Ma Yanlin felt that he was a little amazing.
Who was Meng Shan? A few years ago, he had already shown his face in various academic conferences. He had published English SCI papers one after another, and from time to time, he would perform surgeries on athletes. His celebrity effect had not only spread to the medical circle, but people outside the circle also knew about him.
Because of this, Meng Shan started to make a scene in the hospital before he was forty years old and finally settled in a foreign hospital. He relied on his reputation and many celebrity patients …
Although Meng Shan was still a distance away from the internationally famous experts, so he could not recruit international basketball, tennis, badminton, and other international athletes from China, Meng Shan was already considered a top doctor in China.
If he came to Yun Hua Hospital, the director of the Orthopedics Department would definitely hang a banner to welcome him. The leaders of the hospital did not have to wear shoes, but they would still treat him with respect. Of course, this was only in terms of administrative treatment.
When it came to academics and medical treatment, Meng Shan could probably perform all the surgeries that the director of the Orthopedics Department of Yun Hua Hospital could perform. The director of the Orthopedics Department would have to think about the surgeries that Meng Shan performed before, but the medical treatment plan that Meng Shan proposed would definitely be carefully listened to and studied carefully by the director of the Orthopedics Department of Yun Hua Hospital and the resident doctors …
Ma Yanlin did not think that there was any problem with this. Meng Shan's status and level were very high.
But just now, Ma Yanlin debated with Meng Shan.
And it seemed that he won the debate.
Ma Yanlin replayed the process in his mind again and again.
"I won the debate?" Ma Yanlin was puzzled.
In the end, Ma Yanlin still came to a conclusion. 'I won the debate.'
Ma Yanlin guessed that Meng Shan might not be good at Achilles tendon repairs.
He might be better at Achilles tendon repairs than the director of the Orthopedics Department of Yun Hua Hospital. The director of the Orthopedics Department of Yun Hua Hospital had probably not performed this surgery for many years, but even the assistant lecturers and attending physicians who often performed this surgery would not be better than Meng Shan.
However, Ma Yanlin did more.
During the time he followed Ling Ran, Ma Yanlin performed at least two hundred Achilles tendon repairs with Ling Ran.
Not only that, Ma Yanlin was also the second and third author of the research papers on Achilles tendon repairs written by Ling Ran. He also provided a lot of cases. Most importantly, Ma Yanlin had also done a lot of chief surgeries for Achilles tendon repairs.
To a certain extent, Ma Yanlin's knowledge of the Achilles tendon repair technique might be even greater than Meng Shan's.
The confidence that came with this made Ma Yanlin swell up, and he became obsessed with it.
No matter what the reason was, defeating Meng Shan was enough for a young doctor to brag about for a few years. Perhaps he could brag about it for the rest of his life. After all, many young doctors only had a few minutes of glory …
"You can't tell me yet." Zuo Cidian's earnest advice kept ringing in Ma Yanlin's ears. "If you tell them, the Orthopedics Department will definitely not let them go. This is obviously a brain drain, and the department director will be embarrassed. We can't let that happen!"
Ma Yanlin had to endure for a long time before he managed to suppress his desire to boast.
After all, he was clear-headed. He had followed Ling Ran for more than a year, and the things he had learned were enough for him to go against Meng Shan. If he were to follow Ling Ran for a few more years, he might be able to learn things that would allow him to go against Meng Shan for the rest of his life. And when it came to bragging … it was only natural that he could brag about it for the rest of his life.
"Doctor Ling, there are two patients who need Achilles tendon repair today. They are normal patients, and I want to give it a try." During the preoperative consultation, Ma Yanlin made his request.
His hands really wanted to perform surgeries, and he could not even suppress them.
Ling Ran sat at the end of the table and looked at the timetable in his hands calmly. He said, "There are a lot of surgeries today, and I might not have time to go over. Can you do it yourself?"
Whether a senior doctor took care of a junior doctor would have a decisive impact on the decision-making of a junior doctor.
It was like whether there was a standard answer to a question.
If someone gave a standard answer to a question of the same level of difficulty, the process could always be made up, and it was not difficult to guess the train of thought. But if there was no standard answer, the process would be very complicated.
Similarly, without a senior doctor taking care of a junior doctor, a junior doctor might fall into a state of confusion after making a lot of decisions. It was often easy for them to be in a state of, 'Did I make a mistake just now? Did I make a mistake? I must have made a mistake! '
However, normal Achilles tendon repairs were relatively easy among orthopedic surgeries, and Ma Yanlin was already capable of doing it.
Besides, he took the initiative to suggest it, so why would he deny himself?
Ma Yanlin nodded with certainty. "I can do it."
