Ling Ran slowly adapted to Zhao Leyi's rhythm.
The operating table was the domain of the chief surgeon. Even the best doctor had to cooperate with the chief surgeon when he was the first assistant. By the same logic, even the department director of anesthesiology had to follow the chief surgeon's pace to administer anesthesia.
As the surgery progressed, the difficulty of suturing increased slightly.
But Ling Ran's proficiency increased even faster.
Ling Ran was too familiar with debridement and suturing.
In terms of surgical methods, it was already very good to perform a surgical method thirty times. For simple appendectomies like appendectomy, a normal doctor could perform it independently after performing it three to five times. Those who could do it a hundred times were considered proficient. Many attending physicians who had performed appendectomies many times could find it by making a small incision in the patient's abdomen without using a laparoscope.
Even though the Master Level Simple Appositional Suture Technique that Ling Ran mastered was only limited to simple appositional sutures, he had performed debridement more than a hundred times. Even without the skill given to him by the system, he could still perform it perfectly.
Ling Ran's practical operation since his internship had all turned into experience. Not only did it allow him to move with ease, but it also allowed him to accurately cooperate with the chief surgeon, Zhao Leyi.
After suturing a few wounds, Ling Ran had already mastered Zhao Leyi's operating habits.
Now, Ling Ran could guess Zhao Leyi's thoughts when he turned his hand.
Based on this, Zhao Leyi felt that Ling Ran's cooperation was even more satisfying than killing a horse.
Speaking of which, Zhao Leyi did not really like Ling Ran as an intern.
Too arrogant!
Too tall!
Too handsome!
Too quick to learn!
In short, Zhao Leyi was very displeased to have an intern who was tall, handsome, arrogant, and a quick learner.
However, after going to the operating table with Ling Ran, Zhao Leyi felt indescribably good.
The surgery was too smooth.
Seeing that the bleeding points were controlled, the wounds were sutured, and the patient's blood pressure and heartbeat were stable … Zhao Leyi felt a sense of achievement in his heart.
Especially when there were a few colleagues from other departments around him, Zhao Leyi felt much happier than having a nice car or a beautiful woman.
In medical terms, the amount of dopamine secreted in the brain could fill up the trenches of the cerebral cortex.
Zhao Leyi raised his head and glanced at Ling Ran. He still looked aloof, but he was not as annoying as before.
"I'll let you sew my arm. Can you do it?" Zhao Leyi decided to reward Ling Ran.
On the operating table, giving the assistant a chance to operate independently was the biggest reward.
Doctors were a profession that was at a later stage of development. Any chance they got to develop in the early stage was very precious.
The injuries of this car accident patient were mainly concentrated on the lower half of his body. The wound on his arm was not considered very serious, but the severity of the wound had exceeded that of ordinary debridement and suturing. It was precisely because of this that Zhao Leyi let go of the patient to Ling Ran.
It was a chance for Ling Ran to practice, and also a chance for him to show his face in front of his colleagues.
Of course, Ling Ran had to suture well enough. Otherwise, as the chief surgeon, Zhao Leyi could take back his power at any time.
Ling Ran was as calm as ever. He nodded and said, "Okay." Then, he faced the nurse on the operating table and said, "Tissue scissors."
A pair of surgical scissors instantly fell into Ling Ran's hands.
Zhao Leyi always felt that the speed at which the nurse passed the equipment to Ling Ran was faster than the speed at which she passed the equipment to him.
If there weren't so many people watching, he would have started telling dirty jokes right now.
Refreshing the mind, strengthening the heart of a man.
"Gauze."
"Thread scissors."
Ling Ran got the chance to operate independently, but the rhythm of his hands did not change at all.
The resident doctor from the General Surgery Department who was waiting in the operating theater noticed this with envy and surprise, but he did not say anything.
For ordinary resident doctors, this was a very rare opportunity. For Ling Ran, it was actually not very special.
In fact, Ling Ran had already gotten a lot more opportunities than the resident doctors.
In terms of trauma treatment alone, the resident doctors of the Emergency Department only needed to complete ten surgical debridement and suturing during their three years of standardized training, and they were still just assistants.
Of course, the resident doctors of the Emergency Department needed to master more than just debridement and suturing. In theory, housemen were required to perform five cardiopulmonary resuscitation, two gastric lavages, five cardiac defibrillations, five tracheal intubations, and so on.
But in the domestic environment, there were only a handful of housemen who could complete all the tasks with quality and quantity.
Most housemen had to fight for the opportunity to perform clinical operations themselves, and those who had the chance to perform two to three hundred debridement and suturing …
If there was anything Ling Ran lacked in this area, it would be that he had very few opportunities to come to the operating theater.
"Curved scissors."
Ling Ran raised his head and exercised his neck.
When the scrub nurse handed the curved scissors to Ling Ran, she took the opportunity to stare at Ling Ran for a few seconds. Her heart was pounding.
Ling Ran's expression was cold, and he did not notice anything.
Ling Ran liked being a doctor, and he liked an environment like the operating theater the most.
If he were to become a civil servant, his colleagues would definitely think that he was nit-picky. If he were to become a construction worker, he would probably not be liked by Party A or Party B. However, even if he were to perform the smallest surgery, no one would rush him because he wanted to check the bleeding point twice.
While Ling Ran operated, he shouted the name of the instrument clearly.
"Surgical thread 0.
"Forceps.
"Gauze."
Zhao Leyi found it a little funny when he heard this.
Ordinary doctors would not actually shout like this, especially senior doctors who were attending physicians and above. Most of the things they said were just idle talk. Some greasy middle-aged doctors were either making dirty jokes or were on the way to making dirty jokes. If they wanted any instrument, they would just extend their hand or just take it themselves.
The nurses on the operating table who cooperated well would naturally hand the correct instrument to the doctor without waiting for the doctor to shout the name of the instrument.
The nurses in the operating theater were even more familiar with the surgical method that the doctor was familiar with, and they knew what the doctor needed next.
However, Ling Ran did not have this kind of experience, and he was not familiar with the nurses, so he naturally shouted it out.
"Hemostatic forceps.
"Toothed forceps.
"Surgical magnifying glasses."
The more accurate Ling Ran shouted, the more Zhao Leyi found it interesting. However, his smile did not last long.
"Why are you using the surgical magnifying glasses?" Zhao Leyi was still doing his own thing, but when he heard that something was wrong, he quickly looked over.
Ling Ran straightened the patient's hand, and the needle and thread were already busy.
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