In the light blue operating theater, Damon lay on the cold operating table.
Standing on both sides of Damon were nurses who were busy counting their numbers.
A circle of barricades surrounded the operating table, and behind it stood a group of doctors from all over the world. In the corner were the doctors from the Orthopedic and Sports Medicine Center.
Damon looked at the layout of the operating theater, and his eyes were filled with fear. Big drops of tears fell down his cheeks. Even if the young nurses cast him a strange look, Damon was not afraid. He just cried seriously.
Two streams of tears flowed down his face continuously.
As a 19-year-old football player, Damon had once sprinted amidst the cheers of tens of thousands of people. He had once run amidst the encirclement of his opponents. He had once hidden from the pursuit of hooligans. Although he had cried every time, this time, he cried the most seriously!
"Hi, look here." The young nurse wearing a gray rabbit hat softened her heart. She shook her hat as if she was dealing with a child to attract Damon's attention.
The cold operating theater was indeed very scary for children, especially when their parents were not present.
The young nurses' colorful hats were said to attract children's attention and help doctors cut off the organs or flesh they wanted to cut off.
Damon was obviously overage.
But his tears were fresh, and they were very big.
"Doctor Morris, where is Doctor Morris?" Damon asked in a soft voice.
The young nurses repeated his words twice before they said in English that was not fluent, "They are talking about your condition."
"Is there another change?" Morris was shocked.
"No." The nurse shook her head.
When a foreign doctor saw that Damon was so scared, he could not help but advise him, "There is no change in your condition. Everything is normal now. The chief surgeon is the last to come in. Doctor Morris will come in with him."
Damon breathed a sigh of relief, but he could not help but cry again.
* Pfft. *
The door of the operating theater was opened.
Ling Ran and Doctor Morris entered at the same time.
"Doctor Morris!" When Damon saw Morris, it was as if he had seen a family member. He howled and wanted to sit up.
"Lie down, lie down!"
A few medical staff came forward and held Damon down without saying anything. Otherwise, he would have jumped down.
"Doctor Morris … Sob … I don't want to do the surgery," Damon howled.
"Do you want to get your foot treated?" Morris asked Damon.
"I …" Damon closed his eyes and said, "I want to treat my foot injury."
"Then you have to have surgery." Morris persuaded Damon as if he was persuading a child.
Damon looked at Ling Ran as if he was begging for mercy. There were still tears on his face.
"We'll use general anesthesia. When you wake up, the surgery will be over." Ling Ran explained in a gentle tone because he was a five-star patient.
The translator explained at the side.
Damon's eyes were filled with tears. "Really?"
"Of course."
"You must succeed." As Damon spoke, his expression became resolute. While crying, he said, "I want to play professional competitions, earn money, and bring my family out to live …"
Ling Ran listened to the interpreter and only nodded. He then said to the anesthetist beside him, "Anesthetize him."
"Okay, this is my first time anesthetizing a Bai Dalang." The anesthetist chuckled and began to count for Damon. "One, two, three, four …"
The young nurse wearing a gray rabbit hat naturally swayed and sang softly, "Tossing and turning, can't sleep …"
Damon did not understand and widened his eyes as if he really could not sleep.
"When you wake up, the surgery will be over." Ling Ran comforted the five-star patient.
Damon did not know if he understood, but he closed his eyes in relief.
At the same time, Ling Ran heard a ding.
A silver-white treasure chest appeared in front of Ling Ran again.
The notification of Sincere Gratitude also popped up.
Ling Ran, who had already raised the scalpel, could not help but be stunned. As a surgeon who had never received a red packet before, he really wanted to post a thread on the Hyacinth Forum. 'What should I do if a patient gives me a red packet while lying on the operating table?'
"Doctor Ling, Dalang is in place." The anesthetist looked at Ling Ran.
"Okay, wait a moment." Ling Ran closed his eyes and took the red packet … No, it was the Sincere Gratitude Basic Treasure Chest.
Another skill book appeared in front of Ling Ran's eyes.
'Open it,' Ling Ran said in his heart.
The skill book disappeared in a flash, and the title page was filled with familiar words. [Obtained experience of dissecting one hundred feet.]
In other words, Ling Ran had accumulated experience of dissecting feet two hundred times.
Ling Ran opened his eyes and looked at Damon. He thought, 'How scared are you?'
A lot of information surged into his mind.
Ling Ran closed his eyes again and quietly sensed it.
"Wait a moment." Ling Ran directly threw the scalpel away, turned around, and walked out of the operating theater.
There were more than twenty people in the operating theater and dozens of people in the demonstration room. They could not help but look at each other.
