"Line 10."
"Forceps."
"Gauze."
"Change to Line 7."
"Rinse."
Ling Ran stood in the operating theater. His adrenaline was pumping madly. His movements were big and bold, and he performed the surgery to his heart's content.
At this time, if there was a person in the industry who was of a similar level to find a suitable word to describe Ling Ran, they would probably use 'wild'!
Of course, in the eyes of outsiders, Ling Ran was still moving at a stable speed, methodically, and meticulously …
Only a surgery maniac could understand how Ling Ran felt at this time. Awesome! Too awesome! Cool as the autumn waters were the same color as the sky!
Ling Ran also felt awesome.
What was the difference between performing surgery in another hospital and performing surgery in his own hospital?
In Ling Ran's opinion, performing surgery in his own hospital was like cooking at home. He had to buy groceries, cook, and prepare for the utensils. After eating, he had to wash the dishes, take out the trash, and clean up the room.
Performing surgery in another hospital was like being invited to eat in a restaurant. He had to order, chat, and wait for the food to be served. After eating, he would wipe his mouth and leave. The other party might even give him some red envelopes.
Most importantly, he could eat as much as he wanted in a restaurant!
When he ate at home, he would be 70% or 80% full. Occasionally, if he cooked too much, there would still be leftovers. When he cooked, he naturally had to take it easy. When he was especially hungry and the food was delicious, he would at most eat a CD. There was no reason to add more food.
It was different in a restaurant. Adding more food was a normal operation, and he could add it as much as he wanted. He did not have to worry about not having enough hospital beds, nurses, rehabilitation rooms, reserved observation rooms, or major events recently …
Ling Ran stood in another hospital's operating theater, used other hospital's surgical instruments and resident doctors, cut up other hospital's patients, and finally sent them to other hospital beds for the other hospital's nurses to take care of them. That kind of wanton, unrestrained, and straightforward joy was more stimulating than Emperor Zhengde's seduction.
He earned one surgery for every surgery he performed.
Five surgeries was the bottom line.
Six surgeries could be considered a small profit.
Ten surgeries was a huge profit!
When he came to Shanghai, Ling Ran felt that performing five surgeries was not a loss.
So, when he performed five surgeries last night, Ling Ran went back to sleep.
When he woke up and stood in the operating theater in Shanghai at five o 'clock in the morning, he felt that every minute and every second was earned back.
Before he came here, Ling Ran could only perform one or two surgeries a day in Yun Hua Hospital. Five surgeries was equivalent to three days' worth of surgeries. Correspondingly, if he stayed in Shanghai for three to five days, Yun Hua Hospital could still free up six to seven beds for him.
Based on Ling Ran's assumption, if he stayed in the Orthopedic and Sports Medicine Center for a week and performed five surgeries, he would be able to perform another six or seven surgeries when he returned. This meant that he would be performing twelve surgeries in a week. There was no need to calculate the time he spent on surgeries. That was not a bottleneck resource. In fact, it could not even be considered a resource. It was just like how time spent on fun could not be considered as wages. When a surgery maniac performed surgeries, the longer he operated, the happier he would be.
The bottleneck that kept Ling Ran happy was the number of hospital beds!
It was impossible to add hospital beds endlessly. Huo Congjun had already mobilized all the rights in the Emergency Department. If he wanted to add more hospital beds, he would only be able to add a maximum of one hundred hospital beds. The hospital was not the only one who couldn't pass the three-digit ward. The Health Bureau also had something to say about it.
The number of hospital beds in a hospital was closely related to the level of the hospital. It was also a great test for the hospital's management ability and other aspects.
For a regional tertiary Grade A hospital like Yun Hua Hospital, it was very difficult to expand when the number of hospital beds exceeded three thousand. There were only a handful of hospitals in the country that had a total of five thousand hospital beds. The First Affiliated Hospital of Zheng University, which was the largest hospital in the world, had ten thousand hospital beds. Correspondingly, there were ninety-five departments, and on average, each department had around one hundred hospital beds.