"Zuo Cidian, take a look at Ma Yanlin." Ling Ran looked around and assigned Zuo Cidian to Ma Yanlin.
Ma Yanlin was a houseman, and he could not perform surgeries on his own. Zuo Cidian … was actually not much better, but he was still a resident doctor.
Ma Yanlin nodded excitedly. He then stood up and had the urge to perform surgery immediately.
He stood up and noticed that it was still completely dark outside the window.
The preoperative consultation at four o 'clock in the morning was, of course, in the dark.
Ma Yanlin calmed down, twisted his waist, and sat in the middle of the devil's ivy and spider plants.
Zuo Cidian looked at Ma Yanlin's waist in envy and said, "Your waist is tired? You need a good waist to perform surgeries. "
"My wife is studying. Her waist is too weak, and her hands are tired," Ma Yanlin said as he held Zuo Cidian's hand and said, "Doctor Zuo, it's a pleasure working with you."
…..
Six o 'clock.
Ma Yanlin opened the Achilles tendon of the first patient.
He used minimally invasive surgery using the achillon method. After anesthesia, he tied a tourniquet on the thigh and made an incision at the Achilles tendon rupture that was marked.
For ordinary patients, the Zhu-Ling Achilles Repair Technique, which often took a month to recover, was not necessary, especially for patients who had not become sports enthusiasts by the age of thirty. Using minimally invasive surgery to suture the Achilles tendon would not prevent them from participating in sports at the age of thirty-one, and their performance would not change much.
For Ma Yanlin, it was not enough for him to perform the Zhu-Ling Achilles Repair Technique, but it was more than enough for him to perform minimally invasive surgery.
Even in the Orthopedics Department, young doctors also used the occasionally obtained Achilles tendons to practice.
The three-inch incision was slightly larger than the usual incision, but it was still in line with the norms.
Ma Yanlin carefully located the ruptured Achilles tendon, then combined the two internal angles of the achillon method and inserted it from the periaponeurosis to the proximal Achilles tendon.
"Tissue forceps." Ma Yanlin asked for the instrument and said in a slightly rusty manner, "Doctor Zuo, use gauze to clean the periphery."
"Okay," Zuo Cidian answered and said, "Gauze."
When the nurse passed him the gauze, Ma Yanlin cleaned the blood-contaminated field of vision so that it would be easier for Ma Yanlin to operate.
It would be a lie if Zuo Cidian said that he was not envious of Ma Yanlin. Just like Lu Wenbin, Ma Yanlin's chances of becoming a chief surgeon were gradually increasing. If he could end up in the Emergency Department instead of the Orthopedics Department, Ma Yanlin would definitely be able to get more and better opportunities.
Zuo Cidian also wanted such opportunities, but he was not in a hurry.
Age made his energy and stamina decrease, but it also made Zuo Cidian's endurance increase.
He believed that he would always be able to wait for a suitable opportunity for himself.
* Shick. *
The door of the operating theater was opened.
Ling Ran wore a mask and entered with his hands behind his back. He stood beside Ma Yanlin without saying a word.
"Doctor Ling …" Ma Yanlin felt a little guilty.
"Continue, let me take a look." Ling Ran had Perfect Level Achilles Tendon Repair Technique. He only needed to take a look at the patient's condition to know the progress of the surgery. Although there were many problems that could be discussed, Ling Ran did not think that there was a need to immediately point out any mistakes when it came to the basics.
Ma Yanlin was adjusting the Achilles tendon to facilitate the suture. With Ling Ran beside him, he could not help but panic a little.
Ling Ran watched quietly and did not rush him.
Gradually, Ma Yanlin also got used to Ling Ran being beside him.
The ruptured Achilles tendon was finally adjusted between the two inner horns of the Achillon.
Ma Yanlin could not help but breathe a sigh of relief. "Guide needle, suture."
He was going to start suturing.
Once, twice, thrice …
Ling Ran watched as his movements became more and more certain. He then slowly said, "There are more patients who need Achilles tendon repair. Ma Yanlin will take over later."
"Another one?" Ma Yanlin was extremely happy.
"Two," Ling Ran said.
"Four patients with Achilles tendon ruptures in a day?" Zuo Cidian clicked his tongue. "It's like Chinese New Year."
"They all came from eastern Guangdong to seek treatment," Ling Ran said, "Come to me if you have any problems."
After Ling Ran said that, he stepped open the door of the operating theater and left.
Ma Yanlin could not help but smack his lips and said to Zuo Cidian, "Eastern Science Hospital is from eastern Guangdong."
"Hmm, it might just be a coincidence." Zuo Cidian's old face was wrinkled and yellowish. His expression was calm, and he looked like a stable dental calculus.
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