Professor Feng Zhixiang will depart from Beijing at noon and is expected to arrive at 3 pm. Then, he will leave by plane at 8: 40 pm. He won't have dinner in between … "In the conference room, He Yuanzheng held a consultation meeting for patient Ding Fan, and the main content was about how to welcome Professor Feng Zhixiang.
Huo Congjun was also present. He and He Yuanzheng sat on one side of the table, and He Yuanzheng sat on the other side of the table.
As he listened to He Yuanzheng's introduction, Huo Congjun furrowed his eyebrows a little. "The estimated time is three o 'clock. Will they arrive at the airport at three o' clock or our hospital at three o 'clock?"
"Arrive at the airport at 3 o 'clock." He Yuanzheng's expression was solemn.
"As expected of Professor Feng, you're quite confident." Huo Congjun crossed his arms and did not say anything else.
He himself was from the General Surgery Department, so he could not say anything more to Professor Feng Zhixiang, who was a big shot in the General Surgery Department.
Of course, Huo Congjun was a military doctor, and he was not afraid of Feng Zhixiang, who grew up in a local hospital.
However, the questions and answers between Huo Congjun and He Yuanzheng were enough for the doctors in the room to calculate the score themselves.
Yun Hua was a metropolis with tens of millions of people. Even if the journey from the airport to the city was smooth, it would still take more than thirty minutes. Including the time spent in traffic jams in the upper city and the time taken to get off the plane, it would be very difficult to reach the hospital from the airport within an hour.
By the same logic, he would need to depart an hour earlier from Yun Hua Hospital to the airport. If he included the one hour he had to wait for the plane, he would need to spend two hours in the airport.
Professor Feng Zhixiang had been in Yun Hua Hospital for a total of five hours and forty minutes. Excluding the beginning and the end of the three hours, there was only two hours and forty minutes left for the surgery.
If it had to be said, two hours and forty minutes of surgery was enough for a normal hepatectomy. Ling Ran often performed hepatectomy in a little more than an hour.
When he worked as a freelance surgeon in the Second People's Hospital of Wuxin City, he could perform two surgeries in three hours. He could even perform ten surgeries without exceeding the time limit. In Changxi Province, he could be considered a legend.
However, if he only reserved three hours for the surgery, it meant that he was really confident.
"If he can't finish it, he will change his schedule. Let's not bother about his schedule." He Yuanzheng did not know Feng Zhixiang, so he did not want to comment on him. He did not want to cause trouble if word got out.
Huo Congjun hummed and did not say anything else.
He Yuanzheng coughed a few times and began to make arrangements. Then, he emphasized, "This patient, Ding Fan is older. He's 73 years old, and his liver condition isn't very good. The indocyanine green test was CHILDPUGHA grade, but the total serum bilirubin was relatively low. In addition, the patient has cirrhosis and portal hypertension … "
After going through the formalities, He Yuanzheng asked, "What do you guys think?"
He was going through the consultation procedure, but unexpectedly, Ling Ran quietly raised his hand and said, "The patient should be transfused with hemostatic drugs now, right?"
He Yuanzheng was stunned for a moment. He hummed in acknowledgment and said, "Professor Feng gave the same medical advice."
"Can we see the patient's MRI scan?" Ling Ran asked.
He Yuanzheng was stunned again. Then, he slowly said, "Doctor Ling, if you want to take a look, you can look for Zhang Anmin to take a look."
Since Ding Fan wanted to perform freelance surgery, he naturally would not stay in the Emergency Medical Center. Instead, he was transferred to the Department of Hepatobiliary and Pancreatic Surgery. In the hospital, this was considered a very normal transfer.
If Ling Ran was not around, all the hepatobiliary and pancreatic diseases encountered in the Emergency Medical Center would basically be transferred to the Department of Hepatobiliary and Pancreatic Surgery.
However, now that he was transferred to the Department of Hepatobiliary and Pancreatic Surgery and was preparing to perform freelance surgery, Ling Ran's request to see the MRI scan was a little out of line. He Yuanzheng was not particularly happy about it, so he asked for Zhang Anmin's name. He knew that Zhang Anmin had performed a lot of surgeries with Ling Ran. Although he was not a very important junior attending physician, he was still unhappy.
Huo Congjun coughed a few times and said, "Doctor Ling is more serious when he does things, and he likes to read MRI scans. This is a personal habit."