Even the number of hospital beds in the Orthopedic and Sports Medicine Center was around one hundred and eighty. Even with Zhu Tongyi's status as an academician, he would not easily increase the number of hospital beds.
This was because in the country's evaluation indicators for hospitals, the average number of doctors, the average number of nurses, and so on, were all divided by the number of hospital beds. For example, when a tertiary Grade A hospital was evaluated, the average number of medical staff per bed was 1.03. If the number was lower than this number and higher than 0.88, it would be considered a second-grade hospital. The number would be further refined to the point that there would be an average of 0.4 nurses per bed …
Therefore, without taking into account the number of additional hospital beds, an increase in the number of hospital beds would mean an increase in the number of medical staff, and it was extremely difficult for any public institution to increase the number of staff members.
The Emergency Department of Yun Hua Hospital had already tried its best to turn over the hospital beds, and the number of additional hospital beds was once forty to fifty. However, adding more hospital beds was like using a credit card. It was possible to recycle the money, but when the time came, it was still necessary to pay the bills.
Ling Ran did not have this worry when he was in the operating theater of the Orthopedic and Sports Medicine Center.
He did not even bother to speak. He just rolled up his sleeves and worked hard.
Before a group of people came to their senses, he would work as much as he could.
Most of the doctors, including Doctor Qu, could not understand Ling Ran's mentality. When they saw Ling Ran burying his head in work and drenched in sweat, they could empathize with him and felt terrified. Liu Weichen, who returned to the demonstration room, sighed with emotion. "He's pushing himself to the limit."
Zhu Tongyi and Ji Tianlu looked at each other. They were a little envious, a little impressed, and a little amused.
When they were young, there was also a period where they were surgery maniacs.
China's medical field was a place where people would only survive if they were not crazy.
The amount of money spent on hospitals and medical research was even higher than that of industries and industries. There was no need to even mention the requirements for the accumulation of skills. A poor country that suddenly became rich could not afford to dabble in medicine. Besides, when Zhu Tongyi and Ji Tianlu were young, China did not even have money.
At that time, the only way to improve one's medical skills in China was to practice more.
We don't have that many technical means, so we can only rely on our vast experience and knowledge. In three, five, ten, twenty years, we can first experience the diseases that foreign doctors can only see once in ten, twenty, thirty, forty years. We can first do it once, twice, five times, ten times …
The attending physicians and associate chief physicians no longer cared about the surgeries that the resident doctors fought for, but they still had to fight for the surgeries that the chief physicians and associate chief physicians pursued.
"It's comfortable to watch …" Ji Tianlu looked at Ling Ran's movements and praised him.
Zhu Tongyi also nodded slightly.
He was still watching Ling Ran's operation.
Although Ling Ran's mood was carefree, as if he was chasing after the wind and flying on the grass, and as if he was riding on a galloping horse, his surgery itself was still a microsurgery.
Microsurgeries were always meticulous and careful.
A calcification point would grow little by little, and it had to be carefully ground down.
It was even more so when it came to suturing. A smooth and firm suture was indispensable …
Zhu Tongyi was most concerned about Ling Ran's operation. The surgeons needed in the surgery plan were basically trying to touch the ceiling of microsurgeries. If they did not do so, how could they obtain surgery results that were far beyond the average level?
"Is this Ling Ran's sixth surgery?" Zhu Tongyi asked.
"Yes, it's the sixth." A resident doctor who knew about it barked six times.
Zhu Tongyi touched his forehead. "He's already very good to be able to maintain this state even after performing the sixth surgery."
He was the one who found Ling Ran, so it was necessary to praise him a little.
Doctor Qu, however, was reluctant to leave Liu Weichen. He looked at the screen and remembered what he heard before. He then said, "Ling Ran should have performed five surgeries yesterday, and he started performing the sixth surgery after he woke up."
