"Doctor Ling, Doctor Ling …" Reporter Deng Wensheng stepped on the airtight access door and chased after Ling Ran.
Ling Ran rolled his wheelchair and did not want to stop at all. He said without turning his head, "I'm not accepting any interviews today."
"I can't accept it … I was invited by Department Director Huo Congjun." Deng Wensheng laughed awkwardly.
Ling Ran said, "I don't want to be interviewed right now."
"Why are you in a bad mood? Is it because the surgery didn't go well?" Deng Wensheng had already started the interview.
He crossed his legs and answered, "The surgery was successful, but the recurrence rate of liver cancer within five years is 60% to 80%. No matter how clean the surgeon is, he might not be able to solve the problem."
"So, you're worried about the patient, aren't you?" Deng Wensheng immediately made a mental note about Ling Ran, and at the same time, he voiced his confirmation.
"Surgery isn't the solution to liver cancer." Ling Ran did not answer the question, but he did not answer the question.
"Then what do you think is the solution? Targeted drugs? "
"I don't know." Ling Ran did not like this answer, but he still answered honestly. Then, he sped up and drove his wheelchair out of the corridor.
Deng Wensheng quickly caught up with Ling Ran. When he saw Ling Ran's expression, he did not ask further. Instead, he smiled and said, "Doctor Ling, what are you going to do now?"
"Relax."
"Relax? What does Doctor Ling mean by relaxing? "
"Surgery." He looked at the busy anesthetist and nurses inside and asked, "How's the preparation going?"
"Five more minutes," the anesthetist, who was busy working in front of the operating table, replied.
Ling Ran nodded. "I'm going to take a shower. Take your time."
As he spoke, Ling Ran exited the operating theater and went straight to the shower room. He quickly put on a condom for his foot.
Deng Wensheng was dumbfounded.
What is this?
What did I just go through?
'There seems to be some logical loophole in Ling Ran's words. How am I supposed to catch it?'
Ten minutes.
Ling Ran, who had changed into a new set of clothes, stood on the operating table again, and started the hepatectomy for hepatolithiasis that he was familiar with.
This was a practical surgical resection that could treat diseases.
Patients who were in unbearable pain would have their quality of life and lifespan greatly improved after surgery. The better the hepatectomy was, the more comfortable the patient would be after the surgery.
Ling Ran liked this kind of surgery.
Certainty, stability, and technical difficulty. It could be said to be a very interesting and rigorous surgery.
Ling Ran performed the surgery unhurriedly.
He did not rush for time. He just enjoyed the process of the surgery, the temperature, and the environment of the operating theater.
Right now, the first assistants were Yu Yuan and Ma Yanlin. Their skills were not suitable to participate in liver cancer surgery, but when it came to hepatectomy for patients with hepatolithiasis, they had seen plenty of strange livers in the abdominal cavity. Hence, the two of them were able to perform the surgery with ease.
About twenty minutes later, Su Jiafu rushed over, followed by Huo Congjun, who came at a leisurely pace.
Su Jiafu was here to help.
As surgeons, Lu Wenbin, Yu Yuan, and the others were taught by Ling Ran.
Su Jiafu, on the other hand, was a resident doctor from the Department of Anesthesia. He had participated in hepatectomy in Wuxin City previously, and he had already exceeded the standard. After he returned to Yun Hua Hospital, Su Jiafu still had to continue to prove himself.
Huo Congjun naturally came for the reporters.
He had just secretly eaten something to replenish his energy. At that moment, he seemed to be very tired. He came over and looked at the surgery record. He asked Deng Wensheng, "Do you want to continue watching the surgery?"
"One more." Deng Wensheng wanted to know what was the difference between this surgery and another surgery. However, Deng Wensheng would not ask. He wanted to observe on his own.
Huo Congjun did not care. He said, "Watching surgeries is also very tiring."
It would have been better if he did not say anything. When Deng Wensheng heard that, he suddenly felt that he could not stand it anymore.
The surgery just now had been going on for four hours, and he accidentally stood for another thirty minutes.
If it were when he was young, it would not have been a problem, and Deng Wensheng could still stand it. But now, it was no longer Deng Wensheng's main job to carry the equipment that weighed more than ten pounds and shoot the surgery.
It could no longer be his main job.
Deng Wensheng swayed left and right. He moved closer to the anesthetist's table, looked at a round stool at the side, and said, "Can I sit for a while?"
Without waiting for the anesthetist to answer, Deng Wensheng relied on his ability to be thick-skinned as a reporter and sat down.
Su Jiafu, who was acting as the anesthesiologist's assistant, felt terrible all over. He also looked at the attending physician of anesthesiology beside him and forced himself to endure the pain. He kept deceiving himself in his heart. 'Don't care about other people's stool … Don't care about other people's stool …'
If he wasn't afraid of being caught on the spot, Su Jiafu would rather drink a tube of milk (propofol) and sleep happily.
