By the time Dou Hetong regained his senses, Lu Wenbin had already entered the operating theater.
Dou Hetong shook his head. He did not want to go back, so he thickened his skin and entered the operating theater after he saw Ling Ran through the operating theater's glass. He wanted to confirm the matter of nosocomial infection.
For doctors in the field of nosocomial infection, being thick-skinned was not something new, and Dou Hetong could somewhat accept it.
The operating theater in the Emergency Medical Center had blue walls and green drapes. Only the microscopes were black.
The appearance of the surgical microscope was similar to an old-fashioned table lamp. It was a metal rod with a heavy microscope and adjustment device on top, and a heavy base and wheels on the bottom.
The chief surgeon had the right to move the surgical microscope. When he adjusted the microscope to a position he was comfortable with, he would step on it, and the base would be fixed in place. The chief surgeon did not pay much attention to the twisted posture his assistant used to perform the surgery.
Even though Dou Hetong had graduated from the Clinical Department, he had been a full-time nosocomial infection doctor for six to seven years, and he could not remember much about surgeries. He also did not pay much attention to the ever-changing medical equipment.
He only looked around at the doctors who came to visit, and he was speechless.
Every doctor who came from other hospitals had a tag on their chest to show their identity. Dou Hetong glanced at them and saw the names of People's Hospital, Provincial Hospital, Yiyuan County Hospital, E City Hospital, and so on.
There were hospitals within the province, and there were hospitals outside the province. There were big-name hospitals and low-end hospitals. Such a combination would not make people look down on the lineup in the operating theater. Instead, they would have to pay more attention to it.
This was obviously a "spontaneous" structure.
If it was some kind of conference or activity in the country, such as a surgical demonstration, the doctors around them usually had the same professional background, or were at the same level in the hospital, or had a higher position and master. In other words, young and middle-aged doctors from Provincial Hospital and young and middle-aged doctors from Yiyuan County Hospital could only meet each other in small activities in the province, and the probability was not high.
The more complicated the background of the doctors around them was, the higher their "spontaneity" was.
Anyone who paid attention to the hospital knew how difficult it was to get the doctors to do something on their own!
It was even more difficult to make a group of doctors do something on their own.
Dou Hetong looked around and found a kind-looking young doctor. He asked, "What are you looking at?"
The other party looked at Dou Hetong strangely. When he noticed that there was no tag on Dou Hetong's chest, he immediately realized that Dou Hetong was a doctor from Yun Hua Hospital. He smiled reservedly. "Zhu-Ling Achilles Repair Technique."
"Eh? Isn't it the M-Tang technique? " At this time, Dou Hetong looked at the operating table again. Aside from Ling Ran, who looked extremely handsome, Lu Wenbin did not seem to be there.
The young doctor asked in return, "Are you here to look at the M-Tang technique? The M-Tang technique is next door. "
It was only then that Dou Hetong realized that Ling Ran had performed two surgeries at the same time.
"Is Doctor Ling going to finish the surgery here before he goes to the other side? I saw the assistant go over just now … "Dou Hetong's mind was filled with questions.
"You're talking about Lu Wenbin, right? When Doctor Ling performs the M-Tang technique now, he lets Lu Wenbin do the first part, and he only does the crucial steps himself. Besides, the M-Tang technique is performed very quickly. Doctor Ling only spends fifteen minutes each time. "The young doctor actually knew Lu Wenbin's name. It was obvious that it was not his first day here.
Dou Hetong felt a little dizzy. He had been in Yun Hua Hospital for so many years. Why did he not know that Yun Hua Hospital was so attractive now?
When he looked at the operating table, Ling Ran lowered his head and did not say anything.
All the medical staff did not have the intention to chat either.
It was quiet in the operating theater.
Finally, the circulating nurse on duty could not take it anymore. She asked in a low voice, "Doctor Ling, do you want to play some music?"
"Let's play it, then." Ling Ran did not have much interest in music. If he did, it would be John Cage's 4 Minutes and 33 Seconds. However, his threshold in the operating theater was quite high. It did not matter if there was sound or not.
Everyone listened to the light music played by the nurse, and they were obviously much more relaxed.
"Do you want to learn this?" Dou Hetong took the opportunity to ask in a low voice. He had also heard of the famous Zhu-Ling Achilles Repair Technique, but he did not expect so many people to come and watch it.
The young doctor who was asked smiled. "It's good if you can learn it."
"What else?"
"We can also take a look at the body structure of our international friend." The young doctor who was asked laughed.
When Dou Hetong heard this, he could not help but look at the operating table. At this time, he realized that the part of the patient that was not covered by the drape was unusually white.
Dou Hetong could not help but ask, "Is it a Caucasian?"
"Yes, an American," the young doctor said.
"Americans also come to our hospital for treatment?" Dou Hetong's voice was a little louder, and it attracted a few people's attention.
Dou Hetong coughed a few times and continued to smile shamelessly.
"Americans are also human. They need to see doctors, right?" A doctor next to him, who was probably an attending physician, said in a low voice.
"When Americans come to China, they don't have medical insurance, right?"