Ji Tianlu quickly ran out after him. He appeared as a spectator today to prevent others from thinking that he was the one behind the scenes. That would be unfair to Ling Ran, and Ji Tianlu could not afford to lose face.
Ji Tianlu was wearing scrubs. He chased after Ling Ran to the bathroom and asked Ling Ran in a low voice, "What's wrong? Are you a little nervous? "
"I thought of something new." Ling Ran did not just think of something new. His mind was filled with cadavers.
Even though he only had one hundred more feet dissecting experiences, according to the international market, clinicians who had two hundred feet dissecting experiences were already very rare.
Professional forensic doctors or anatomists could probably reach two hundred dissecting experiences easily. Reaching one thousand dissecting experiences would mean that they were middle-aged people who went bald.
However, it was not easy for clinicians to achieve two hundred dissecting experiences. Even under better conditions, clinicians who could achieve two hundred dissecting experiences were easy to find, but clinicians who specialized in dissecting two hundred feet were still very rare.
Compared to the hand, the foot was simpler and rougher, and it was not worth studying.
Because of this, when Zhu Tongyi proposed Plan A.
At that time, everyone did not really understand the blood supply around the Achilles tendon. The doctors in the twenty-first century had not done any research on this either.
But the extra one hundred dissecting experiences allowed Ling Ran to have a clearer understanding of the vascular network around the Achilles tendon.
"I want to change the approach." Ling Ran tore off his surgical gown and washed his hands again. As he washed his hands, he said to Ji Tianlu.
Ji Tianlu instinctively wanted to object, but he held himself back after a great deal of effort.
If Ling Ran was a doctor from his department, he would definitely object.
The approach was the place where the surgical incision began. Different approaches brought about completely different surgical modes.
For example, in intestinal surgery, normal abdominal incision, lateral laparotomy, and open laparotomy were different surgical approaches. It could also be done from the anus, which was another different surgical approach.
It could be imagined that changing the surgical approach was equivalent to changing the surgical method, and it was a very huge change.
It could even be said that if Ling Ran changed the approach of the Achilles tendon repair technique, then Plan A of the Achilles tendon repair technique would become an improved Plan A. No matter what perspective Ji Tianlu looked at it from, he would not agree to it.
However, Ji Tianlu did not dare to easily reject Ling Ran's suggestion.
This was the image that Ling Ran had built in Ji Tianlu's heart after spending a long time together.
Ji Tianlu asked politely, "Where do you want to change?"
"Three to five centimeters to the right," Ling Ran said, "Avoid more veins."
"I won't be able to see the Achilles tendon if I do that."
"I can make the incision bigger. I'll always be able to see it." Ling Ran's thoughts turned very quickly.
This was indeed his temporary conformation, but it was built on the basis of anatomy.
Honestly speaking, Ling Ran's skill level in this field was already the best in the world after he obtained two hundred foot anatomical dissections, Perfect Level Achilles Tendon Repair Technique, and more than one hundred Achilles tendon repairs. If he wanted to change an approach, other doctors would not know how to change it even if they wanted to.
If the surgeons in this world could reach this level at the age of fifty, it would not be considered a waste of their lives.
Ji Tianlu fell silent.
According to the traditional surgical diagnosis and treatment model, the consultation and discussion before the surgery had already decided the operation during the surgery.
Strictly speaking, the chief surgeon entered the operating theater only to carry out the preoperative decision.
But for Damon's Achilles tendon repair technique, what was the meaning of the preoperative discussion and consultation?
Ling Ran was the only person in the world who had performed Plan A's Achilles tendon repair technique. Even Zhu Tongyi could only propose the concept of Plan A, but he could not carry it out.
From the perspective of medical research, it was very normal for Ling Ran to make slight changes to Plan A.
It was just that today's occasion was not very suitable for experimental surgery!
"Why don't we change the approach during the next surgery?" Ji Tianlu made a wise suggestion.
Ling Ran took two Sincere Gratitude Treasure Chests from Damon, and he felt that he had an extra responsibility to give a red packet before the surgery. He hesitated for a moment and said, "Based on Damon's MRI scan, the position of his vascular network needs to be modified."
Ji Tianlu had been a surgeon for twenty years, and he did not know how many unexpected situations he had encountered. He did not say things like "I knew" and quickly made a decision. "Then do it directly, don't say anything like modifying the approach."
"Okay!" When Ling Ran saw that Ji Tianlu said so, he did not have any worries.
The two of them re-entered the operating theater one after another.
The discussions in the room suddenly stopped.
Doctor Morris asked with concern, "Doctor Ling, are you okay?"
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