However, today's surgery level was higher, and the surgery was performed in the Department of Hepatobiliary and Pancreatic Surgery's territory. Su Jiafu, who came to learn, did not have the right to make a fuss.
Anesthetists were under the management of the Department of Anesthesiology of the hospital, but each of them had their own emphasis. Su Jiafu was reluctant to leave Ling Ran now, so he could only follow Ling Ran to learn whenever he performed surgery. He even had to beg his attending physician to bring him along. The heavy pressure of reality made Su Jiafu only able to grip the stool under his butt tightly …
"Oh, Young Su is the host today." Huo Congjun supported his waist with his hands and went to Su Jiafu's side. He looked at him with a kind expression.
Su Jiafu's eyes widened.
Did you just find out that I'm following the station?
The one just now was me too!
The one just now was me too!
The one just now was me too!
Su Jiafu's eyeballs were in his eye sockets … 'This is too cruel, too inhumane!' 'Do you know how miserable anesthetists are? They spend twenty-five hours a day in the hospital. In the beginning, they only ate five meals a day, and they were so hungry that their hearts and lungs were scratching at every moment. Later on, they did not even want to eat a single meal. They looked at the screen every day and felt their stomach ache.
Such an anesthetist stayed in the operating theater all night long. The only consolation was that anesthetists had one more stool compared to surgeons.
Of course, surgeons could have a stool if they wanted to, but their posture usually did not allow it.
It could be said that the stool in the operating theater was the pride of anesthetists. What was an anesthetist without a stool? An anesthetist?
Su Jiafu roared in his heart, and he moved his feet slowly …
"Department Director Huo, take my seat, take my seat." The attending physician of the Department of Anesthesiology stood up gracefully and gave his seat to Huo Congjun.
Huo Congjun sat down without hesitation and said with a smile, "I've been busy the whole day. My waist can't take it anymore."
"Yes, the hospital is too busy now, and the pressure is great. Our Department of Anesthesiology is also like this. We often have to work for twelve hours non-stop. During the surgery, we are also very nervous. We have to look at the respiratory channel, the venous channel, and the drug delivery channel. There are so many small details that we can't take it anymore … "The attending physician spoke in a long-winded manner.
Su Jiafu was used to it for the time being, but other anesthetists might not be the same.
Huo Congjun saw that there was a stool, nodded slightly, and said, "There is a shortage of manpower now. That's how it is. After our Emergency Medical Center was upgraded, we recruited a lot of people, and only then did we have enough manpower."
"Yes, the Department of Anesthesiology is currently lacking manpower the most. For example, don't gynecology departments advocate painless childbirth? We can't find so many anesthetists who are free. Fortunately, not everyone has this requirement. " As the attending physician of anesthesiology spoke, he kicked Su Jiafu's stool and said, "Go and prescribe some medicine, just in case."
"Prescribe what?" Su Jiafu was unwilling to stand up.
"Just do as you see fit." The attending physician's attitude was very open, like a good doctor who gave his subordinates a chance.
Su Jiafu had no choice but to stand up.
It was an order from a senior doctor, and he had to carry it out even if he did not understand it.
The attending physician sat down on the stool that Su Jiafu had no choice but to give up.
Su Jiafu gritted his wisdom teeth and swallowed them. He quietly left and returned. He stood behind Huo Congjun, looked at Huo Congjun, looked at the monitor, and then looked at Huo Congjun again.
Ling Ran, on the other hand, performed a familiar surgery in a good mood.
"Alright, everyone, rest." This time, Ling Ran closed the abdomen, and he could be considered to have finished what he started.
Yu Yuan and Ma Yanlin did not get involved, so they were calm.
They had performed hundreds of surgeries with Ling Ran, and they had long since passed the excitement of performing the first fifty surgeries.
Even Ma Yanlin now looked forward to teasing his liver, not the pitiful closing of the abdomen.
Deng Wensheng wanted to interview Ling Ran again, but in the end, he did not succeed.
Deng Wensheng walked out of the surgical floor and returned to the fountain. He looked at the big white goose, Fragrance Yard, and silently thought about the interview for the day.
"Honk honk."
The big white goose bit the butt of an old woman in her thirties who was pretending to be a child. It happily honked a few times.
Deng Wensheng was very happy when he saw it. He took out his phone and prepared to post on Weibo.
At this time, he noticed that Weibo was filled with the same trending search: Meng Xue's suspected boyfriend exposed!
The more Deng Wensheng looked at the picture on Weibo, the more familiar it became.
"What the f * ck!" Deng Wensheng suddenly shouted and shouted the classic exclamation of the people born in the 70s.
"Honk honk honk!"
The big white goose, who was triumphantly parading in the fountain, was shocked. It turned around and glanced at Deng Wensheng with its small eyes. Its sawtooth-shaped beak opened and closed slightly. It turned around and lowered its head to bite into a small twig in the food bowl. It did not know which brat added it. It chewed a few times and swallowed it.
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