to provide too many services. However, the sale of medical equipment was completely different. Half of the sales of medical equipment that were sold at a much higher price might be used to pay for the redistribution of profits, and the other half was used to pay for the doctors' willfulness.
Forget about the fact that the products were designed with similar functions, even if they were not designed with such functions, as long as the doctors' requests were strong enough, a good pharmaceutical company would be able to modify seventy to eighty percent of the functions.
Not long after, an engineer dressed in orange entered and reassigned the remote control for the screen.
Supervisor Dong looked at the screen and ignored the others. When all the screens changed, he said calmly, "Posture is actually the hardest to learn. When you look at the videos of surgeries in various conferences, literature, and imaging materials, they don't talk too much about posture. You have to adjust your body's posture during surgery. Most of the time, a teacher has to teach you step by step and correct you bit by bit. "
"Then, Doctor Ling's posture during surgery is also quite rare." Another female department director responded to Supervisor Dong with a tone of agreement. She adjusted the screen in front of her to face Ling Ran. From here, she could see the scene of the operating table from afar. She could see Ling Ran's small and delicate hand movements, and his face was very clear.
Supervisor Dong showed disdain for this person's choice and said casually, "It's not just rare. To do it so well, regardless of talent or training, the most difficult thing is to maintain it. You have to train for surgeries day after day, even when no one is watching. Only then can you form a habit and maintain the best posture during surgery even when you're the most tired … "
"Ling Ran seems to have learned his skills from his family. The clinic where he learned his skills should be called Lower Groove Clinic," the female department director replied to Supervisor Dong indifferently. She wanted to look at Ling Ran's face right now, and she could not stand some people pretending to look at his skills.
Director Dong understood. He pursed his lips and swallowed the words he wanted to say. Unlike the doctors from these idle departments, the Department of Neurosurgery was a department that often performed surgeries overnight. Chatting was not a necessity, and it was even a little annoying.
The other doctors also lost their desire to chat. Everyone looked at their own screens and had their own thoughts on their minds.
"I'm happy." The department director of the Cardiology Department of the General Hospital sat up straight again.
Compared to many people in the room, he was naturally more professional, so he paid more attention to the details such as Ling Ran's surgery time.
Department Director Liu from the General Hospital nodded slightly and said, "I didn't expect Old Huo's heart to be so red …"
The department director of the Cardiology Department did not answer him. Instead, he looked at the operating table with the other doctors in tacit understanding.
The cardiology team from Cleveland, which included two cardiologists, Felix and Karen, could be said to be in a state of oversupply.
Even so, the two of them were still a little far from being a happy team.
"After all, it's not a real competition." Another doctor stood up and pretended to be unconcerned as he said this.
The department director of the Cardiology Department of the General Hospital chuckled. He did not even have the interest to explain.
Cardiac surgeries were not like other surgeries. Every stitch and thread here had to be watched steadily and accurately before they could be performed. Otherwise, the result would not only be a problem of the quality of the surgery, but also a problem of whether or not the patient could get off the operating table.
For doctors, they could not rely on luck to perform such surgeries. Patients with heart diseases could not afford to wait too cautiously. Therefore, the key to everything was rhythm.
Every cardiologist knew how to grasp the patient's condition and try their best to pull the surgery into their own rhythm. This was also something they had to do.
In this case, the surgery time was a reflection of the doctor's skills.
In fact, for the same doctor, the time for suturing a blood vessel would basically fluctuate within a certain period of time. This was like a student taking an exam. No matter how good a student's performance was on the spot, how many marks could he get? How much earlier could he hand in his exam paper?
"Can we zoom in on the camera?" The department director of the Cardiology Department stood next to a doctor. The doctor was holding a remote control in his hand.
"I think it's this button." The doctor operated the remote control, and the surgical field on the screen was indeed zoomed in a little.
At the same time, Ling Ran began to insert needles into Huo Congjun's heart.
The slow-beating heart was carefully restrained by Ling Ran in a very short period of time.
"His technique looks very skillful." Department Director Liu almost held his breath as he stared at Ling Ran. He only exhaled when Ling Ran stopped the needle for a short while. He could not wait to say something that sounded like he was discussing.
The department director of the Cardiology Department nodded slowly.
"What do you think?" Department Director Liu looked at the department director of the Cardiology Department.
Before the surgery, the department director of the Cardiology Department was still discussing whether to invite Felix and the others to fight against Yun Hua Hospital's Emergency Department. He forced his facial muscles to move, looked around, and said, "I suddenly thought of something. Why is Department Director Kang from the Cardiology Department of Yun Hua Hospital not around?"
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