The breakfast cafeteria of Beijing University Sixth Hospital was filled with laughter.
Doctors who were dressed in large white coats or scrubs ran around with plates of food in their hands. They would get a bowl of tofu pudding, a cup of soy milk, and a cup of soy milk …
Today's breakfast was free. It could be said that it was the most generous breakfast gathering in Beijing University Sixth Hospital in recent years.
The doctors and nurses who went to the hospital for surgery in the early hours of the morning, as well as the medical staff who came to the hospital in advance, joined in. They did not mind the tofu pudding, soy milk, and other delicacies at all.
Zhang Anmin drank two bowls of tofu pudding in one go, ate a bowl of braised pork, ate some Jiaoquan, and poured himself a cup of soy milk. He exuded the joy of taking advantage of others.
Zuo Cidian, who was also so poor that he could not even afford to change his underwear, showed the experience of a middle-aged man in the workplace who had been poor for half his life. He did not drink the tofu pudding, which was a waste of time. He first poured three bowls of soy milk in one go, then brought a few fried dough sticks to the table and served Ling Ran to eat first. Then, he went back to scoop up the braised food. When he came back, he passed the braised food to Ling Ran and drank two cups of soy milk in one go. When he went to get other food, he would not be hungry, and the leader would not be anxious either.
Xu Wen, who grew up learning the skills of hundreds of families, did not have the reservation of doctors in Beijing hospitals. In front of many colleagues, he helped Ling Ran prepare the seasonings, took the chopsticks, wiped the table, handed tissues, and tried his best to introduce the specialties of each breakfast.
The food in Beijing had always been based on stories, such as rolling donkey dumplings and noodles with soybean paste. If they added stories, they would only score six or seven points, which was the same as Quanjude roast duck. Even if Quanjude roast duck had a story, it would only score eight points. It could not compete with high-end hotpot, and it did not match the status of Beijing.
It was easy to imagine how miserable it would be to eat Beijing snacks without a story.
Xu Wen used his mouth and the stories he had accumulated over the past twenty years to increase the value of the breakfast.
During the meal, the guests and the host enjoyed it.
At the end, the chefs of Beijing University Sixth Hospital even served a bowl of braised liver, which was very popular.
The group of doctors were like children, happily showing off the liver they had snatched.
"The upper left lateral lobe is the most delicious part."
"The left inner lobe of S4."
"Mine looks like a square leaf. It's slightly thick."
"It's a bit like the lower segmental branch that Doctor Ling cut today, isn't it? Aiya, don't tell me this pig has cancer. "
"A pig that's not even a year old. Even if it's primary liver cancer, it might not show up. Why don't you look in the mirror and see if you're that lucky?"
Ling Ran listened to their conversation with interest and ate a few pieces of liver.
When Xu Wen saw that Ling Ran was happy, he was also full of smiles. "The chef in the cafeteria will be able to make more of the less valuable ingredients, and the easier it will be for him. When I first entered the hospital, I often ate pig liver and rabbit meat. At that time, we often used rabbits to practice. "
"Pig liver is not too expensive." Zuo Cidian also picked up a piece of liver and examined it for a while. He had no idea what it was, so he quickly stuffed it into his mouth and mumbled, "It's a pity that pig livers can't be transplanted into humans. Otherwise, it would save us a lot of trouble."
"I heard that there is a related research going on, but it's hard to say if there will be any results," Xu Wen said casually. He then said, "Doctor Ling, do you want to rest for a while? What time do you think is suitable for the next seminar? "
"Let's just start," Ling Ran answered.
"Okay." Xu Wen guessed that he was thinking the same. If Ling Ran was willing to rest, he should have rested yesterday. There was no need for him to rest after the surgery.
When Associate Hospital Director Wang Zhian saw that Ling Ran was full and the table was empty, he walked over with a smile and greeted him. He also talked about the seminar. For them, performing surgeries was one thing, but the seminar was also the main event.
It was only possible to promote it after the conclusion of the seminar.
