The doctors gobbled up all twenty-six types of snacks before they returned to the operating theater in a mighty manner.
In the eyes of people from other professions, this style of doing things might be a little too strange, but none of the doctors in the operating theater found it strange.
The patient was sitting in the recovery room. If he did not seize the time to perform surgery on the patient, would he not be looking for trouble for himself if he kept delaying it?
To a certain extent, the doctors' labor intensity was high because they were forced to do so by diseases. Moreover, there was the problem of the doctor-patient ratio. If there were more doctors, relatively speaking, the burden of the doctors would definitely be reduced.
Of course, there would never be an ultimate solution to this kind of conflict. Just like now, when Professor Feng Zhixiang personally performed a surgery, it was definitely different from the surgery performed by ordinary attending physicians or assistant lecturers. Not only was there a difference between the chief surgeon, but there would also be a clear difference in other positions.
Unless Beijing University Sixth Hospital had other ideas or there was something wrong with their heads, when Professor Feng Zhixiang performed a surgery, they would definitely arrange the best surgery team, including the most experienced scrub nurse who could handle pressure, the smartest circulating nurse who could solve problems and was familiar with the environment, and the best anesthetist who was familiar with pharmacology, familiar with medicinal properties, experienced, and had enough sleep …
Needless to say, the operating theater used by Professor Feng Zhixiang would also be the best, and the instruments and materials would also be the best. Even if the patient was reluctant to use imported drugs or consumables, the hospital could still use them for him, and the final price would be calculated according to the price of domestic drugs.
Of course, all these were the details of medical treatment. Although it would be better to have a good result, the final decision of the surgery was not based on a few simple details.
Feng Zhixiang was also very clear about this. After he walked into the bathroom, the smile on his face disappeared, and he became a little more serious. He first asked Ling Ran, who was beside him, "Have you performed surgery for gallbladder cancer before?"
"No." Ling Ran washed his hands seriously. In this aspect, he was not like other doctors who felt burdened. Instead, he felt very relaxed and comfortable, and he wished that he could wash more.
Feng Zhixiang turned his head and looked at Ling Ran. He could not help but show a slight smile on his face, but he quickly hid it and said, "You haven't performed surgery for gallbladder cancer even once, and you dare to be my first assistant?"
Ling Ran calmly glanced at Feng Zhixiang and said, "I'm very familiar with the anatomy of the abdominal cavity. I've also performed cholecystectomy a few times. I'm also very good at lymphadenectomy and hepatectomy. You'll need me."
Feng Zhixiang was speechless. These were the words that he often used to scare his students. He did not expect that it would not work on Ling Ran at all.
"I almost forgot. You've been the chief surgeon many times." Feng Zhixiang sighed and coughed a few times. "If that's the case, if you're the chief surgeon, how are you going to assign tasks?"
So, Ling Ran began to seriously think about it.
When he was a chief surgeon, he had always paid attention to studying the abilities of his assistants and assigned them appropriately. This was the result of Ling Ran's many years of experience in team activities.
Although Ling Ran did not like social activities very much, he could not avoid participating in all kinds of team activities ever since he entered kindergarten. He would be asked to practice and communicate with the emporium in a choir, perform a play, and communicate with the emporium. He would also appear when raising the national flag or saying "Welcome, Welcome, Warm Welcome."
When he was older, he would always receive all kinds of invitations for various competitions, class activities, grade activities, school activities, district, provincial, and even national activities.
And after staying in the team for a long time, Ling Ran gradually understood that what the members of the team said was usually not the truth. This was especially so when they described their abilities, and it was even more unbelievable.
The members who liked team activities were most likely the members who liked to argue with each other the most, and the members who were good at completing tasks independently were most likely the best at shifting the blame.
As a serious and responsible student, Ling Ran gradually learned to make judgments by himself and not by the members of the team.
Similarly, when faced with Feng Zhixiang's inquiry, Ling Ran also stood in the position of the chief surgeon without any resistance and started to think about his own work arrangements.
"If I were you and let me assign my work …" Ling Ran's words were a little vague, but his thoughts and words soon became clear. "I would let myself read books first."
Feng Zhixiang was stunned for a moment. In the end, he could not help but smile. "Your thoughts are a little too direct, but … Hmm, do you want to read books first?"
"Okay, I'll read books first." Not only did Ling Ran not perform gallbladder cancer surgery before, but he also did not specifically read related information.
No doctor would really memorize all the medical books, even the most basic ones. Based on the catalog of teaching materials for five-year undergraduate clinical medicine majors, students needed to master a total of fifty-three basic medical books. There was no need to challenge other things. If a student really wanted to memorize all the contents of "Dermatology", he or she would most likely want to read it himself.
Even the doctors who were promoted by developed countries in Europe and America to be so cool that they would need a lot of money and a lot of time to read the books would first choose to read books when faced with unfamiliar diseases.
Unless they had memorized the information by heart, no matter how good their memory was, it would not be as good as flipping through books again. Because if they made a mistake, the patient's lawyer would definitely ask, "Why don't you flip through books?"
It was also very common for resident doctors and attending physicians in hospitals to flip through books before seeing patients. When they became assistant lecturers, it was not that they did not need to flip through books, but because their scope of treatment was narrower. On the other hand, they had their own office, so they could secretly flip through books.
But Ling Ran did not have the intention to read books secretly.
He did not enter the operating theater either. He just stood in the bathroom and looked at the surgery preparations through the glass. Then, he held a large book sent by a young doctor and slowly read it.
Therefore, the doctors in the visitation room saw Feng Zhixiang seriously performing the examination in the operating theater downstairs. Ling Ran, the highly anticipated first assistant, held a book and read it leisurely.
"You can pay attention to the stages of gallbladder cancer surgery. Later, when you open it, there should be pictures."
"Gallbladder cancer is generally associated with gallstones. Currently, we believe that physical stimulation is still a major factor. Later, you can verify it in person."
"You have to remember the steps of the surgery. This should not be a problem for you. However, you also need to see the situation when you open it up. Now, it's confirmed that the liver has been invaded. I don't know how the other internal organs are … "
Feng Zhixiang taught Ling Ran on the spot through the glass window. The atmosphere in the operating theater was so good that it was like a classroom. It was completely different from the teaching scene that the doctors understood.
The tube-wrecking assistant lecturer suddenly could not help but sigh. "Back then, for the sake of a surgery, I spent the first three days reading books and memorizing the case. In the end, when the chief surgeon performed the surgery, he only said three sentences to me in total."
"Which three sentences?"
"When we start, don't block the way. Move aside." The tone of the tube-wrecking assistant lecturer was heartbroken.
The 220-pound resident doctor secretly glanced at the tube-wrecking assistant lecturer's stomach and sighed as if they were in the same boat.
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