The doctor from South Africa took out a tablet, scanned the medical record, and showed it to Ling Ran.
"Let me see the MRI scan first." Ling Ran could not understand the words on the screen, especially the long and boring medical terms. However, the scan could explain most of the problems.
The South African doctor immediately scanned the screen a few times, found the MRI scan, and enlarged it for Ling Ran.
The other doctors gathered around curiously. Some looked at the MRI scan, and some discussed with each other in a low voice.
The pharmaceutical sales representatives did not leave. They watched the doctors chat, and at the same time, they pricked up their ears to listen to what the doctors said, and they made their own judgments in their hearts.
Pharmaceutical sales representatives were a profession that required a smart head.
This was especially so for high-end pharmaceutical sales representatives. If they were only satisfied with being a small figure, they would either die of exhaustion or annoyance.
Of course, for low-end pharmaceutical sales representatives like Huang Maoshi, if they were only handsome, they would have an easier time.
He looked at Ling Ran, who was surrounded by people, and quietly took a photo. He sent it to the Changxi Medical Company's group chat and said, [Arrived at the Orthopedic and Sports Medicine Center. Ling Ran is under siege.]
"Siege? What siege? "Xie Yihe's question appeared quickly.
She was the person in charge of Changxi Medical Company in Yun Hua. In order to capture Yun Hua Hospital, a big customer, she would even think carefully about kidnapping Ling Ran.
Huo Congjun wanted her to keep an eye on Ling Ran, so Xie Yihe naturally had to pay attention to him.
Huang Maoshi was usually ignored when he spoke in the group chat. When he saw Xie Yihe's quick reply, Huang Maoshi could not help but puff out his chest and continue typing in WeChat. [I was exaggerating when I said that he was under siege. Ling Ran is looking at the patients recommended by other doctors.]
[Idiot.]
Huang Maoshi blinked and immediately saw the small gray words: [Xie Yihe] deleted a message.
In a daze, Huang Maoshi wondered if his eyes were playing tricks on him.
…..
At the same time, Ling Ran had also read most of the MRI scan.
The South African doctor had just described the general condition in language. Ling Ran understood the general situation through the interpreter. Now, when he looked at the MRI scan, there was no problem.
Although Western medicine also required the doctors to look, listen, question, and feel the pulse, in this kind of consultation, doctors actually consciously avoided questions.
They would first look at the objective examination report, form a preliminary judgment, and then listen to the subjective description. This was the experience that doctors had gained from long-term medical training.
It was nothing new for doctors to see patients lying. Forget about the Gynecology Department, which was the birthplace of lies, even among the patients with Achilles tendon ruptures Ling Ran encountered, there would always be one out of ten who lied. There were people who broke their Achilles tendons on the basketball court, endured the pain, and waited until the next day to call for an ambulance to claim that they had suffered a work-related injury. There were also people who broke their Achilles tendons while climbing a wall. There were also people who panicked and said that they were caught red-handed jumping over a wall …
Ling Ran used the MRI scan as his foundation. He asked a few more questions before he handed the scan back to the South African doctor and said, "If it's an athlete, surgery is the best option. We can use Plan A, and it will take about three to four months to recover. The risk is higher than ordinary Achilles tendon repairs. "
The interpreter gave an honest explanation, and the other party immediately asked, "If I have the surgery here, can I recover for three months before I can compete?"
"There's a high probability that he'll be playing in four months. If it's three months, there's only a very small probability." Ling Ran paused for a moment and said, "I just started with Plan A, and I don't have enough samples to answer your question."
"How many cases have you performed?"
"More than a hundred."
"What about the success rate?"
"Based on the normal evaluation standard, all of them are excellent," Ling Ran answered quickly and briefly.
"Are there any cases of failure? Are there any serious complications? "
"For the time being, there's no case where the score is lower than excellent." Ling Ran thought about it carefully. As long as Plan A was performed, the recovery rate would greatly surpass that of the traditional model. If they were to use the traditional model's evaluation standard, it would naturally be like a series of excellent, and there were no cases of good.
The South African doctor who stood across from him was surprised and a little excited.
He had just watched Ling Ran's surgery and listened to the explanation of Plan A. From his perspective, the biggest risk was actually the failure of the surgery, because the surgery for Plan A was much more complicated than ordinary Achilles tendon repairs.
When he heard that all of Ling Ran's surgeries were successful, he saw hope.
It was not uncommon to see doctors with high success rates, especially high-end doctors. To protect their reputation, they would rather earn less money and perform fewer surgeries to increase their success rate.
