The Emergency Department of Beijing University Sixth Hospital was brightly lit.
The doctors came and left, and they looked at Ling Ran as if they were looking at a new shipment of live seafood. They were also like animals in a safari who came to look at a new shipment of real wild animals. They were also like the bosses in an antique market who heard that someone had bought a real antique.
Ling Ran debrided the wound of a man who was injured by a crab pincer. He then applied ointment on a child who was grazed. Then, he applied ointment on a middle school student who sprained his ankle. He only took an X-ray and prescribed medicine. He did not even treat the injury. An hour passed just like that.
Wang Anzhi's eyes were tired from watching from the front.
He was the associate hospital director. Although he was an associate hospital director, he was still one of the busiest people in the hospital. When other departments wanted to organize some activities, they would have to complete the preparatory work before they invited him.
To be honest, it had been a while since Wang Anzhi saw such … simple operations.
Even if it was a tour for interns or a performance for housemen, they would have to perform a slightly more difficult surgery.
Debridement and suturing could be said to be extremely low-level operations in the Emergency Department. Applying ointment was nothing. It was even more difficult to coax a child.
"Um … Doctor Ling, how long do you want to rest?" A young doctor raised an objection in a low voice when Wang Anzhi signaled him with his eyes.
Ling Ran did not hear the objection at all. He looked at the number 3/100 and waved at the child who came back to get the ointment to thank him. He said, "I'm not planning to rest."
"No … I mean, how long do you plan to do these small debridement and the like …"
"Didn't you say three days?" Ling Ran was very curious.
"Are you really going to do it for three days?" Wang Anzhi could not help but ask. 'It's fine if you want us to watch you perform hepatectomy for three days, but what's the point of using your face to coax a child? Do pediatricians have to test their faces in the future?'
Ling Ran was very puzzled by Wang Anzhi's question. He thought about it and asked hesitantly, "Are you short on patients?"
"That's not what I mean." Zuo Cidian could not bear to listen to it anymore. 'How can a good discussion fall through?'
He coughed a few times and said to Wang Anzhi, "Associate Hospital Director Wang, actually, Doctor Ling is … resting in the Emergency Department. He's giving all of you plenty of time to prepare. You asked Doctor Ling to come over to perform liver cancer surgeries. Don't tell me that you're only planning to perform one or two liver cancer surgeries?"
"Of course not. Our plan is to perform more than four surgeries. If Doctor Ling is willing and the situation permits, we can perform six or seven surgeries, or even better." Wang Anzhi looked very generous. For hospitals in Beijing, the cost of hiring a freelance surgeon was not a big deal. What mattered was the freelance surgeon itself. Compared to the embarrassment of hiring a freelance surgeon, money was nothing.
Zuo Cidian nodded. He had the same thought as well. After all, it was easy to boast about coming to Beijing to perform freelance surgeries.
In fact, if it were not for the fact that Ling Ran's trip would go smoothly, Yun Hua Hospital would definitely start boasting about it.
It could be imagined that once Ling Ran was done with his work and went back, he would still have to brag about what he needed to.
Compared to this kind of reputation, the freelance surgery fees for a few surgeries were really nothing.
Everyone did not have a limit on the number of freelance surgeries. The only requirement was the quality.
He smiled faintly and said, "Associate Hospital Director Wang, let's do as you said. Let's say that Doctor Ling wants to perform six surgeries. Do you have six patients who meet the requirements?"
Wang Anzhi scratched his head. "There will always be patients …"
"Doctor Ling's requirements for his surgeries are still quite harsh," Zuo Cidian said. "If the patient can be treated with conventional hepatectomy, why would he need to use the method of sending the patient's liver for examination during the surgery?"
"Isn't it very important that less liver tissue is sent for examination during the surgery, and the patient's prognosis, especially if the liver function is stronger?" When it came to medical issues, Wang Anzhi was not lacking in knowledge.
Zuo Cidian was speechless for two seconds. He immediately changed the topic and said, "Compared to a good prognosis, the value of saving a life is still greater. Since Beijing University Sixth Hospital has implemented this technique, shouldn't we first highlight its importance? "
Wang Anzhi thought about it and nodded. He said, "Alright, we can find a few more patients and do a screening. But if we find many patients in one go, will we be able to arrange the surgeries?"
Liver cancer surgeries were major surgeries with preoperative preparations and postoperative arrangements. The entire team had to work together.
In the early years, such surgeries would take a week or two just to prepare.
Zuo Cidian knew Ling Ran's style. He only smiled and said, "Doctor Ling, you do things very quickly. Moreover, our team often stays up late. If you find suitable patients, we will be able to arrange them."
"Alright, then it's up to you." Wang Anzhi decided to believe him.
Hiring freelance surgeons was originally meant to learn the other party's advanced skills and experience. It was reasonable to give them the corresponding space.
Wang Anzhi's gaze returned to Ling Ran.
A doctor in his twenties came to Beijing to perform freelance surgeries. If it were not for Xu Wen's insistence, Wang Anzhi would not have believed it even if he heard it from others, let alone agree to it.
"Do you want to take medicine or massage?" Ling Ran, who was done with the physical examination, asked on the spot without getting a medical checklist.
The young man who was lying on the examination table sat up. "I can even massage?"
"Of course."
"Then … how much does massage cost?" The young patient's voice lowered a little.
Ling Ran looked at the young doctor who was assigned to him. The latter quickly typed the word 'massage', looked at the computer, and said, "There are 15 RMB and 25 RMB."
"15 RMB," Ling Ran said.
"Then I'll massage." The young patient made a decision without any surprise.
Ling Ran asked him to lie down again. Then, he pressed his left hand with his right hand and massaged in a clockwise direction.
"What's wrong with me now?" The young man raised his head slightly and looked at Ling Ran's hand.
"The peristalsis of your intestines is too slow," Ling Ran said.
"What do you mean?" the young man asked curiously.
"Constipation." Ling Ran's answer was a little simpler this time.
The young man was surprised and shouted, "Constipation? Constipation? Constipation? "
Ling Ran only thought that he was asking a question, so he continued to explain, "In short, it's that your feces are being held back."
"I know. You don't have to explain in such detail …" The young man was flustered.
Ling Ran continued to massage. After about a minute or two, the young man's stomach started to growl.
The more Ling Ran massaged, the louder the young man's stomach growled. Then, he farted twice, got up, and ran to the toilet.
Unsurprisingly, his quest bar moved up another step.
Wang Anzhi and the others were dumbfounded. 'Did he hire someone to watch him massage his feces?'
Xu Wen was full of pride. "Doctor Ling, your strength is really good."
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