"You're in charge here."
"Okay."
"Pay attention to the surgical field."
"Yes."
"What are you going to do with this capsule?"
"Hmm … L-shaped incision?"
After one surgery ended, Ling Ran and Zuo Cidian immediately started another surgery.
Their conversation also continued with Ling Ran's concise style.
However, Ma Yanlin and Lu Wenbin were so jealous that they were about to go crazy.
When he finally finished his surgery, he heard Ling Ran instructing Zuo Cidian while he was exhausted. Lu Wenbin was so angry that his voice trembled. "Doctor Ling's voice is so gentle."
"I don't think Doctor Ling has ever spoken to us so gently." Ma Yanlin was also exhausted and about to collapse.
When Lu Wenbin heard this, he turned around and smiled softly. "Never?"
"No … hmm?" Ma Yanlin noticed that something was wrong and immediately looked at Lu Wenbin.
"Let's work together for now." Lu Wenbin held back his laughter and persuaded Ma Yanlin. His mood instantly became much better.
Ma Yanlin pretended to be calm and turned around. A thought kept rising in his mind. 'I used to be the one following so many surgeries … What did Zuo Cidian eat to be able to follow me for so long?'
In fact, there was no need to guess. When he raised his head, he could see Zuo Cidian's flushed face and extremely excited look.
Performing surgeries overtime, especially repetitive ordinary surgeries, could easily make a doctor irritable and depressed. This was because doctors at this time were almost like workers on the assembly line, and they relied on their willpower to survive. In fact, if it was not a doctor's position, even the most black-hearted capitalist would not dare to let workers work for thirty-six hours continuously.
Hospitals dared! They even included physical examinations and first aid.
However, what really allowed a doctor to stay in this position was a huge sense of achievement, continuously increasing skills and experience, and a generous income.
Talking about a sense of achievement was just a painting. They could not stay in this position just by relying on income. This was the reason why top tertiary Grade A hospitals kept losing their elites, and it was also the reason why black-hearted clinics kept losing their "elites".
The growth of skills was a more neutral form of medicine.
This was especially true for young doctors. The continuous growth of skills would give them endless room for imagination.
Every medical student had fantasized about becoming a doctor like Zhang Zhongjing or Wu Mengchao, and the time when their fantasies were shattered was usually when their skills stagnated.
Ma Yanlin used to think that he was the youngest doctor working under Ling Ran, and he should be the doctor who was most likely to inherit Ling Ran's skills. He did not expect that Zuo Cidian would not accept his old age!
He was already so old that his wrinkles were falling off, yet he was still learning new tactics.
The most infuriating thing was that Ling Ran was teaching very seriously.
"Doctor Ling, we're here to help too." Ma Yanlin used the same spirit he had when he tricked his parents into buying him some ribbonfish. He was so flattering that his waist was trembling.
Lu Wenbin glanced at him in disgust. He spoke in a more normal tone, as if he was asking for advice from a muscleman in the gym. "Doctor Ling, we're here to help."
"Okay, Ma Yanlin, go and wash your hands. You can be Doctor Zuo's assistant." As Ling Ran spoke, he gestured for Zuo Cidian to finish up.
Even though the surgery was about to end, Zuo Cidian still felt very nervous.
The feeling of having Ling Ran as his assistant and Ma Yanlin as his assistant was completely different. Let's take the most useless passenger seat as an example. If his wife sat in the passenger seat and his best friend sat in the passenger seat, not only would the experience be different, but the safety would also be different.
However, what Zuo Cidian thought was not important. Just like how he could never control his wife, he could not stop Ma Yanlin from doing the surgery.
A few minutes later, Ma Yanlin entered the operating theater and stood opposite the operating table.
Zuo Cidian's surgery speed was reduced.
However, at this point in the surgery, it was actually quite a habit.
The surgery in the early stages had already allowed the doctor to have a good understanding of the patient, so much so that he was used to it. For example, the patient's muscle tightness, fat and thin, the size of their bones, whether they were hard or not, the direction of their nerves, and so on, had a relatively intuitive concept.
If he continued to perform the surgery at this time, even if he changed his assistant, he would not be affected too much after he got a little used to it.
Fundamentally speaking, this was what made human surgeons great.
The main method for humans to understand the outside world had always been to build models. It was not built with specific data or steps, but its efficiency could be countless times higher than the current computers.
Even though excellent surgeons would read countless materials and learn countless evidence-based medical cases, when it came to surgeries, these things could not be shown directly. Most of the operations were still done subconsciously and based on experience. It was also a reflection of the countless previous experiences and the doctor's understanding of the disease.
Zuo Cidian had always been someone who was slow to get into character. Compared to doctors of the same level, he learned things much slower and was much weaker.
However, with Ling Ran leading him in the surgery and performing shoulder joint surgeries one after another, Zuo Cidian had long since accumulated enough experience and understanding.
After Ling Ran let go, these experiences and understanding swarmed toward him and helped Zuo Cidian build a basic operating framework.
"Not bad, Old Zuo." Ma Yanlin stood opposite Zuo Cidian, so he could see it the most clearly.
In terms of exquisite technique, Zuo Cidian could not be compared to him at all, but his surgical level was very clear, and the steps were accurate and did not drag on, which was very rare.
In fact, the Orthopedics Department never talked about exquisite technique. Everyone said that orthopedists were like carpenters, and the actual situation was similar. Performing shoulder joint surgery was like repairing the axles of a large and heavy wooden cabinet. Remove the damaged parts, replace them with new hardware, and paste the outer skin of the wooden cabinet. The basic task was completed. And this process sounded simple, and it was … not difficult to do. But no matter how simple it was, it was still for experienced surgeons.
Only when they were familiar with it could they continue to do it one by one. For those who were not familiar with it, even if they knew how to do it, there were still some who could not get it right after a long time.
In theory, there was not much difference in the time needed to train a normal orthopedist and a fine carpenter. And the reason why orthopedists could talk about mistresses while the fine carpenter was smoking was because they relied on their theories.
Zuo Cidian used the time other orthopedists used to talk about mistresses to perform surgeries, so naturally, his skills improved very quickly.
* Ding. *
Ling Ran, who stood in the corner of the operating theater, heard the system's notification.
[Mission Completed: Adjustment (2)]
[Mission Details: Your subordinate, Zuo Cidian, wants to learn a variety of fracture techniques. Whenever you teach a skill to your subordinate and achieve Specialist Level, you can unlock the next fracture technique.]
[Mission Reward: Shoulder Joint Bristow Surgery (Perfect Level)]
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