"Send it to the Medical Laboratory Department." Ling Ran took out a piece of liver, put it into a transparent glass cup, covered it, and put it into a small incubator. Then, he asked the nurse who had been waiting for him to send it away.
As they watched the young nurse leave, the doctors in the operating theater crossed their arms and waited.
If it were a normal surgery, this would naturally be the time for them to laugh and chat.
In fact, it would be normal for the entire surgery to be filled with laughter and chatting. It was also normal for them to be cursing and chatting. However, the surgery today was recorded, and there were experts watching it. Even if it was just an act, everyone had to pretend that they were doing their job and not chatting.
It was the same even now. The doctors and nurses, who could walk around freely, did not want to become the people being pointed at in the video. Hence, all of them obediently crossed their hands, and they looked like a group of people playing "one, two, three, three, wooden people".
In the visitation room, the doctors were either standing or sitting in the form of wooden figures for a long time.
Today's surgery was too exaggerated, so much so that the high-ranking doctors were greatly shocked. This situation was like a group of amateur fifth dan Go players following two and a half professional first dan Go players to watch a game between two masters, and then suddenly realized that the other side's level seemed to be so high that they could not understand it.
This kind of scene was actually a little embarrassing.
Zhu Tongyi was fine. He was a doctor from the Department of Engineering, and he did not have outstanding skills. But Professor Feng Zhixiang could not help but remember the scene when he was a freelance surgeon in Yun Hua Hospital.
Honestly speaking, although everyone said that a horse would stumble and a bird would peck its eye when it was trying to hit a goose, Feng Zhixiang knew in his heart that he really could not do anything when he faced the patient who lost a lot of blood that day. In fact, it was normal that he could not do anything. When surgeons performed surgery, patients would always die. Even though it was a very bad experience for a patient to die on the operating table, there would still be patients who died on the operating table. This was modern medicine. Even if doctors warned them repeatedly, and even if countless safety measures were taken, clinical medicine was still not safe.
However, the patient who lost a lot of blood was still saved by Ling Ran. At that time, Feng Zhixiang actually knew that Ling Ran's standard was really very high. Considering that his position was in the Emergency Department, Feng Zhixiang once thought that Ling Ran was a genius doctor, and he was very good at emergency treatment, which he was good at.
Today's surgery proved that it was far more than that.
Ling Ran was indeed a genius doctor, but not only was he good at the Emergency Department, he was also very good at hepatobiliary and pancreatic surgery! It was even possible that Ling Ran's skills were better than Feng Zhixiang's …
There would always be talented people in every generation, and it was not incomprehensible for doctors in the real world to have their clinical skills crushed.
With Feng Zhixiang's status, he had long since stopped focusing on his clinical skills. However, when he considered Ling Ran's age and Ling Ran's level, Feng Zhixiang felt that Ling Ran had not just surpassed him. It was still unknown whether there were any doctors in Beijing whose clinical skills could reach Ling Ran's level.
Most importantly, Ling Ran's skills were only limited to clinical operations.
Today's liver examination was a very creative development of clinical skills. It was also Feng Zhixiang's original intention for coming here.
What they did not expect was that before the main course was served, the appetizers that Ling Ran served to everyone had already shocked everyone.
Ring ring ring.
The phone in the operating theater rang.
The nervous circulating nurse who was waiting on the phone immediately picked up the microphone. "Operating Theater 1."
Everyone turned to look at the direction of the phone.
"The borders are clear." The circulating nurse suppressed her excitement, put down the phone, and reported solemnly.
In the operating theater, people exhaled softly, and there was laughter.
Everyone relaxed. The clear borders meant that the tumor was completely removed. Although there was still delicate work left, it was not the same concept as the difficulty of removing the tumor.
In the visitation room, the group of doctors still remained quiet.
If they had to say it, this was the content they wanted to see today. If they calculated the time, the total time was about ten minutes. However, if they were to go back and retell today's experience, no one would probably focus on the part of the liver examination.
"Ling Ran is still very well-prepared to treat elderly and high-risk patients." Associate Hospital Director Wang felt that the visitation room should not be so quiet. The atmosphere was too stiff.
"It's not just well-prepared. Doctor Ling's skills have really reached a high level. I think that when it comes to elderly and high-risk patients, Doctor Ling should be ranked at the top." To prove that he was not a simple-minded person, the assistant lecturer, who had damaged the blood vessel fragment, flapped his wings hard, hoping to make Ling Ran a little more famous.