"Okay, then let's wait and see." Zhu Tongyi smiled at Liu Weichen as he spoke. He had made his attitude clear.
Honestly speaking, what Ling Ran said yesterday also reminded Zhu Tongyi of something.
He was just a doctor. Although he was an academician, he was just a doctor. He could design a surgery plan for Liu Weichen and search for doctors all over the country and the world for him. But in the end, whether Liu Weichen wanted to perform the surgery and what kind of surgery plan he chose were all up to Liu Weichen.
Zhu Tongyi could not overstep his authority, and it was impossible for him to care more about Liu Weichen's injury than Liu Weichen.
Currently, Ling Ran was the surgeon with the best performance. But if Liu Weichen was unwilling to choose Ling Ran and insisted on choosing other surgeons, Zhu Tongyi was not prepared to stop him.
He had provided enough information for Liu Weichen. Next, it was time for this sports star, who was no longer a young man, to make his own choice.
In the operating theater.
There was a smile on Ling Ran's face.
Every surgery he performed made him happier. After the sixth surgery, when he took off his mask, Ling Ran's face was full of satisfaction.
"Doctor Ling, you did a good job." Nurse Xiao Yun, who was wearing a gray cap with a Scottish fold on it, clapped and praised Ling Ran at the right time.
The resident doctor and the anesthetist also clapped at the same time. The resident doctor clapped so that he could continue to perform surgeries. The anesthetist naturally clapped because he was tired and did whatever the others asked him to do.
"Thank you." Ling Ran bowed slightly and thanked the surgery group. He then said, "Let's hurry up and deal with the aftermath. Um, can someone go out and remind them that the next patient should be in place? The MRI scan and examination should be done, and the anesthesia plan should also be done. If it's okay, we can ask for general anesthesia."
The nurse and the anesthetist below the operating table agreed in unison.
"Do you know how to give medical advice?" Ling Ran asked the resident doctor.
"Um … Yes, a little." The resident doctor was so nervous that the shape of his mouth changed. Ling Ran did not care if there were cameras, but he did care, especially when he thought that there might be colleagues and senior doctors behind the cameras, and there might even be beautiful nurses and doctors. He did not know what to say.
When Ling Ran saw this, he habitually said, "Level two care is given for the first three days. Raise the affected limb, then check the patient's previous medication, cold compress, and reduce swelling. Tomorrow, perform a full set of biochemical tests. Pay special attention to blood coagulation and immunity, electrocardiogram, chest X-ray … Hmm, do an MRI scan again."
"Okay, I got it." The resident doctor was a little regretful that he did not say that he knew how to do it just now. He lost a chance to show his face for no reason.
"Let's do the next surgery. How long do we have to wait? "Ling Ran rubbed his hands, and he became eager again.
After he woke up, he had just performed a surgery, and now he was in his best condition.
In the demonstration room, Ji Tianlu and Zhu Tongyi were also discussing Ling Ran's surgery in a low voice.
The development of microsurgeries in the country was extremely fast. There were different schools of thought, and they paid the most attention to techniques and skills. Ji Tianlu was a new force in the prime of his life, and Zhu Tongyi was an experienced old doctor. Both of them had their own strengths, and they had countless topics to talk about when it came to Ling Ran's surgery.
After all, just looking at Ling Ran's suturing skills made Ji Tianlu's imagination run wild.
Liu Weichen suddenly made up his mind. He pushed his wheelchair, pressed the intercom button, and said solemnly, "Doctor Ling, I'm Liu Weichen. Can you be the chief surgeon for my surgery?"
On the screen, Ling Ran's footsteps paused for a moment. There was hesitation and pity on his face, and it made Liu Weichen feel uneasy.
Liu Weichen's manager did not manage to stop him in time, and he became even more anxious. "Weichen, why are you in such a hurry? If you do this, the news will spread. At that time, what will the leaders in the team and the bureau say … "
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