Liu Weichen did not sleep for the whole night.
Even in his dreams, he could see Ling Ran's face, especially when Ling Ran said that it did not matter.
Liu Weichen had been visiting the Orthopedic and Sports Medicine Center for a long time, and he was familiar with the doctors' attitudes toward surgery and patients.
Relatively speaking, patients would have a closer relationship with the doctors in charge, especially famous doctors like him. If he had any medical needs, he could communicate with Doctor Qu, and then he could make requests to the research center.
In the past, Liu Weichen asked for a ward that was as good as a presidential suite. Later, the Orthopedic and Sports Medicine Center actually renovated a luxurious ward for him. Although it was not as good as the presidential suites in Las Vegas, it was still a large suite with four bedrooms, a balcony, and a kitchen.
Now, the presidential ward was still there, but Liu Weichen did not care.
A few years ago, he stayed in the presidential ward, partly to recuperate from his minor injuries, and partly to avoid reporters. The Orthopedic and Sports Medicine Center cooperated very well for the sake of exposure. Doctor Qu also fulfilled many of Liu Weichen's reasonable and unreasonable requests.
However, an Achilles tendon rupture could not be cured by staying in the presidential ward. No matter how good the Orthopedic and Sports Medicine Center's attitude was, they could not invite famous foreign doctors or even famous domestic scalpels. Doctor Qu was still good at comforting and teasing. His words were still very pleasant, passionate, patient, and meticulous, but Liu Weichen became more and more impatient.
Liu Weichen just wanted his injury to be cured.
This was his only request. As long as he could achieve this goal, he no longer cared about the environment of the ward and the medical staff's attitude.
If he wanted a good environment, he could go to the Maldives and Tahiti. If he wanted a good attitude, he had fans, media outlets, and advertising companies that would chase after him.
But the doctors he really wanted, the doctors who could cure him and ensure that he could compete for another two years without becoming disabled, did not appear.
Liu Weichen kept recalling Ling Ran's words in his dreams.
"Because I don't care!
"I do care about it!" Liu Weichen woke up from his dreams. He sat for a while, and when he wanted to sleep again, he found that his pillow was already wet.
At this time, Liu Weichen could not sleep.
He moved his legs and tried his best to move himself into the wheelchair.
When he was healthy, this action did not require much effort from him, but today, it made him sweat a little.
Liu Weichen pulled open the curtains and looked at the morning glow in the sky. His whole body seemed to be immersed in it.
He had been injured for more than a week, and Liu Weichen had already learned that in the field of Achilles tendon repair, only Achilles tendon ruptures within two weeks were considered fresh Achilles tendon ruptures. Compared to old Achilles tendon ruptures, the success rate of repairing fresh Achilles tendon ruptures was higher, the effect was better, and the recovery was faster.
Although the effect of an Achilles tendon repair within two weeks was not substantially different, Liu Weichen did not want to wait until the last day. Besides, there was no such thing as a last day.
Being slightly earlier was better than having no choice at all and regretting it later.
After Liu Weichen finished watching the morning glow, he picked up his phone and was about to dial a number, but he paused and sent a text message instead. "Any news from Mayo?"
Mayo Clinic was the world's number one orthopedic hospital, and it was also very global. No matter how much Liu Weichen trusted Zhu Tongyi and his research institute, it was impossible for him to sit at home and wait.
In the past week, Liu Weichen had been trying his best to contact experts and hospitals around the world.
However, no one could come up with his ideal repair plan.
Zhu Tongyi knew his thoughts the best, so he came up with a plan, but no one could execute it.
Liu Weichen showed a bitter smile at the corner of his mouth.
In the end, did he still have to choose a palliative plan?
He could use a year of recovery in exchange for an Achilles tendon with high athletic ability for three months or maybe half a year. After that, he could just leave it to fate.
Or, he could simply use a half a year of recovery, three months or less with high athletic ability, and then retire on time …
Liu Weichen did not want to choose any of them!
He wanted to compete for another two years, or at least a year, before he talked about retirement.
After he let his imagination run wild for a long time, his phone rang. Liu Weichen quickly looked at it and saw that there was an answer to the text message. [No new changes.]
Liu Weichen squeezed his phone tightly and sent a WeChat message to his assistant. [Wake up, let's go to the research institute.]
…..
Doctor Qu slept even worse. He woke up early and went to work, but it did not make his mood better.
The food provided in the restaurant was not good. Only yogurt and milk could stimulate Doctor Qu's appetite. He ordered a bowl of porridge and took his plate to his seat.
"Did you hear?" A resident doctor sat opposite Doctor Qu before he even drank a mouthful of porridge. He looked like he had information.
Doctor Qu slowly tore open the outer packaging of the yogurt and took a sip before he asked, "What did you hear?"
"Ling Ran has performed six cases."
Doctor Qu furrowed his eyebrows so much that they looked like they were sewn together by needles. He asked, "Achilles tendon repair surgery?"
