"Felix … I remember that when you first came to Cleveland, I was the one who held the mirror for you, right?" Osbern was like an ordinary old man in his twilight years, reminiscing the past with a smile.
Felix was stunned. Why did such a kind department director look like a wolf grandfather?
'No, maybe he's a wolf grandmother. I have to be more politically correct.' Felix's thoughts came one after another, and he instantly came up with more than thirty surgical methods.
"You did hold the mirror for me." Felix's mind was in a mess, and he quickly answered Osborn's question.
To be honest, although he was the attending physician of Cleveland Heart Center, and he was considered an influential figure when he went out, he was never favored in Cleveland Clinic.
If the Cleveland Heart Center was a big harem, then Felix would only be lucky enough to be visited by others when Osborn was drunk …
It was a tradition of the Cleveland Clinic. High-ranking professors would hold the glasses for the fellows who were doing specialized training and give detailed explanations. It could be considered a relatively intimate teaching process.
Naturally, Felix had also been held, but Osborn was not one of the people who held the mirror more often …
However, the big boss had already put his arm around Felix's shoulder. "When I was holding the glasses for you, I was thinking that one day, you young people will be the pillars supporting the Cleveland Clinic. You will be the cornerstone of the Cleveland Clinic. It's really good that you were able to wait for this day …"
"Wait for this day?" Felix touched his neck.
"Are you still going to have surgery today?" Osborn suddenly asked.
Since Osborn asked, Felix could only nod and said, "Yes, I can."
"Let me hold the mirror for you again. Okay, I'll help you prepare the blood vessels. " Osborn laughed, put his arm around Felix, and walked to the operating theater. He did not forget to invite Ling Ran and said, "Doctor Ling, do you want to join us?"
"Okay." Ling Ran was still very interested in surgeries. There were some changes in the middle, and he felt that it was good.
Osborn was also a legendary figure in the field of cardiovascular surgery. He might really be able to bring out legendary skills.
Hence, they packed up again and returned to the operating theater. Then, they snatched a Caucasian doctor's surgery from among the four young doctors who were preparing for surgery.
Needless to say, everyone adjusted their positions, and Felix directly cut into the patient's heart.
The young Caucasian doctor who had just lost his chief surgeon position was only thirty-nine years old, and he was in the final two years of his cardiothoracic specialist training. Even if he had the pride and prejudice of a white American, he had lost it after more than a decade of cruel study and examinations. At this moment, he looked at Felix, the high-spirited attending physician of the Cardiovascular Surgery Department, as if he was looking at a firefighter who had just turned into a plumber. Even if they were working on his beloved body, the young Caucasian doctor who had just lost his chief surgeon position did not have the urge to beat them up.
Professional insurance was very expensive, so he couldn't afford to mess around.
"The patient is a 49-year-old female, African American, with liver and kidney insufficiency …" The young white doctor who had lost his right to be the chief surgeon introduced the situation in a low voice.
Felix had experienced the same thing back then, so he only glanced at it and continued to walk at his own pace.
Ling Ran and Osbourne just followed Felix's steps.
Felix exerted force with his arm and drew a faint line of blood on the patient's body …
The moment he cut into the patient's body, Felix suddenly felt a sense of joy.
He raised his head and glanced at the big boss Osbourne opposite him, and the extremely handsome Ling Ran was beside him. Both of them were currently his surgical assistants.
"Let's take a picture." Felix's emotions were suddenly stirred up.
Osbourne had always wanted to pretend to be a kind old department director, but at this moment, he was amused. He reminded Felix, "What kind of surgical method are you going to use?"
"I learned a saying in China …" Felix stood in the position of the chief surgeon, and his arrogance gradually rose. He said loudly in Mandarin, "Accepting new things is better than nature."
Osbourne looked at Felix suspiciously. "What does that mean?"
“nothing-better-thing。” Felix exhaled deeply. "They said that this is a famous China saying, and it's very similar to English. It's the most suitable for us to learn, and I agree with them very much."
"A nothing-better-thing …" Osbourne nodded. "As long as you like it. Now, remember the patient's heart …"
He was already a little impatient.
Felix smiled softly. He reached out for a pair of forceps and gauze before he lowered his head and got busy.
When it came to heart bypass surgery alone, he was really familiar with it. Even if he learned Ling Ran's method, it was still the same.
Moreover, Ling Ran was now next to him. He could remedy the situation at any time, provide guidance, or even provide feeding …
As Felix thought about this, his movements became smoother.
If heart surgery was seen as a battle, then every surgery was a battle on the same battlefield. The more people who performed it, the more familiar they would be with the battlefield.
However, the truly genius tactics were not necessarily invented by the people who performed it the most.
However, the latecomers, especially the smart latecomers, could always reproduce the inventor's path through continuous learning and repetition. It was just like the joseki in Go.
It would change, but the changes were always within a certain range.
Ling Ran's surgery was originally a shallow innovation. It was not difficult for Felix to memorize it. The difficult part was to deal with different situations in different ways.
Ling Ran had too many different ways to deal with the entire process of the surgery.
Using the analogy of a battle as an analogy, it meant that the small battles that happened in every corner of a battle were different.
And Ling Ran's handling plans were often very technical, which meant that every battle was carried out by an elite team.
It was not easy for Felix to learn this.
But he still learned it.
"How is it? Mister Osbourne? " Felix began to suture the cardiovascular system. Doctors from the Department of Cardiovascular Surgery loved to be arrogant, and their personality of not accepting anyone started to surface.
"Hmm … very interesting." Osbourne snorted a few times and let Felix show off.
Felix's operation was obviously still a little stiff, but this was not the main problem. Being able to master so many small details was very meaningful for the entire iteration of the entire heart bypass surgery.
When he thought about this, Osbourne was already happy.
The current Department of Cardiovascular Surgery was not as good as the Department of Cardiovascular Surgery in the seventies and eighties. The technology iteration was extremely slow. Even in a place like Cleveland Heart Center, the frequency of minimally invasive surgery was getting slower.
Felix might not have learned everything completely, but it was still quite difficult.
Of course, the perfect solution was still Ling Ran …
Osbourne glanced at Ling Ran, and an idea came to him. He said, "Doctor Ling, you should organize a research paper. I can help you recommend it for publication."
"Hmm … a research paper?" Ling Ran hesitated for a moment.
"No problem, we've already organized it before!" If Yu Yuan was not in the operating theater, she would have directly jumped up.
Even so, her emotions were also fluctuating greatly.
Osbourne smiled and nodded.
"Which journal do you usually recommend? I … we can make some targeted amendments." Yu Yuan seized the opportunity to implement it. Different journals had different tastes and needs, especially top journals. They had certain specific requirements for icons and writing style. Yu Yuan's request became reasonable because of this.
For Ling Ran's sake, Osbourne said to Yu Yuan in a pleasant manner, "How about Lancet?"
"Yes." Yu Yuan clenched her two walnut-sized fists tightly, and she did not shout out eight more "yes" s!
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