He Yuanzheng's expression became a little better. He smiled and said, "Ordinary people can't understand MRI scans. Doctor Ling has started to read the scans, and the people from the Medical Imaging Department are the most nervous. The MRI scans that our department has received now have double the words on them compared to before."
Huo Congjun also smiled.
The meeting room was filled with cheerful smiles.
Ling Ran looked at them, baffled, and said, "We should also send an original copy of the MRI scan to Professor Feng."
"Professor Feng will look at it when he comes over." He Yuanzheng did not listen to Ling Ran at this time. What a joke. There were more than one thousand original MRI scans, and the people from the Medical Imaging Department also looked at them by clicking the mouse. Not to mention how big of a test it was for the internet to send an original MRI scan, reading original MRI scans was not a required course for surgeons.
As far as He Yuanzheng knew, Professor Feng probably did not know how to read original MRI scans.
If he sent it to Ling Ran, what would he think?
"Everyone has their own habits," Huo Congjun said slowly.
There were not many people who knew how to read original MRI scans. With Professor Feng Zhixiang's age, it was normal that he did not know how to read MRI scans.
"Do you have any other questions?" He Yuanzheng quickly skipped this topic.
Ling Ran asked without hesitation, "After Professor Feng Zhixiang's surgery, will the patient stay in Yun Hua Hospital?"
"Of course." He Yuanzheng looked at Ling Ran and complained in his heart. 'If the patient doesn't stay in the hospital, will he take a plane to Beijing?'
"In the ICU?" Ling Ran continued to ask.
"Of course."
Ling Ran hummed in acknowledgment and did not say anything else.
The head nurse's heart ached when she saw this. She quickly said, "Doctor Ling, there are still more beds in the ICU now."
Ling Ran turned to look at the head nurse and said, "I know."
"Um … Ling Ran, the ICU is the ICU's business. Professor Feng Zhixiang will only come to perform one surgery. If he does well, the patient will be discharged in one or two weeks." Huo Congjun advised Ling Ran as if he was persuading a child.
When it came to personal hobbies, everyone was a child.
However, some people could happily be children, while some were forced to pretend to be adults.
In the meeting room, the doctors from the Department of Hepatobiliary and Pancreatic Surgery and the doctors from the Ling Treatment Group in the Emergency Medical Center all lowered their heads and did not say a word.
It was definitely not a wise choice to make fun of Ling Ran in Yun Hua Hospital.
Forget about how vicious Huo Congjun's insults were, Associate Hospital Director Zhou, who supported Department Director Huo, could also torture a young doctor.
"Alright, if there's nothing else, everyone can go back. Those who have surgery in the afternoon, get ready now." He Yuanzheng quickly dismissed the meeting.
He just wanted to watch Feng Zhixiang's surgery, and he did not want to offend anyone.
When he returned to the office, Zhang Anmin lowered his head and showed Ling Ran the MRI scans.
The Department of Hepatobiliary and Pancreatic Surgery was naturally very dissatisfied with him because he followed Ling Ran to perform surgeries every day. Most of the hepatectomy patients Ling Ran performed recently stayed in the Department of Hepatobiliary and Pancreatic Surgery, so no one criticized Zhang Anmin.
However, after He Yuanzheng pointed it out today, Zhang Anmin felt that it was getting harder and harder to pretend to be ignorant.
"Doctor Ling, Ding Fan's MRI scans." Zhang Anmin gave up the position of the computer.
"Thank you." Ling Ran quickly scanned the electronic medical record in his hand. After he turned it off, he sat down, moved the mouse, and looked at the original MRI scans one by one.
The more he looked, the more regretful Ling Ran looked.
"Is there a problem?" Zhang Anmin asked tentatively.
"There's no major problem. It's pretty good." Ling Ran sighed, pointed at the screen, and said, "Look, portal hypertension is already very good. Cirrhosis is also quite serious, and there's also a hemangioma. It looks like it's benign. Hmm, look, focal nodular hyperplasia, which can easily lead to intraoperative bleeding. Coupled with the patient's coagulation dysfunction … "
"If that's the case, the surgery won't be easy," Zhang Anmin said with a sigh.
"Yeah, it's a little more complicated than the ten hepatectomies in Wuxin City." Ling Ran looked at the MRI scans while clicking his tongue, and the regretful expression on his face became even more obvious.
Such a good patient was actually operated on by a doctor from Beijing as a freelance surgeon. It really made people sigh.
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