After the surgery, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
Chief Physician He Yuanzheng of the Department of Hepatobiliary and Pancreatic Surgery took the lead and invited everyone to dinner.
Guo Mingcheng coughed and said, "Our plane has been changed to a red-eye flight. Professor Feng still has to do ward rounds tomorrow morning …"
He did not want to stay in Yun Hua Hospital anymore. It was obvious that there was no hope for him to develop into a lower hospital. Guo Mingcheng was even less interested in being the associate hospital director of Yun Hua Hospital.
Professor Feng Zhixiang waved his hand and said, "Today's surgery was flawed, and it's all thanks to Doctor Ling. I want to propose a toast to Doctor Ling."
"Okay, I'll arrange it now," He Yuanzheng said hurriedly and asked Executive Zhou for instructions.
"Let me drink with you. I have to go home tonight." Executive Zhou was a woman and didn't want to stay out too late.
The others didn't know how to persuade him, so they just laughed and walked out.
Huo Congjun held Ling Ran's hand and said, "Professor Feng and Associate Hospital Director Zhou are both willing to have a drink. You should join us too."
He knew Ling Ran's personality and was afraid that Ling Ran would not be willing to go.
Ling Ran, who was opening chests, let Huo Congjun pull him along. He was happy to check the results of opening chests by himself.
Ling Ran picked up a total of eight Energy Serums. All of them came from Peer's Admiration, and they greatly replenished Ling Ran's Energy Serum inventory. A few days ago, he was blocked in the operating theater by his fans, and he used up seventeen bottles of Energy Serum. He did not go for ward rounds either, and he had to rely on his Peer's Admiration to survive.
Now that he had another eight bottles of Energy Serum, Ling Ran's inventory was further increased.
As for the Intermediate Treasure Chest …
Ling Ran looked at the treasure chest and did not open it.
By now, Ling Ran had realized that the difficulty of obtaining an Intermediate Treasure Chest was not low.
This kind of chest had to contain something of value. Only then would it not be too much of a loss.
When Ling Ran walked out of the operating theater, he could see the hospital's parking lot through the window. He stared at the vulgar cars, and a thought suddenly popped up in his mind. 'Even if I don't have a Transformer, I can still drive a Bumblebee.'
Hmm, it would be even better if he could transform Bumblebee into a medical vehicle.
Turning it into a tent was also acceptable.
At the very least, it would provide an on-site medical platform.
Ling Ran thought about it in detail and seriously before he subconsciously waved his hand and opened the Intermediate Treasure Chest.
A silver light shone out.
There wasn't another Bumblebee in the parking lot.
Or a more handsome medical car or something.
Ling Ran saw a book with a shaking spine appear in front of him.
"Could it be that you are not sincere enough?" Ling Ran thought of the phrase his mother often said, "If you're sincere, you'll get results." He thought to himself, 'Should I be determined to get something? Perhaps I've given the system too many choices?'
As Ling Ran thought about this, he waved his hand and opened the skill book in front of him.
[Single Skill Book: Obtained skill branch — Arthroscopic Anterior Cruciate Ligament Reconstruction (Perfect Level)]
Ling Ran pursed his lips. 'This Perfect Level skill feels like it's better than a Bumblebee that can transform …'
"I still want Bumblebee." Ling Ran was determined.
"What do you want?" Huo Congjun turned to Ling Ran.
Ling Ran knew that Huo Congjun did not have Transformers or Bumblebee, so he settled for the next best thing and said, "We should still have our own ICU. We can take patients like today into our own department. It'll be easier to manage them, and their prognosis should be better."
When Huo Congjun heard Ling Ran say the word "we", he felt refreshed. He could not help but tilt his head and think about it. He said, "We do have a place to build an ICU now, but it's not easy to get an ICU approved. That might take a few years. "
Nowadays, hospitals were very rich. When it came to construction, what really hindered hospitals was not the problem of funds, but the problem of approval documents.
A top-notch tertiary Grade A hospital like Yun Hua Hospital could easily support two to three hundred medical distributors, or even more. If there was an approval document, even if the hospital did not have the money, one or a few distributors could pay for an ICU in advance.
In any case, for a hospital like Yun Hua Hospital, their ability to collect money was also very strong.
However, hospitals could not be built just because they had money. They had to get approval from the higher-ups.
For Huo Congjun, upgrading the Emergency Department to an Emergency Medical Center was already a huge effort, and he had put in so much effort over the years.
Of course, build an extra ICU.
Huo Congjun still took it into consideration because the difficulty level of the Grand Canyon was much lower than this.
At this moment, Feng Zhixiang turned around and said with a smile, "A few years ago, our department built a general intensive care unit, and it's indeed very useful. Little Guo even wrote a research paper about improving the prognosis of our ICU."
"Yes, the survival rate has increased, and the turnover rate of hospital beds has also increased." Guo Mingcheng was not in a good mood, but he still answered the question.
"How much did it increase?" Ling Ran took out his phone and started to look up the research paper.