And his current patient needed such a doctor.
"My name is Morris," the South African doctor said solemnly, "Mister Ling Ran, are you willing to perform this surgery?"
"Where should I perform it?" Ling Ran had never encountered such a situation before.
"Can it be done in China?" Morris said, "If you agree, I will discuss the details with the patient."
Ling Ran was a little hesitant. As an intern, he really did not know whether he could do this.
The China doctor next to him looked at Ling Ran and felt anxious.
When they heard the South African doctor's words just now, they guessed that the other party might have such an idea. However, when the other party really said it, it was really different.
Doctors in China might perform freelance surgeries everywhere, but there were very few who performed freelance surgeries for foreigners.
On the contrary, if a hospital in China could invite a foreign doctor to perform freelance surgery, it would almost always be written about.
"Doctor Ling, what are you thinking about?" The female doctor from the Fourth People's Hospital took the opportunity to squeeze in. She boldly grabbed Ling Ran's wrist and said with a serious face, "Your Achilles tendon is so good. Just let them send the patient over. There is no difference between foreigners' Achilles tendons and Chinese's Achilles tendons. This means that your skills can be recognized by your foreign counterparts. How rare is that … "
She spoke so seriously, and her eyes boldly made eye contact with Ling Ran.
Huang Maoshi was dumbfounded. He held the female doctor's business card in his hand, and his heart was filled with the pain of betrayal.
* Thud, thud … *
* Thud, thud, thud … *
Yu Yuan, who was 1.48 meters tall, wore scrubs on her upper body, and her lower body was covered by a white coat. She looked like a doctor who was subjected to a shrinking technique. She walked from the door of the meeting room step by step.
She gently pushed up her black-rimmed glasses and easily passed through the human wall formed by the pharmaceutical sales representatives and doctors. She regarded the 180,190,200 people as nothing. If she did not raise her head, she would not be able to see them.
Yu Yuan seemed slow, but she was actually fast. She turned left and right and easily arrived in front of Ling Ran.
At this time, the female doctor from the Fourth People's Hospital was still looking at Yu Yuan in a daze.
Yu Yuan extended her small and thin right hand, which was very suitable for taking out an appendix, and gently placed it on the wrist of the female doctor from the Fourth People's Hospital. Then, she used her left hand to grab Ling Ran's wrist and gently pulled it apart.
Then, Yu Yuan squeezed into the gap between the female doctor and Ling Ran with her slender body.
Yu Yuan raised her head slightly, and there was a scornful smile on her lips. She looked like a feline that had just eaten a zebra.
The doctors around them exhaled at the same time.
The scene just now was so oppressive that everyone held their breaths and stared at her.
The female doctor was dumbfounded. She was sad for her lost opportunity, and she looked at Huang Maoshi again.
"You can agree to it." Ji Tianlu came over from behind and said, "You can do it in our hospital, and you should be able to do it in Yun Hua."
He was also experienced in international freelance surgeries, and he was even more certain that the hospital's attitude would definitely be supportive.
Ling Ran nodded and said to Doctor Morris from South Africa, "If your client arrives in China before the end of the conference, I will perform the surgery here. Otherwise, I will have to go back to Yun Hua City."
"Understood." Morris made an OK gesture and immediately went to make a phone call.
When the doctors around them saw that a freelance surgery was confirmed, they could not help but become interested. Even for foreign doctors, getting the approval of another country's doctors was also something that made them proud.
Aside from that, everyone was also very interested in Ling Ran.
Everyone knew how to perform Achilles tendon repairs, but there were not many who were good at it.
For doctors with a wide network, they would almost every week receive consultations about Achilles tendon ruptures. Some of them were from patients, and some were from their peers.
At this time, it was inevitable that some people would take out their phones and contact others.
It was natural for them to introduce a better treatment plan to their patients or peers.
This was especially true for athletes. The quality of their Achilles tendon repair would undoubtedly affect their career and even their lives in the future. Rich athletes would have to search for the best and most suitable doctor in the world. Athletes who did not have that much money would not give up just like that.
Ji Tianlu looked at the doctors around him, and even the actions of the pharmaceutical sales representatives, and he could not help but feel envious. He patted Ling Ran and said with a smile, "Tell Academician Zhu, let him help you publicize it."
"Publicize?" Ling Ran looked at Ji Tianlu.
"Let everyone know that a foreigner traveled thousands of miles to seek medical treatment. What do you think will happen?"
Ling Ran came to a sudden realization. "I can use up the remaining hospital beds of Academician Zhu!"
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