Associate Hospital Director Wang glanced at him, smiled, and said, "The part of the liver examination during the surgery is also very imaginative."
"This is mainly because we did not pay too much attention to it in the past. In fact, fine precision medicine is the direction of development in the future. In the past, people did stomach cancer and pancreatic cancer, and they did this slowly. We can actually do the same …" The assistant lecturer who crushed the tube desperately wanted to change the topic.
Associate Hospital Director Wang listened to him a little. He nodded slightly and said, "If we have to say it, the technical difficulty of completely replicating Ling Ran's surgery is still relatively high. It is indeed difficult to treat elderly and high-risk patients with many basic diseases, and it is not the mainstream right now. However, the aging population is so serious now, and there are more and more patients with chronic diseases. The reality also forces us to further liberate our minds …"
When he spoke this time, the assistant lecturer who had just asked and answered questions to ease the atmosphere was too embarrassed to answer. How many research directions could be formed when the words "elderly and high-risk patients with many basic diseases" were taken apart and played with? It was very difficult for a normal doctor to solve it in one go.
This kind of difficulty was actually like a mathematics question in middle school. Needless to say, questions that tested one knowledge point were all idiots! Questions that tested two knowledge points were already a little interesting, and those who could not solve it were all idiots! But what about questions that tested three knowledge points? As long as they could solve it, everyone else would be idiots! As for questions that mixed up more than four knowledge points, they were usually "all idiots in the class", or "so we are all idiots, we are so happy". If someone could solve it, it would be "our class has a traitor".
As a normal associate chief physician in Beijing University Sixth Hospital, the assistant lecturer in the tube-crushing field did not have a high pursuit of skills. Being able to become a department director was something he only dared to dream about at night. It was not as if he had just hatched from an egg. After going through the battles of the high school entrance examination, the torment of his medical school days, the torment of his life as a resident doctor, and the torment of being an attending physician, the assistant lecturer in the tube-crushing field already knew that he was not a super genius.
In the hospital system, especially when he worked in tertiary Grade A hospitals in Beijing, geniuses were all stepping stones. The assistant lecturer knew that he was not a God of Fortune, and he had long since stopped hoping that he would become the child that God liked the most.
The assistant lecturer did not dare to answer the obvious desire in Hospital Director Wang's words. If he were to fall for it, it would be all troublesome.
Hospital Director Wang looked around and realized that the doctors in his hospital were avoiding his gaze. He could not help but feel angry.
Hospital Director Wang coughed a few times and said, "Actually, what I want is to put the examination room closer to the operating theater. This way, the speed of examination can be increased, and we can also think of a way to install better rapid examination instruments in the examination room. We can also increase the number of examiners, and pressure training can better support the clinical work … "
As he said this, the people in Beijing University Sixth Hospital suddenly became lively.
The examination room being close to the operating theater meant that they had to demolish and rebuild it. Equipping the rapid inspection equipment was extremely expensive, and the establishment of the inspection staff was even more delightful …
"The patient's age can also be lowered a little."
"The number and severity of the underlying diseases also need to be controlled, or else, it will be like the patient just now, and blood will spurt out directly."
A few doctors nodded and cooperated with Hospital Director Wang.
The doctors from other hospitals pretended not to understand and just looked at the operating theater below. This was the internal affairs of Beijing University Sixth Hospital. They could buy as many instruments as they wanted … Oh, I'm so envious …
Some people even could not help but think, 'This is a good excuse. We can buy instruments, and we can increase the number of examiners … The patient can also benefit.' However, they still needed to learn Ling Ran's skills. They had to have a goal so that they could have room for imagination …
"How many more surgeries does Doctor Ling have?" a doctor asked.
"There are a few of them." Associate Hospital Director Wang was also a little nervous. He looked at the doctors from other hospitals who wanted to poach him at any time and thought to himself, 'It's really difficult to do things nowadays. If I do it secretly and keep a low profile, I won't be able to do it. If I do it in a high profile, someone will come and snatch me away.'
Fortunately, they did not delve too deeply into this topic, because Ling Ran's voice came from the operating theater below the visitation room. "Today's surgery ends here. The surgery is complete."
On the stage, everyone applauded.
Dean Wang took two steps forward and turned on the intercom function.
Applause rang out in the laboratory below the stage.
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