The attending physician almost laughed like a pig. "We don't even need 10,000 RMB for an Achilles tendon repair. It's less than 2,000 USD, and it's not even enough to cover the deductible of his lousy insurance."
Dou Hetong was stunned. "What about the transportation and accommodation fees?"
"This is a surgery related to sports medicine, and it costs at least 300,000 USD in the United States." The attending physician glanced at Dou Hetong and said, "The internationalization of medical treatment is not a joke. The plane tickets and hotel fees are only worth a little. "
At this time, more people looked over with serious expressions.
Dou Hetong could not say much. He could only stare at the American's white leg on the operating table in a daze.
It was actually Ling Ran's first time cutting an American leg. If he were to use the data to explain it, the length of this man's Achilles tendon was six inches, and it was quite good.
However, when he considered that this man was originally a long-distance runner, the length of his Achilles tendon could only be said to be normal.
In fact, the international patients Ling Ran came into contact with recently were basically athletes and sports enthusiasts. Liu Weichen's results in competitions were excellent, and the South African crybaby had also joined the rugby team and achieved good results, which proved Ling Ran's ability to a certain extent.
Although Ling Ran was still a cheap solution in the international medical field, he was at least a solution.
If there was really such a list of people who could solve problems in the international medical field, there were still very few people in the country who could be included in this list.
This was also thanks to Ling Ran's mastery of sports medicine skills. In the eyes of doctors in any country, microsurgery was considered a hard job. The working hours were long, and the precision was high, but the income was very average.
There were very few doctors who could walk down this path and eventually reach the level where they could treat professional athletes.
However, just like the huge difference between a professional athlete and an ordinary person, a professional sports medicine specialist, even if he or she was not that great, was still a few levels higher than an ordinary microsurgeon.
At this moment, the American who was lying on the operating table chose Ling Ran within the range of his affordability.
Based on the current international medical treatment prices, Ling Ran was the only one who could maintain the mobility of his Achilles tendon while only spending tens of thousands of USD.
"Blood loss?" Ling Ran tilted his head and asked. The audience in the operating theater obediently quieted down.
"56." Yu Yuan acted as an assistant. She moved her eyes away from the eyepiece and read the number on the instrument.
Ling Ran hummed in acknowledgment before he continued to operate the machine.
Everyone's eyes were focused on the screen in front of them.
The field of view in the microscope could be displayed on the screen, but for this kind of surgery, the chief surgeon would always use the microscope to look directly at the patient.
"All the blood vessels are avoided."
"That's amazing."
"Zhu-Ling Achilles Repair Technique, huh? So particular."
The doctors in the room watched quietly and thought about it.
For high-ranking doctors, microsurgery was not necessarily a good development direction, but for local hospitals, especially those below tertiary Grade A hospitals, microsurgery was basically a life-saving straw.
Nowadays, many tertiary Grade B and secondary Grade B hospitals relied on techniques such as finger replantation and Achilles tendon repair to survive.
The large tertiary Grade A hospitals undoubtedly monopolized those surgeries that did not require much manual labor but had a lot of money. Patients also consciously went to large hospitals for treatment.
If small hospitals could not get patients, they would either perform surgeries that were not related to diseases, such as circumcision regardless of surgical indications, or perform surgeries that large hospitals were unwilling to do.
In the face of survival, the struggle of surgeons was not much easier than that of patients.
"You do the rest." Ling Ran finished suturing the Achilles tendon, and as usual, he handed the part of suturing the skin to the assistant.
Yu Yuan returned to Ling Ran's position in a flurry. She readjusted the height before she focused and began to suture the skin.
Her surgical talent was extremely limited, but as she persisted and practiced, her level was unusually stable.
As Ling Ran left, the doctors who were watching also left the operating theater in a hubbub.
Dou Hetong followed the crowd in a daze and was soon shoved into the operating theater next door.
At this moment, Lu Wenbin had just completely separated the patient's flexor tendon from the M-Tang technique.
Ling Ran, who washed his hands again, went forward and examined the patient. He reached out and scooped out the patient's flexor tendon. After a series of operations, the surgery was announced to be completed.
Then, Ling Ran entered the operating theater next door.
Dou Hetong continued to follow in a daze.
This time, it was another Achilles tendon repair surgery, but it was performed by Ma Yanlin from the Orthopedics Department.
Dou Hetong felt tired because of the light from the shadowless lamp. He could not help but ask the people beside him, "How long do you plan to watch?"
"I can't watch too much. Doctor Ling won't be performing surgeries tomorrow. "The doctor who spoke was from Shanghai, and there was a sense of urgency in his tone.
Dou Hetong looked at his tag curiously and said, "You guys will have a lot of chances to watch surgeries, right?"
"That depends on what you say. Wei Jiayou is from Shanghai, and he graduated from Johns Hopkins University. He's known as the leader of the younger generation and one of the ten most outstanding medical talents under the age of thirty-five. But if you want to watch Wei Jiayou's surgery, you have to make an appointment, and you can only make one appointment. It's not as convenient as here. "
Dou Hetong was speechless.
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