Everyone then moved to the conference room. The layout this time was simpler than that of Yunli Medical Company, but there were more doctors participating.
Meng Shan also entered the conference room.
Old Hei still had to work, so he could not stay up late to follow him.
The doctors sat in the big conference room in a mess. For a promotion conference of this level, the organizer naturally hoped that the more, the better. They would not have any additional requirements for the participants.
The scene of today's surgery was soon shown on the big screen in the conference room.
Wang Zhian smiled and said to Ling Ran, "Doctor Ling, today's seminar is specially held for you. Why don't you explain it to everyone first? "
He took out a laser pointer and waited for a few seconds before he said, "Now, it's time for the incision. Hmm … the main problem is choosing the position of the incision. Since I've seen the MRI scan before, I plan to perform an irregular hepatectomy. This is also the current mainstream choice. Compared to a regular hepatectomy, it can reduce intraoperative bleeding and shorten the surgery time … In order to fully expose the surgical field, I've chosen the current position of the incision. The distance of the incision also needs to be carefully controlled …"
Ling Ran said a long list of things with just one surgery.
As the video went on, Ling Ran had too many things to say, and he was pressed for time. So, Ling Ran's words quickly became simple. "Here, we found intrahepatic metastasis. Intrahepatic metastasis is not scary. We just need to handle it well. The main concern is the surgery time. Elderly people do not have good tolerance … Oh, now we need to handle the portal vein first. The portal vein is the most commonly encountered complicated problem in liver surgery. We will use a special plan here …"
For Ling Ran, the liver cancer surgeries over the past few days were not completely without results.
For him, Master Level Hepatectomy could be said to be a master. Now that he intentionally increased the difficulty of the surgery, it was just in line with his skill level. Therefore, Ling Ran soon came up with his own conclusion.
Even if he did not use the Virtual Human, Ling Ran's conclusion could actually increase the survival rate of liver cancer patients.
The doctors in the room also listened very seriously.
Honestly, for doctors in Beijing, although there were many opportunities for communication, freelance surgeries from other provinces like this were very rare. Therefore, doctors in Beijing could easily come into contact with the advanced experience of foreign countries, and there were very few opportunities for horizontal communication.
If they wanted horizontal communication, they would have to go out for freelance surgeries or meetings.
This kind of feeling was a little like the disciples of famous sects. They would either train hard in the sect or visit otherworldly masters. Only when they trained hard would they have the chance to travel the world.
But before that, it was actually not a bad thing to have a better understanding of the world. Moreover, they might grow faster.
Most of the doctors listened very seriously. Only Meng Shan gradually became tired, and he could not help but scratch his ears and cheeks.
"I can't wait any longer." Meng Shan frowned. The number of simps was about to increase. If he waited any longer, Ling Ran's expectations would probably soar.
Meng Shan patted the briefcase on his waist. There was a bank card with 100,000 RMB in it.
This amount was not a lot, but it was not a small amount either. Meng Shan felt that it should be enough to show his sincerity.
Meng Shan held the 100,000 RMB and looked forward to it.
Finally, it was time for the seminar to end. Meng Shan could not help but stand up.
"Thank you for your participation. You can eat in the restaurant next door later …" A few pharmaceutical sales representatives suddenly appeared in the meeting room and gave out brochures one by one.
The pharmaceutical sales representative who gave it to Meng Shan was even more outstanding …
"Are you a sales representative from Yunli Medical Company?" Meng Shan looked at him in surprise.
"Not really." Tian Qi, who was helping to give out brochures, smiled beautifully and said, "I just want to do something for Doctor Ling."
Meng Shan nodded subconsciously and then looked at what she was wearing.
Meng Shan, who often gave gifts to his mistresses, immediately saw the Hermes platinum bag in Tian Qi's hand. It was at least 100,000 RMB. When he looked at the top of the bag, he could see that she was wearing a Rolex from Panda Dior, and it seemed to also cost at least 100,000 RMB.
Meng Shan patted his briefcase with 100,000 RMB, and he suddenly felt a little nervous.
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