Ling Ran walked out of the operating theater at half past eight in the evening. He looked a little tired.
He had just performed another finger replantation, which meant that he had completed three cases in a day. He had a total of five severed fingers, which basically reached the advanced record of Yun Hua Hospital's Hand Surgery Department.
Lu Wenbin had participated in four of the five fingers, and Ma Yanlin had participated in three. The overlapping part was the result of both of them being second assistants.
The M-Tang technique could only be performed by one assistant. The first assistant's main role was to retract the retractor, but finger replantation was completely different. They had to suture the skin from bone to bone, and they had to suture the blood vessels and nerves. If there were any atypical cases, they would need the help of the second assistant.
Lu Wenbin, who had done the most, trembled when he walked. Su Jiafu, who had followed them throughout the whole process, did not go out. He just lay on the stool and dozed off. Those who did not know would think that he had paralyzed himself.
Ma Yanlin was not much better. When he saw the spacious corridor outside the operating theater, he had the urge to cry.
"The workload is too heavy." Ma Yanlin trembled as he drank water. He drank it twice before he could finish it.
The worst thing about being the second assistant was that his position was not good. The chief surgeon sat in front of the microscope, the first assistant sat opposite him, and the second assistant had to run around. Most importantly, he could not invade the area where the chief surgeon and the first assistant were. Otherwise, he would not be an assistant, but an interference in the surgery.
But a person's finger was only so big. The second assistant often had to use strange positions and postures to make room. He could still rely on his youth to perform one surgery, but after three surgeries, Ma Yanlin felt that he was about to be crippled.
Ling Ran also saw it. He said with slight regret, "Young Ma, go and rest. Just come to work earlier tomorrow."
"Huh?"
"Huh?"
Ma Yanlin and Lu Wenbin both exclaimed.
There was too much information in Ling Ran's words.
Ma Yanlin asked carefully, "Do you still need to perform surgery tomorrow morning? What time? "
Ling Ran said, "Come after you wake up. Three or four is fine."
Ma Yanlin looked up at the clock in the corridor. The hour hand was approaching nine o 'clock. He counted with his fingers. There were only seven hours until four o 'clock. If he included the time to go home …
"Forget it. I'll sleep in the hospital." Ma Yanlin did not say much. Of course, he did not have to come to the hospital. Senior doctors were not slave owners. If they encountered fierce resistance, there was not much they could do.
Ma Yanlin was still reluctant to give up the opportunity before him. If it were not for Ling Ran, he might only get the chance to perform finger replantation surgeries after four or five years. If he was unlucky, he might not even get to perform finger replantation surgeries even after he became an attending physician.
Finger replantation surgery was one of the most high-end Level 4 surgeries in the Hand Surgery Department. Even in the field of orthopedics, it was one of the top Level 4 surgeries. Normal hip replacement surgeries were not even one level higher than that. Most importantly, how many doctors could perform it as well as Ling Ran?
A few days ago, the video of a five-year-old child performing eight finger replantation surgeries had already spread like wildfire within the hospital, and it even showed signs of spreading to other hospitals. Anyone with a little bit of medical knowledge could tell that Ling Ran's skill level was top-notch in Yun Hua Hospital's Hand Surgery Department. In other words, Ling Ran's finger replantation skills were the best in Changxi Province.
Being the assistant of such a doctor was bound to be tiring, and opportunities were even rarer. Surgeons had always been like this. Surgery maniacs who stayed in the operating theater for fifteen or even twenty hours a day were not rare in Yun Hua Hospital, but in the entire country and the world.
Ma Yanlin left quickly. He went to the first-string doctors' on-call room and fell asleep.
Lu Wenbin looked at Ma Yanlin's back and had a bad feeling. "I can come earlier tomorrow …"
"Let's do two more surgeries. You don't have to come tomorrow." Ling Ran turned around and poured himself a glass of water. He took the opportunity to drink the Energy Serum.
