"Get two more bags of blood." Ling Ran was immersed in the surgery when he suddenly raised his head and said something.
Deng Wensheng, who was filming, was shocked.
The circulating nurse in the operating theater immediately picked up the phone and made a call.
He Yuanzheng was worried and asked, "Are two bags enough?"
Two bags of blood were eight hundred liters, which was equivalent to eight ounces of blood. With the addition of other fluids, a normal major surgery would only use that much blood.
However, all surgeries were based on controlling the amount of blood loss, including major surgeries that seemed to involve a lot of blood loss, and every step of the surgery would take into account the amount of blood loss.
Ling Ran was currently performing hepatectomy at his limit, and the amount of blood loss could easily go out of control. He Yuanzheng was not confident that he could take over the surgery again when the bleeding was out of control. Therefore, he took the trouble to confirm with Ling Ran again and again.
Ling Ran did not give a definite answer at this time. Instead, he said, "Get two bags of blood first. We can make it if it's not enough."
"Okay." He Yuanzheng was already satisfied with such an answer.
He Yuanzheng was completely convinced by Ling Ran's operation at this time.
He had performed more than five hundred cases of hepatectomy, and he had performed the most in the country.
However, more than five hundred cases of hepatectomy only allowed He Yuanzheng to grasp the extent of cutting more and less. He had to protect the liver and make sure that the hepatectomy was done cleanly. He Yuanzheng had also read some research papers, but he did not think that it was a doctor's daily operation.
However, He Yuanzheng could not help but feel dizzy when he looked at Ling Ran's operation.
Accurate judgment was one thing, but the obvious accumulation of anatomical knowledge was another thing that made He Yuanzheng speechless. As far as the operation was concerned, there were many times when He Yuanzheng was not sure whether Ling Ran was doing right or wrong. Most importantly, there were no problems with the parts that He Yuanzheng was certain about.
"Doctor Ling, you're not even thirty years old, right?" He Yuanzheng was not under great pressure as the first assistant. He only maintained the normal operation in his field of vision and asked in a low voice.
"Yes," Ling Ran answered in a muffled voice.
"How many dissections have you performed?" This was what He Yuanzheng was most curious about.
Anatomy could not be understood just by reading a book. It was just like repairing a car. No matter how many books one read, one would not be able to solve the problem. One had to touch countless cars before one could develop a skill. Moreover, just touching the new cars wasn't enough. He had to touch all kinds of cars that were sick.
It was the same for anatomy. Only by dissecting real objects could one improve quickly.
But the number of actual cadavers was now limited.
Ling Ran did not even bat an eyelid as he said, "I've done it many times."
"Yeah, I think I've done it many times." He Yuanzheng chuckled.
Lu Wenbin coughed and said, "Director He, please move the suction device over."
"Oh, okay." He Yuanzheng lowered his head to take a look and saw that the aspirator was not misplaced. He pursed his lips and glanced at Lu Wenbin. He thought to himself, 'If this kid was in my department, he would work day and night until he dies.'
Once the topic was interrupted, it could not be continued. The operating theater once again fell into a shocking silence.
Ling Ran, who was performing the surgery, did not speak. The first and second assistants did not speak, and the others did not even have the right to speak.
There were no green plants in the operating theater, and there was no big white goose either. There were only blue and green drapes, floors, and ceilings …
The only bright colors were the pink cap on Lu Wenbin's head and the goose.
"Play a song." Ling Ran suddenly straightened his body.
He Yuanzheng asked, "Play what?"
"My king," Ling Ran said concisely.
He Yuanzheng could not keep up with the rhythm. He tried to ask, "Spare my life?"
"Let me do it." Lu Wenbin took a few steps back and whispered to the circulating nurse.
After a while, a light and cheerful tune was heard. "The king sent me to patrol the mountains … I'll walk around the world …"
It was the ringtone of Ling Ran's phone.
As the music played, Ling Ran's operation suddenly sped up.
He Yuanzheng followed Ling Ran's instructions in a flurry. At the same time, he said in confusion, "Do surgeons nowadays start to listen to this kind of music?"
Lu Wenbin listened to the music and felt sentimental. "Doctor Ling needs background music sometimes, right?"
"What?" He Yuanzheng, the middle-aged chief physician, did not understand what Lu Wenbin said.
Lu Wenbin, who was wearing a pink cap, mumbled to himself, and his chuunibyou emotions exploded. "No one can win against Doctor Ling with his background music!"
"Who's going to win against whom?" He Yuanzheng felt even more dizzy.
"Alright, the resection is done." Ling Ran straightened his back and looked at the lymphatic structure in the abdominal cavity. He first let He Yuanzheng check it. When he saw that there was no problem with the bleeding, he said, "I'll change my gloves and do the next step."
He Yuanzheng was still in a daze. Then, he heard people calling him "my king" and said hesitantly, "The effect is so good?"
The few people in front of the operating table ignored him.
Ling Ran took off all the equipment on his body, turned around, and washed his hands again. He also massaged his neck.
After working on the liver for so long, Ling Ran felt that his gloves were sticky, and he felt very uncomfortable.
Speaking of which, the time he took to perform a certain surgery alone was not very long.
Even if it was finger replantation, unless the patient could make a new cut, one finger would only take thirty to fifty minutes. If the patient made a lot of cuts, the hospital would even organize a team to help him.
The single step of liver cancer surgery was quite complicated, especially the process of lymphadenectomy.
This was especially true for the process of lymphadenectomy. It was very similar to surgeries like finger replantation surgeries. It required extraordinary care and a lot of work.
Ling Ran held an endotherm knife and worked quietly.
His hemostasis by heat was also at Perfect Level, and his lymphadenectomy was also at Perfect Level. When they worked together, they could be said to be invincible against cancer cells.
Ling Ran's face was dark, and he looked like an old hand who served in the fields. He cleaned the lymphatics along the way and did not miss anything.
Reporter Deng Wensheng noticed Ling Ran's expression, and he could not help but ask Huo Congjun beside him, "Did the surgery not go well?"
"On the contrary, it went very well." Huo Congjun smiled.
"Then, why does Doctor Ling look unhappy?"
"Ling Ran is unhappy …" Huo Congjun's smile faded, and he immediately shook his head. "Young people have a lot of thoughts. Old people like us can't understand them."
"We?"
"Compared to Ling Ran, you and I are both old people." Huo Congjun chuckled.
Deng Wensheng's mouth twitched a few times, and he felt all kinds of unhappy.
Ling Ran was actually a little unhappy about it.
His unhappiness came from the surgery, but it was not the surgery.
Today's surgery was quite successful. Although the surgery was not completed, based on the current progress, it could be said to be an extremely perfect surgery.
Hepatectomy at its limit, lymphadenectomy in a near-perfect state, and after suturing the abdominal cavity, it could be used as a teaching material for hepatectomy for primary liver cancer.
However, it was precisely because the surgery was perfect and successful that Ling Ran felt all kinds of unhappy.
The surgery was extremely successful, but what about the patient?
Even if Ling Ran reached his limit and performed hepatectomy on the patient, he still could not guarantee that the patient's cancer would not relapse.
He could not even guarantee that there would not be a short-term relapse.
This kind of uncertainty made Ling Ran feel very uncomfortable.
"The surgery is completed." Ling Ran left after the surgery. Even if there were reporters present, he did not want to stay any longer.
Huo Congjun was deep in thought, and Deng Wensheng, the reporter beside him, was so excited that his whole body trembled. "A doctor with character, hobbies, and full of humanistic thoughts and humanistic care. This is great, this is great …"
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