Liu Weichen followed the spirit of "I'm already here" and did another round of examination.
For him now, radiation, trouble, and expenses were not within his consideration. As long as he could cure his Achilles tendon and return to the field, he could bear almost anything.
If he could return to the field healthy and persist for one or two years, Liu Weichen would not complain even if he had to start all over again.
Because for Liu Weichen now, the money he earned in a year, the fame he obtained, and the honor he obtained might be the sum of his previous earnings. Not only was Liu Weichen unhappy about leaving the field during the most profitable period, but his agent, advertisers, and the leaders of the Sports Bureau were also unhappy.
When Ling Ran returned to the consultation room, he saw Zhu Tongyi, Doctor Qu, and Liu Weichen sitting in a row. There were three other people sitting a little further away from them. Each of them had a big teacup in front of them, and it looked like an office.
Doctor Qu looked at Zhu Tongyi. When he saw that the academician did not say anything, he felt relieved and quickly said, "Doctor Ling, we have an idea, and we want to discuss it with you."
"Okay." Ling Ran found a cup, poured some water, and gulped it down. Then, he poured another cup and carried it to the other side of the conference table.
Ling Ran did not feel anything in the face of Doctor Qu's deliberately imposing manner. For him, he had seen this kind of meticulously prepared scene too many times. Whether it was a confession that mobilized a large number of people or a demonstration that they were determined to win, many young people did things that were more interesting and serious than what Doctor Qu did.
In comparison, Doctor Qu, who was middle-aged, was still at the level of a virgin in the student council.
"Ling Ran!" Doctor Qu's tone became solemn.
Ling Ran still hummed in acknowledgment and looked at Doctor Qu.
Doctor Qu looked at Zhu Tongyi again and found that the latter still did not say anything. He could not help but feel a little helpless and said, "Ling Ran, be more serious. We want to talk about serious matters."
"Okay." Ling Ran sat a little straighter and showed the respectful expression he had practiced for many years. He looked forward, widened his eyes a little, and had a faint smile on his lips. He straightened his back as if he was ready to stand up and ask questions at any time.
Doctor Qu was finally a little satisfied. He smiled and said, "Ling Ran, your surgery today looks pretty good. Congratulations, your first surgery in the Orthopedic and Sports Medicine Center is very likely to be successful."
"Thank you," Ling Ran said in a sociable manner.
Doctor Qu's expression softened a little, and he said, "I know. Academician Zhu, who is also our Department Director Zhu, invited you to our research center because he wants you to be the chief surgeon for Liu Weichen's surgery. Judging from your performance today, our director's foresight is still very good. He did not misjudge you. "
Ling Ran nodded and said nothing.
"I'm Mr. Liu Weichen's doctor in charge. Logically speaking, your performance today is already quite good, but Liu Weichen's surgery is indeed very complicated and extremely difficult. Mister Liu Weichen and I are still a little worried. So, after some discussion, we have a suggestion, and we hope that you can consider it. "Doctor Qu stared at Ling Ran's face, wanting to see his attitude.
Ling Ran's expression was still indifferent as he said, "Go ahead."
"We hope that you can perform a few more surgeries. For Achilles tendon surgeries that are similar to each other, we will grade your surgeries based on the objective factors of your surgeries. If your grades meet the standards, then Liu Weichen's surgery will most likely be handed over to you. If your grades do not meet the standards, then I'm sorry, but we will have to reconsider. "Doctor Qu looked at Ling Ran and asked," Are you willing to accept this request? "
Doctor Qu was a little anxious. He was afraid that Ling Ran would suddenly attack him.
Performing surgery for sports stars was a very celebrity doctor's job. If they succeeded once, they could boast about it for a lifetime. For surgeons, it meant that there would be an endless stream of patients coming to them. No matter which city it was, when a doctor reached this level, the title of a specialist, the title of a department director, and a seat in various committees would be waving at him.
Even if he failed, there was not much to worry about. Failure in surgeries was a common thing. As long as it was not a medical accident, it would not be a fatal blow to the doctor. At most, there would be some damage to the doctor's reputation. But in Doctor Qu's opinion, a doctor like Ling Ran did not have much reputation to begin with, so how much damage would his reputation suffer?
From this point of view, Doctor Qu felt that he was blocking Ling Ran's path.
But in his heart, Doctor Qu kept comforting himself. 'Liu Weichen is also a path for me. On this one-way street, there must be some order of arrival, right?'
"How many surgeries?" Ling Ran asked.
Doctor Qu smiled. Ling Ran's reaction was completely within his expectations, and it was one of the better reactions he had expected.
"Ahem." Doctor Qu pretended to cough and thought, 'Since you're a pushover, don't blame me for bullying you.'