Lu Wenbin was shocked. "Two more surgeries?"
"One finger replantation surgery, and one M-Tang technique surgery. Let's rest for half an hour before we continue. " Ling Ran first told him the bad news, and then he told him the good news. It was completely useless.
Lu Wenbin was so shocked that he froze.
Ling Ran had been working for almost eighteen hours since midnight.
Lu Wenbin's working hours were slightly shorter, but he did not sleep in between.
Usually, Ling Ran would get off work at five or six in the evening. Today, his working hours were extended by three hours, and his work intensity was also higher.
However, after drinking a bottle of Energy Serum, Ling Ran's body and brain recovered in a very unreasonable manner.
He stretched his body and rubbed his neck and shoulders. He found that the tension in his muscles had eased a lot, and his brain became clear again. The former was a little like the effect of taking a lot of amino acids, and the latter was more like the effect of removing ammonia after sleeping. However, his stomach was still growling, and he was even hungrier.
"The eggs should be ready, right?" Ling Ran said as he went to the on-call room.
When Lu Wenbin heard the word 'braised', he became a little more clear-headed. He chuckled a few times. "There's no time to braise eggs."
"That's true …" Ling Ran thought for a while before he took out his phone and ordered takeout.
Lu Wenbin quickly said, "There's still pork trotters."
"Not today." Ling Ran paused for a moment and said, "Let's talk about it in two days."
Lu Wenbin became stiff again.
Thirty minutes later, Ling Ran woke Su Jiafu up on time and watched him perform general laryngeal mask anesthesia on the patient.
At the same time, the nurses on duty who had just been replaced had basically completed their preoperative preparations.
"Hold on a little longer. After this surgery, you can sleep for an hour." Ling Ran drank an Energy Serum and spoke to Su Jiafu in high spirits.
Su Jiafu lowered his head and said weakly, "What do you mean by sleeping for an hour?"
"Let other anesthetists do the M-Tang technique. You can take the opportunity to sleep," Ling Ran said.
"You still want to perform the M-Tang technique?" Su Jiafu was in disbelief.
"I still have to perform the M-Tang technique on patients who are voluntarily referred to me by other hospitals. Besides, it's just a change of mind," Ling Ran said as if it was a matter of course.
Lu Wenbin, who had just taken a cold shower, asked foolishly, "How is the M-Tang technique considered a change of mind?"
Ling Ran thought for a moment and said, "It's just like when you're in school. When you're tired of doing mathematics, you can do physics for a while. This is a change of mind, and you won't be stuck in a dead end …"
"When you're tired of doing mathematics, you switch to physics. Can that be considered a change of mind? You're just brainless. " Lu Wenbin sneered and said, "When you're tired of doing mathematics, you should also do language. If you do physics, you might even get the symbols mixed up."
Su Jiafu raised his head and said, "You can't just switch mathematics to language. I usually change chemistry first, then biology, and then language. You've changed too many things in one go, and your brain can't even wrap itself around it."
"That's because you …"
"I scored more than six hundred marks in my college entrance examination. Do you know how I did it?"
"Who cares how you flunked it?" Lu Wenbin pointed his chin at Su Jiafu. His gaze was filled with the oppressive gaze of a clinician towards an anesthetist.
Su Jiafu flew into a rage. His mind was extremely clear as he said, "Come, come, come. I'd like to hear the opinion of a hairdresser like you …"
"Needle holder." Ling Ran said softly, afraid that he would disturb Lu Wenbin and Su Jiafu. Fighting could make blood rush to the brain, and they would not be sleepy.
After the finger replantation was completed, Ling Ran did not ask Lu Wenbin to be his assistant. He simply called a resident doctor from the doctors on duty and performed the M-Tang technique. After that, he would take a short break and wake Ma Yanlin up. A beautiful cycle was completed.
Of course, this was just Ling Ran's imagination.
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