"Forceps."
"Scissors."
"Rinse."
Ling Ran's surgeries had always been extremely tense. It could be said that he was racing against time.
This kind of surgery made everyone extremely nervous.
After the surgery, not only did Lu Wenbin and the others who participated in the surgery breathe a sigh of relief, but the doctors who watched the surgery also breathed a huge sigh of relief.
Doctor Zhou was especially relaxed. He wiped his forehead and thought, 'I'll never watch Ling Ran's surgeries again. It's more tiring than the party's activities.'
When he thought about this, he inexplicably felt that he had suffered a loss.
It was not easy for him to escape from the activity, but it did not make it easier for him. Why did he even bother?
It was completely putting the cart before the horse.
After leaving the operating theater, Doctor Zhou stood in the corridor. He wanted to talk to Ling Ran, but he saw Ling Ran go in another direction.
"Where is he going?" Doctor Zhou asked curiously.
"He's performing the M-Tang technique," the nurse who came out later said.
Doctor Zhou was stunned. He knew that Ling Ran performed a lot of surgeries every day, but he did not expect him to perform the M-Tang technique after performing such an exhausting finger replantation.
"He's so hardworking." Doctor Zhou clicked his tongue and said, "No wonder he eats so much."
"Doctor Ling doesn't eat much." The young nurse could not listen to this. She placed her hands on her hips and said, "Do you know how hardworking Doctor Ling is?"
"I know, I know. Didn't I just say that?" Doctor Zhou begged for mercy.
The young nurse did not let it go. "What do you know?"
After Doctor Zhou thought hard, he said, "The Hand Surgery Department is the most tiring among surgeons. Doctor Ling is indeed very hardworking and amazing to be willing to devote himself to this."
The young nurse rolled her eyes and suddenly asked, "Did you see Doctor Ling eat a lot? What did he eat? "
…..
In the operating theater.
Ling Ran looked at the MRI scan as usual before he waved his hand and called Ma Yanlin over. He said, "If you perform the surgery, where will you start?"
Ma Yanlin immediately became excited. "Can I perform the surgery?"
"Let's hear it first." Ling Ran was very much like a senior doctor.
In fact, the title of a senior doctor was partly due to his position and partly due to his skills.
A superior without skills was nothing more than a superior. It was difficult to show his authority at the operating table.
Ling Ran, who had performed hundreds of M-Tang technique surgeries, was naturally an authoritative expert in the field of M-Tang technique. It was just that he had only been in the field for a short period of time, and his reputation was not well-known.
Ma Yanlin perked up and looked at the MRI scan first.
He could not get much information from the scans, but with Ling Ran by his side, Ma Yanlin was much bolder. He pointed at the thenar line resolutely and said, "I'll start from here …"
This was not a standard incision. It could be said to be quite bold.
Ling Ran listened noncommittally. He had no intention of explaining. Although Ma Yanlin had not been his first assistant for a long time, the number of surgeries he had performed was not small. He had performed almost two hundred surgeries.
This was the benefit of following a surgery maniac. In any hospital, the experience of performing more than a hundred surgeries was an opportunity that only a chief resident could have. As the saying went, "After practicing a thousand songs, you will understand the instrument, and after observing a thousand swords, you will understand the instrument." Ma Yanlin had his own understanding of the M-Tang technique.
When he heard that he could perform the surgery now, Ma Yanlin was more or less excited, so much so that he first thought of the non-standard position. This made him a little uneasy, but he still insisted on saying it. Then, he looked at Ling Ran anxiously.
"Alright, you can perform the surgery." Ling Ran turned around and gave up the position of chief surgeon to Ma Yanlin.
"Am I really the one who will perform the surgery?" Ma Yanlin asked again with uncertainty.
Ling Ran hummed in acknowledgment again.
Ma Yanlin chuckled and quickly shut up. He picked up a pen and drew a line on the patient's hand with trembling hands.
He had experience in performing surgeries, but a surgery as advanced as the M-Tang technique was too exciting.
After Ma Yanlin finished drawing the line, he glanced at Ling Ran.
Ling Ran was still expressionless and serious, so Ma Yanlin could not figure out what he was thinking.
"Scalpel." Ma Yanlin gritted his teeth and asked for a scalpel from the nurse.
A scalpel with a scalpel head was slapped into Ma Yanlin's hand.
He also used the Bow Holding Posture. He aimed at the line he had drawn and used a little force to draw it.
Ling Ran still did not say anything. Ma Yanlin calmed himself down, and he became more confident. He gently moved the skin layer by layer.
Skin, muscle, fat …
The tissues were revealed layer by layer.
Ling Ran acted as Ma Yanlin's assistant for ten minutes, and he exposed the surgical field that he needed.
When Ma Yanlin gave up the position of chief surgeon again, he was so excited that his nose was full of sweat.
"Focus." Ling Ran only gave a reminder before he began to pull the tendon and suture it.
His skills in the M-Tang technique were already quite strong. It could be said that he had climbed to the top of the technology tree. If he wanted to improve further, he would need atypical cases and a lot of experience.
Besides, with the skill of finger replantation, Ling Ran also consciously began to distribute the surgery opportunities to his assistants.
This was how surgeons passed down their inheritance. From theory to practice, from shallow to deep, from assistant to chief surgeon. After chief surgeons practiced madly and accumulated experience, they would try more complicated surgical methods, and after they finished climbing the technology tree, they would give the opportunity to the young doctors.
However, the only things Ling Ran could give up now were incisions and skin sutures. If he did these two steps himself, he would need about twenty minutes. If he let his assistants do it, he could save a lot of time.
After one surgery using the M-Tang technique, Ling Ran handed the finishing touches to Ma Yanlin before he went to another operating theater.
Lu Wenbin was already waiting inside.
This was the rhythm they were familiar with. It was continuous surgery, surgery, surgery …
Over the past few days, Ling Ran had performed fewer surgeries. He was not the only one who was not used to it, Lu Wenbin and Ma Yanlin were also not used to it.
The few of them did not chat. They just carried out the surgery with all their might.
Lu Wenbin and Ma Yanlin both got the opportunity to operate on patients. It could be said that their understanding of the M-Tang technique had improved, and they became even more excited when they carried out the surgery.
When it was time to get off work, the two of them were even a little reluctant to part ways.
Ling Ran only looked at his watch and said, "We start work at three in the morning tomorrow."
The two of them quickly gave up on the idea of continuing with the surgery.
Ling Ran drove his small Volkswagen Jetta back to Lower Groove Clinic in a swaying manner.
It was already late, but there were still six patients in the treatment room. Four of them were old patients who were about to finish their drips, while the other two were injured and were being sutured by Doctor Miao with cosmetic needles.
Juan Zi sat on a small stool next to Ling Ran. She passed the materials with one arm that weighed fifty pounds and called out to Ling Ran, "Young Ran, someone is looking for you."
"Don't you know him?" Ling Ran asked as he washed his hands.
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