"I'm thinking about doing at least five to six cases …" When he saw that Ling Ran's expression did not change, Doctor Qu immediately increased his expectations and said, "In the best case scenario, we still hope that you can be in a more stable state. So, it's best if you can do seven to ten cases …"
"Ten cases is fine." Ling Ran quickly set the maximum number and asked, "When will the patients arrive?"
Doctor Qu then realized that there was a change in the situation. He frowned in puzzlement and said, "If you need patients, we can transfer them over at any time …"
"Now … Hmm, I can't do it now. I have to go for a meal. Can you send the first patient over in an hour and a half? Can the patients after me catch up with me? "Ling Ran asked very seriously.
Doctor Qu said a little blankly, "You don't have to be so anxious. It's good if you can finish treating ten patients, but we are not unreasonable people …"
"Ten is fine, no problem." Ling Ran emphasized and asked again, "Can I see the patients in the operating theater in an hour and a half?"
Doctor Qu was a little unhappy when he was asked. "Now, it's not like you can operate on Liu Weichen after you finish ten cases of Achilles tendon repair …"
"I know." Ling Ran interrupted Doctor Qu and asked again, "I have to go for a meal now. After that, should I go back to the hotel or the operating theater for surgery?"
"I'll arrange it." Doctor Qu snorted unhappily. The Orthopedic and Sports Medicine Center worked with many hospitals. If they wanted related medical cases, there would always be some units who were willing to cooperate.
"I'll go for a meal first." Ling Ran stood up excitedly.
"Wait a minute." A man with a large teacup in front of him, who was sitting not far from the table, called out to Ling Ran. He had a playful smile on his face and said, "Don't you want to ask about the specific requirements for allowing you to operate on Liu Weichen?"
Ling Ran was stunned for a moment and said honestly, "I don't want to ask."
"Oh? Why? "The man with the large teacup seemed to be interested.
"Because I don't care." Ling Ran looked at Liu Weichen, and then at Zhu Tongyi. He said, "Academician Zhu asked me to be the chief surgeon for the surgery. If the patient doesn't want to have the surgery, I won't force him. I'm not his doctor in charge either. "
Not only the man with the large teacup, even Academician Zhu Tongyi did not expect such an answer.
Liu Weichen was even more surprised. Ever since his foot was injured, there were quite a lot of doctors who wanted to operate on him, but there had never been a surgeon who did not care.
In the blink of an eye, Liu Weichen fell into deep thought again. Compared to other people's thoughts on surgery, he was obviously the one who cared the most …
Doctor Qu only thought that Ling Ran was taking a step back in order to gain an advantage. He chuckled. "Are you kidding me? Then, did you come to the research center just to perform ten cases of Achilles tendon repair?"
"I can do more." Ling Ran smiled.
"So, your purpose is to perform surgeries?"
"You can understand it this way …"
Doctor Qu sneered. "Do you know that if the news of you operating on Liu Weichen spreads out, the number of people who want you to operate on them will instantly fill up a hospital? If you really want to perform surgeries, you should think of a way to perform a successful surgery for Liu Weichen …"
Ling Ran shook his head and said in the tone of an experienced person, "It's useless. There aren't enough hospital beds. "
Doctor Qu frowned in puzzlement. "What do you mean by there aren't enough hospital beds?"
"I can perform an average of three to five cases of finger replantation every day in Yun Hua Hospital. But aside from the initial stage, I rarely perform more than five cases of finger replantation. This is because a patient can only be discharged after being hospitalized for around forty days. The total number of hospital beds in our department is less than seventy, and even after we add more hospital beds, there are only around one hundred. So, patients are limited by the number of hospital beds, not because there aren't enough patients." Ling Ran remembered this question very well, and it was rare for him to explain it in detail.
Doctor Qu was dumbfounded. "What do you mean by five cases of finger replantation?"
"Ling Ran can perform an average of ten to twelve finger replantations every day in Yun Hua Hospital," Zhu Tongyi explained in a calm voice.
What the academician said was naturally based on facts. Because of this, Doctor Qu's worldview was greatly impacted. He also performed microsurgeries. What kind of concept was it to perform ten cases of finger replantation every day? A normal doctor would probably die of exhaustion after one day. Besides, even if they died of exhaustion, they would not be able to perform so many finger replantations.
When a normal microsurgeon was full of energy, it was standard for him to perform a finger replantation in two hours. If he performed it faster, the surgery time alone could be compressed to one and a half hours. However, the more surgeries a doctor performed, the longer the surgery time would be, and their work efficiency would definitely decrease. In terms of continuity, performing seven finger replantations was already a hellish challenge for a microsurgeon.
As for ten finger replantations …
"If that's the case," Doctor Qu licked his lips and asked Ling Ran, "What's the purpose of you coming to our research center?"
"It's not just to save hospital beds." Ling Ran said humbly, which was rare of him, "I also want to see the development of the Orthopedic and Sports Medicine Center and understand how you guys perform surgeries."
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