"A few percentage points. It's statistically significant." Guo Mingcheng chuckled a few times to hide his guilty conscience.
There were not many first-string doctors who could do good research. Most of them just did it casually, and it was already good enough that they did not ask pharmaceutical sales representatives to buy research papers for them.
Guo Mingcheng had to make some academic preparations before he was hired as an associate chief physician. It was considered a well-known secret in the medical field to brag about his new equipment.
When Ling Ran heard that it was a few percentage points, he put down his phone in disappointment.
Medicine and natural science were different. An increase of a few percentage points was very likely the result of medical staff working overtime, working hard, and screening more patients.
If a group of patients who were in their thirties or forties but not more than fifty years old were screened out, the survival rate would not be a problem for them to increase by a few percentage points.
There was no need to screen them based on their age. They could also screen them based on the severity of their condition, or they could deliberately mix in a few elderly but relatively healthy patients.
In conclusion, because the research subjects of clinical medicine were very different, the percentage that was valuable for the research of mice was meaningless when it was used in clinical medicine.
"It's not just about survival rate and turnover rate. The degree of convenience is also different." Feng Zhixiang chuckled a few times and said, "If the ICU is set in our own department, the burden on our doctors will be smaller, and we can save a lot of time and energy."
"But the professionalism of a unified ICU can also be guaranteed." Associate Hospital Director Zhou was not very interested in building an ICU in the department. The cost was too high, and the significance of improving it was limited.
Feng Zhixiang looked at Ling Ran, smiled, and said, "So, we need a big department. For example, our General Surgery Center now has more than five hundred and twenty beds. It's still very meaningful to build an ICU with twenty beds."
"Our number of beds is also increasing very quickly," Huo Congjun said.
Feng Zhixiang smiled and turned to Ling Ran. "By the way, Doctor Ling, you just said that you graduated from your undergraduate degree. Do you have any intention of studying for a PhD? If I study for a PhD, I'll be done in four to five years. "
"I don't plan to study for a PhD." Ling Ran did not wait for Huo Congjun's expression to change and gave a decisive answer.
He was already a person with a system. If he continued to study for a PhD, the efficiency would be too low.
Huo Congjun's old face instantly broke into a smile.
Feng Zhixiang was obviously disappointed, but he immediately said, "That's true. None of the doctoral students under me can perform hepatectomy as well as Doctor Ling."
Guo Mingcheng felt so awkward that he wanted to hide.
He started out as a doctoral student under Feng Zhixiang, and then he went from attending physician to associate chief physician. He worked his way up step by step.
As for today's surgery, Guo Mingcheng was really embarrassed to say that he was crushed. Ling Ran did not pressure him at all. He just performed the surgery with ease.
Guo Mingcheng's mind was still replaying the process of Ling Ran's surgery.
Guo Mingcheng had already noticed that if the surgery was performed by Ling Ran from the beginning, the situation would definitely be different. That hemangioma might not have played a role at all.
It was Guo Mingcheng who made the surgery difficult, and then … the surgery was still done by Ling Ran …
* Bang. *
Huo Congjun was the first to push open the door.
"Professor Feng, Professor Feng …" Ding Fan's children and family members immediately surrounded them.
Feng Zhixiang did not speak immediately. Instead, he looked at He Yuanzheng.
He Yuanzheng was the department director of the Department of Hepatobiliary and Pancreatic Surgery. He was the person who signed today's surgery. Even if he did not touch the scalpel, he still had to stand up.
He Yuanzheng cursed in his heart. Then, he slowly said, "The surgery was successful, but there were some problems during the surgery …"
Ding Fan's children and family members listened, and their faces were solemn.
The other doctors quietly left.
Ding Fan's second son had been working in society for decades. He was quick-witted. He stared at a doctor he knew and quietly followed him. Then, he found a corner and stopped him. He gave him a red packet and said softly, "Doctor Sun, what's wrong with my father's surgery? Can you tell me in detail?"
Doctor Sun wanted to reject the offer, but on second thought, he did not transfer the red packet to the patient's account through the hospital last year. Instead, he returned it to the patient directly. In the end, his medical ethics score was one point lower than others, so he did not get an advanced evaluation.
Hence, Doctor Sun was' forced 'to accept the red packet. He squeezed it with his hand and pondered before he said, "Your father's condition is indeed complicated. During the surgery, there was a lot of bleeding. Doctor Guo and Professor Feng couldn't control it, so Doctor Ling stopped the bleeding and finished the surgery …"
"Why … Why don't I understand?" The second son of the Ding Clan stopped Doctor Sun and refused to let him go.
"What I mean is that Doctor Ling's skills are better than the doctors from Beijing. You've got the wrong person." Doctor Sun was also from Yun Hua Hospital. When he said that, he sounded strangely straightforward.
"I kind of understand, but I'm also a little confused. This … is it a medical accident?"
"No."
"Then please tell me more." The second son of the Ding Clan handed over another small red packet.
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