In the operating theater, the group of foreign doctors was as quiet as chickens.
Surgeons could have all kinds of hobbies and do all kinds of strange things as long as their surgeries were done well enough!
They did not know Ling Ran's operating habits, and they did not want to know whether he had any strange rituals before the surgery. They just waited quietly for the surgery to continue.
The Chinese doctors were a little curious, but they did not dare to say anything. Only a resident doctor took out his phone as if he was courting death. He wanted to communicate with his colleagues in the demonstration room, but when he raised his head, he saw Ji Tianlu's murderous gaze.
The resident doctor looked around, lowered his head, opened the phone case, took out the battery, and put the phone back in his pocket.
"Let's continue the surgery."
After Ling Ran said that, he began to press on Damon's calf and abdomen on the operating table. The red light of the camera with the plastic bag on it also lit up.
At the same time, the small meeting room and the demonstration room also became quiet.
The doctors in the room held their breaths and stared.
They could have sat in the meeting room and watched the livestream. They should have watched the surgeries performed by the qualified scholars recommended by the organizing committee.
However, they still came to watch Ling Ran's surgery.
It was an Achilles tendon repair surgery that resident doctors could perform.
It was a surgery that determined the future of a nineteen-year-old boy.
Damon had a reason to cry.
When his past efforts and future dreams all depended on an operation, when he placed his entire life as a bet on the operating table of a surgeon he did not know, tears were the only thing he could do to vent his emotions.
"Remove the Achilles tendon." Ling Ran's tone did not change.
"Remove the Achilles tendon." Yu Yuan, who was standing on two step stools, repeated.
"Aspirate."
"Gauze."
"Aspirate again."
Ling Ran first did the work of bleeding control to ensure that the surgical field was clear.
Yu Yuan listened to Ling Ran's orders and thought while she did it.
She couldn't stop thinking, so she often delayed surgeries. In the words of her instructor, she thought too much and did too little. Her brain and hands did not cooperate.
Previously, when she was in the other treatment groups in Yun Hua Hospital, Yu Yuan was despised because of her slow movements and reactions.
Even mediocre surgeons hoped that the surgery would go smoothly. And the sign of a smooth surgery was not only a good prognosis, but it was also very important for the surgery to go according to plan.
A resident doctor who could not cooperate well would definitely be a burden to a treatment group.
However, in Ling Ran's treatment group, Ling Ran did not have high requirements for resident doctors.
Of course, even though his working hours were very long, when he was at the operating table, Ling Ran's ability to remain silent and adapt to the different conditions of different resident doctors was something that Yu Yuan and the others had never encountered before.
Under Ling Ran's supervision, even if Yu Yuan was slow in thinking, she would not be reprimanded.
This made Yu Yuan feel even more relaxed, and she performed even better.
"The amount of blood loss is very small." Yu Yuan discovered this "secret" earlier than the others.
As for the normal bleeding volume of Plan A, the others had no idea.
Ling Ran hummed in acknowledgment and said, "It's better to cut fewer blood vessels than to suture them later."
Yu Yuan immediately nodded and answered, "Yes." She then turned around and asked the anesthetist, "How much blood has he lost?"
The anesthetist said softly, "45 ounces."
Ling Ran nodded. This was already lower than the amount of blood he lost previously, which meant that the number of severed blood vessels might be lesser than before.
Of course, it was just a possibility.
The doctors in the room finally heard it clearly, and they could not help but start discussing it.
Those who were not familiar with it quickly took out their phones and began to search.
Ji Tianlu coughed a few times and said, "Currently, the blood loss from traditional incision is about 150 to 200 ounces."
He even omitted a little so that the medical standards in the country would not appear to be weak.
Some doctors who were quick to act had already found something, so they nodded and put away their phones. There was also someone who explained in English, "Now, the blood loss from limited incision is about 70 ounces, and the blood loss from minimally invasive surgery is about 30 ounces during the entire surgery."
In comparison, the blood loss from Ling Ran's surgery so far had exceeded the blood loss from minimally invasive surgery. If the entire surgery was completed, it would definitely exceed the blood loss from wired incision surgery.
This was the limitation of the surgical method. Based on the traditional incision alone, the blood loss from this surgery so far was very small.
"This is the principle of Plan A." Doctor Morris asked Ji Tianlu half-curiously, "Reduce the amount of blood loss and increase the strength of the Achilles tendon suture?"
"The amount of blood loss is just … the surface." Ji Tianlu asked the interpreter to read it again and said, "The ultimate goal of Plan A is to reduce the damaged blood vessels, maintain the normal operation of the vascular network, and provide sufficient blood supply to the Achilles tendon."
"Hmm … a good train of thought," Doctor Morris said and smiled. "But it's also very difficult."
"Doctor Ling's standard is very high." Ji Tianlu took the opportunity to help Ling Ran promote. At this time, it was meaningless to promote the hospital or himself. Promoting Ling Ran was promoting Plan A, which was to promote Zhu Tongyi and his hospital.
"It should be possible to perform strengthened sutures." After playing with the Achilles tendon for a while, he made a judgment.
Yu Yuan hurriedly made preparations by the side.
The functions of a first assistant could be more or less. For an experienced chief surgeon, a first assistant who could hold a rope could also be used, and a first assistant who could do everything could also be used.
Ji Tianlu did not participate in the surgery. He just watched by the side, and when he saw that Ling Ran performed the strengthened suture smoothly as usual, he secretly nodded.
The doctors who were watching by the side could not help but come forward.
Because of the restraints, the group of doctors could only stick their waists to the restraints, step on the line, and stretch their heads forward desperately.
The most extreme thing was that they had already used the Golden Rooster standing on one leg.
"The alignment is very neat."
"Double strengthened suture."
"If there are no complications, this strength is good enough."
Regardless of whether it was Chinese or foreign doctors, they were all communicating in English at this time, so there was no problem.
The language used in the speech was more complicated, and compared to daily communication, it was much more difficult.
At this time, everyone was discussing the same topic, and most people had no problem using English while making wild guesses.
"Vascular forceps."
"Aspirate."
"Use Purdis for the sutures."
Ling Ran's movements were fast, and his orders were also very fast.
"Indeed, a lot of the vascular network is preserved."
The doctors who were watching from inside and outside the operating theater slowly understood what was going on.
With the experience of dissecting the Achilles tendon for two hundred times, Ling Ran decisively changed the approach and cut fewer blood vessels. Coupled with the sutured blood vessels, not only did it reduce the surgery time, but it also ensured blood supply and reduced bleeding.
Other than that, all the operations were familiar operations that Ling Ran had done countless times.
The more Ling Ran performed the surgery, the more the doctors who were watching from outside the circle became more excited.
Of course, it would be very boring for a layman to watch. It was a perfect Achilles tendon repair surgery. There were no special situations, intense conversations, or fierce movements. Ling Ran performed the entire surgery calmly. He was like a man who always went on a blind date in a restaurant and met a woman who was not interested in him, and she fed him in vain.
"It's done." After Ling Ran personally sutured the skin, he cut the sutures and threw away the scissors. Then, he nodded at the crowd and walked out of the operating theater.
His gloves were covered in blood, and his surgical gown was not clean. It was not the time for cuddling.
The doctors who were watching the surgery took out their phones in unison and started to take pictures and selfies as if they had discussed it beforehand.
The resident doctor from the Orthopedic and Sports Medicine Center also took out his mobile phone, which had been disassembled into parts, in a flurry. He installed the battery, pressed the back cover, turned on his phone with anticipation, and raised his head happily …
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