"Yes, he did it for the whole night, and he did not stop."
The resident doctor wanted to say more, but he saw Doctor Qu push his plate away, stand up, and leave.
When he was about to reach the Operating Area, Doctor Qu suddenly thought of something. He woke up and went straight into the demonstration room.
There were indeed a few people watching the live broadcast in the room.
There were four operating theaters in the Orthopedic and Sports Medicine Research Center that were connected to the demonstration room. The doctors loved and hated the existence of those operating theaters.
Their surgical skills could be seen from how much they loved and hated the demonstration room.
Ordinary doctors did not care about which operating theater they were in, but some doctors cared about whether there were cameras. Of course, in the research center, most doctors secretly liked the existence of the demonstration room.
Those who liked to brag in the operating theater, and those who liked to tease young nurses and toy with young doctors wanted every surgery to be watched and every surgery could be filmed.
When Doctor Qu heard that the resident doctors were paying attention to Ling Ran, he guessed that the demonstration room had been opened.
When he entered the room, he saw that all the screens on the wall were lit up.
Under the panoramic camera, Ling Ran's face occupied a separate screen. His nose bridge was straight, his gaze was firm and profound, and his skin was so good that it made people think that he could write a thesis on it.
He also changed his cap. There were two yellow rabbits on it. Their ears drooped down, and they swayed as Ling Ran moved.
Through another screen, Ling Ran had already entered the suturing state through the camera in the surgical field. He combed the ponytail-shaped Achilles tendon while he sutured it neatly, evenly, and densely …
Doctor Qu thought quickly and asked, "Has he been doing this since yesterday?"
"I heard that he slept for four hours, and he woke up at three or four o 'clock in the morning and started again." A resident doctor saw Doctor Qu, showed a smile, and said, "I asked, and I heard that when Ling Ran was in Yun Hua Hospital, he did this. It was common for him to perform surgeries at three o 'clock in the morning."
"The nurses on duty annoyed him to death." The moment Doctor Qu finished speaking, he knew that he had made a fool of himself. If the nurses were annoyed by him, would they give him a cap with two rabbits?
Doctor Qu deliberately turned around and searched for the 220-pound resident doctor.
In the corner, he saw a lump of flesh holding a bottle of mineral water and gulping it down.
"How long does Ling Ran intend to continue? Do you know? "Doctor Qu looked around.
The resident doctors in the room looked at each other, and someone said, "Doctor Ling has lined up the remaining patients. I reckon that he will finish all the patients in the queue."
"How many patients are there in the queue?" Doctor Qu asked.
"Four more."
"Doesn't that mean that he has treated all ten patients?" Doctor Qu only felt goosebumps all over his body. It was not because he was surprised, not because he was worried, but because he felt good.
It was like a warrior who heard about an intense battle, and an athlete who saw an exciting competition.
A few resident doctors nodded in unison.
"His own assistant is so tired that he's lying on the ground."
"He started looking for able-bodied men yesterday."
"Lin Zi followed him and performed a surgery. He played for more than an hour, and he just stared at it for ten minutes before he changed the venue."
Doctor Qu did not know what to say when he heard that.
This was especially so when he saw the resident doctors grumbling, puzzled, teasing, curious, fond, and fearful. Doctor Qu felt conflicted.
He actually wanted to encourage the resident doctors to go on strike. He had already thought of a reason for the strike. Ling Ran was not from the research institute, so why should he use the research institute's resident doctors? At least, he should go through the procedures.
But he knew that if he said this, it would not be liked.
Even though the resident doctors seemed to be tired when they talked about surgeries, if there was really a surgery in front of them, these guys would all jump on it.
There were plenty of tiring things in the hospital, and it was not limited to surgeries.
In order to have a chance to perform surgeries, many resident doctors were willing to be the punching bags of their senior doctors.
Some resident doctors not only wanted to be the punching bags of their senior doctors, but they also took the initiative to be the punching bags of their senior doctors so that they could get more time to perform surgeries. Doctor Qu was once young, and he knew how difficult it was for young people to learn.
From this point of view, Ling Ran could be considered a pretty good senior doctor. He was a man of few words. He did not like to boast about himself, nor did he scold the resident doctors. He even took the initiative to provide opportunities for the resident doctors to practice surgeries …
It could be said that other than being a little tired when performing surgeries with Ling Ran, there was almost nothing bad about it.
Most importantly, his skills were there, and it attracted the resident doctors, just like how his face attracted the nurses.
"Doctor Qu …" Another resident doctor pushed the door open and entered.
"What's the matter now?" Doctor Qu shouted in annoyance. He usually did not have so much work to do, and he was completely pushed to do it by all kinds of people.
"Liu Weichen is here." The resident doctor could not be bothered to say more. He answered, turned around, and left.
"Did he go to my office?" Doctor Qu asked.
"He went to the academician's office."
Doctor Qu felt a chill in his heart. This was not normal.
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