Beijing.
Professor Feng Zhixiang sat in the front row of the lecture hall and looked at the 156-inch display screen in front of him.
Ever since he went to Yun Hua Hospital for a freelance surgery that was not so successful, Professor Feng Zhixiang began to pay attention to the development of Yun Hua Hospital and Ling Ran. This time, Yunli Medical Company, which had just started to expand its business in Beijing, proposed to connect to Yun Hua Hospital's surgery HD signal. Professor Feng Zhixiang immediately agreed without even discussing the price.
Behind Feng Zhixiang were many of his disciples, including Guo Mingcheng, as well as many of his grand-disciples.
The display screen showed the scene in Yun Hua Hospital's Operating Theater 1. The lip-shaped liver was cut out, and it was slightly oozing blood. It looked very fresh …
Ling Ran's young voice came from the speaker.
"Pay attention to the position of the ligament.
"Now tie the knot.
"Suture the fracture …"
Only Ling Ran's voice and the beeping sounds of the instruments could be heard from the speaker. It sounded like a young lion patrolling its territory, and only the simple chirping of birds could be heard.
In the lecture hall, only the sound from the speaker could be heard.
Professor Feng Zhixiang was an old lion king.
Feng Zhixiang, who started his career in the General Surgery Department, nurtured batches of high-ranking doctors who were engaged in the Department of Hepatobiliary and Pancreatic Surgery, the Department of Digestive Surgery, and the Department of Colorectal Surgery … There were also general surgeons like him who continued to hold the power of the General Surgery Department and nurtured generations of disciples and grand-disciples.
Today, Feng Zhixiang, who had the title of associate hospital director, had unquestionable authority in the field of medicine.
However, what Feng Zhixiang cared about was medicine itself, not authority.
Authority served medicine. If he did not have this awareness, Feng Zhixiang would have long since entered an institution like the Health Bureau and retired.
Behind Feng Zhixiang, the doctors who respected him, loved him, and were willing to follow him mostly did so out of the pursuit of medicine. At least at this stage, they still pursued medicine …
Everyone could not help but hold their breaths as they looked at the operation on the screen with a medical perspective.
"It was a little risky." Feng Zhixiang could not help but sigh heavily when he heard the results of the first test.
Seeing that the professor had spoken, the expressions of his disciples behind him were not so serious.
"Haven't we tried sending the test during the surgery before? It didn't work. Ling Ran still took it for granted. How could he use such a new trick in surgery observation? "Xiong Zhongran, who was more mature among his disciples, sighed.
"Maybe that was his plan all along. If it's successful, it'll naturally be for the best. If it's not successful, sending it for an intraoperative examination will be considered a relatively new experience … "Another young disciple quietly made a suggestion.
Feng Zhixiang said firmly, "There's no need for Ling Ran."
When the boss said this, the lackeys shut up even more decisively.
Guo Mingcheng, who had been to Yun Hua Hospital with Ling Ran and had been dazzled by him, intentionally added, "There's nothing wrong with Ling Ran's hepatectomy and bleeding control skills. If he wanted to make a name for himself, he wouldn't have to go through so much trouble and make it so complicated."
"His mechanics are indeed strong."
"Surgeons don't just need to perform surgeries."
The disciples discussed in whispers, causing their grand-disciples to tremble in fear.
Although they were disciples, they were still Feng Zhixiang's disciples. When they walked out of the classroom, all of them were department directors and chief physicians.
Even among his disciples, the number of assistant lecturers was already in the double digits. Many of them followed their martial uncles to perform surgeries, but they were still trembling with fear, and they could be scolded at any time. In comparison, if any doctor's medical case could enter this lecture hall, it would already be a great honor.
Being discussed as "strong" and even being said to be "not just need to perform surgeries" with slight jealousy, it could be said that it completely overturned the understanding of many young doctors.
Everyone could not help but shift their gaze to the screen.
On the big screen, the camera just happened to lift slowly, and it shifted from the surgical field to the inside of the operating theater.
The person in charge of filming was a cameraman from Yunli Medical Company. While the surgery was almost paused, he took the opportunity to show Yun Hua Hospital's operating theater, especially the instruments and equipment.
As surgical observers, if other doctors wanted to learn from Yun Hua Hospital's way of doing things, the best way was to replicate everything in Yun Hua Hospital's operating theater, including the medical equipment, instruments, and drugs.
This was just like when a designer wanted to replicate the decoration of a room. A high-end designer could naturally make some minor adjustments or major changes, but if a junior designer wanted to replicate someone else's decoration, it would be best for him to buy the same materials and use the same tools …
Everyone's gaze was indeed attracted by some instruments and equipment, and some people even remembered the huge sign with [Yunli Medical Company] written on it. However, the one who attracted the most attention was still Ling Ran.
The lecture hall became quiet again.
They watched Ling Ran cut off the second piece of liver and sent it for another examination.
Feng Zhixiang was deep in thought.
His disciples and disciples who were familiar with him obediently returned to their seats and pretended to be deep in thought.
A few minutes later, Feng Zhixiang raised his head and said, "Ling Ran might have found a way."
"Why?" a few of his disciples asked in unison.
"By sending it for examination again and again, he's forcing himself and the patient into a dead end. Unless Ling Ran knows where the path to survival lies, I don't think he will do this." Feng Zhixiang analyzed and then pointed at the screen, which was being turned around, and said, "Look at Ling Ran's face. If he doesn't have confidence, it's impossible for him to have such an expression."
Everyone then looked at Ling Ran's face.
The lecture hall fell into silence again.
* Ring, ring, ring. *
In Yun Hua Hospital's Operating Theater 1, a bell rang through the speakers, and it was a little deafening.
"The edges are clear."
"Abdominal closure."
The conversation between the nurse and Ling Ran was heard one after another, and it instantly broke the silence in the lecture hall.
"He guessed it?"
"He cut it clean?"
"How did he do it?"
Quite a few people shouted out loud.
Guo Mingcheng, who had seen Ling Ran's skills with his own eyes, was even more certain. "Ling Ran must have found something."
While the other doctors were still pondering over his words, Feng Zhixiang slowly nodded. "It's possible."
"Sending liver cancer for examination? How dare he think about it?"
Feng Zhixiang sneered. "Of course, he dares to think about it if his skills are good. Do you know why I emphasize on basic skills?"
All the doctors shook their heads obediently.
"Because if your basic skills are good enough, even if you think wrong and make a mistake during the surgery, you can still save the patient." Feng Zhixiang's answer surprised everyone.
Feng Zhixiang said again, "Young Guo, think about it. Invite Ling Ran over to give us a lecture."
"Invite Ling Ran over to give a lecture in the hospital?" Guo Mingcheng agreed, but he could not help but feel a little guilty.
"Yes, we'll talk about this surgery," Feng Zhixiang answered seriously.
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