Feng Zhixiang slowly looked around the operating theater. He was not in a hurry to start the surgery.
His preparation for surgery was already very slow, especially when it was a major surgery like gallbladder cancer. Feng Zhixiang was not in a hurry to start the surgery.
He was not like many young doctors who would start the surgery in a hurry when it was their turn to perform a demonstration surgery or a live surgery. They were afraid that the audience would become impatient and the number of people would decrease.
At Professor Feng Zhixiang's age and status, he did not care. If other doctors were willing to learn, he would not be stingy. But if other doctors were not willing to learn, he was too lazy to guide them.
In the current hospital, there were not a lot of doctors who were willing to learn. For doctors, learning resources were still pathetically little. It was not easy to get a chance to learn from a big shot. The operating theater was crowded with people.
"The patient is ready," the resident doctor in charge of the bed reported excitedly.
He could be said to be completely lucky to be able to enter the operating theater. Although he was only operating the retractor, it was already very perfect for a young doctor to be able to watch the surgery at a close distance and have limited communication with Professor Feng Zhixiang.
This was also why Feng Zhixiang wanted a subordinate who could operate the retractor so that it would be easier to command. So, he would rather have a resident doctor in charge of the bed than an attending physician who did not know the situation.
Anyway, they were all operating the retractor, and the young doctors had better stamina.
The second assistant was naturally Xu Wen. He was originally a very famous associate chief physician in Beijing University Sixth Hospital. Although he did not speak much, he had many mentors, and his skills were good, so he was always popular.
At this time, Feng Zhixiang turned to look at Ling Ran outside the window. He smiled and thought, "Are you done watching? I'm going to start."
"I'll start washing my hands." Ling Ran said and poked his head in again. He said to the young doctors who were standing in the operating theater and looking around, "Who is free, help me take the book."
"I'll do it!" A young female doctor who was wearing a large white coat and still had a good figure raised her hand so high that the curve of her body changed.
"Thank you." Ling Ran handed the book to her and gestured for her to hold it in front of him. Then, he started to wash his hands.
Surgeons had the habit of ordering people around, or rather, they had the habit of using people as tools. Take the assistant who operated the retractor as an example. It was just a tool that was convenient to operate the retractor. Of course, when the chief surgeon was in a good mood, he would also tease the assistant who operated the retractor, ask him a few questions, and fiddle with his knowledge system. Similarly, there were also assistants for suction, especially before mechanical suction machines became popular. There were also suction machines that could be stepped on, so there was a need for assistants.
What Ling Ran needed now was a bookshelf.
The female doctor from Beijing University Sixth Hospital held the book in front of her chest and looked at Ling Ran with a smile on her face. She looked like a medalist on television. However, Ling Ran still just washed his hands and read the book. He also said, "Turn the page, thank you."
"My name is Liu Yilin," the female doctor whispered her name.
"Hello." Ling Ran was still very polite. He swept his gaze over the female doctor, Liu Yilin.
Liu Yilin still looked very happy. She quietly clenched her fists and thought to herself, 'I guessed that Doctor Ling would definitely need help just now. Next, I will also be more vigilant.'
"Thank you." Ling Ran nodded, wiped his hands, turned around, and entered the operating theater.
Liu Yilin clenched her fists and followed him in. Her strong aura made the male doctors in the operating theater feel ashamed, and they quietly stepped back.
Feng Zhixiang clicked his tongue and said with a smile, "Doctor Ling, you really make people envious."
After he said that, he waved his hand again and said, "Since everyone is here, let's start. Let's open the abdominal cavity first and see what's going on. "
Regardless of whether it was an MRI scan or a B-scan ultrasound, the conclusion given by the imaging information was not as direct as the visual observation. Of course, this was also because surgeons were more capable of processing information obtained through visual observation.
The core problem encountered in the early stage of the promotion of laparoscopy and other techniques was also the problem of surgeons' habits.
This was a special characteristic of doctors, unlike pilots or soldiers. If the airline company wanted to change planes, the pilots would have to try their best to adapt to it. If it was really not possible, they would consider other ways. It was the same for soldiers. If the army wanted to change equipment, the professional soldiers on the frontline had a relatively weak say.
However, doctors naturally had a strong say in what kind of equipment they used.
Some doctors might use the same model of scalpel, or a certain endotherm knife, and so on. Even if this model had been eliminated, as long as the doctor used it well, he could continue to use it. The effect of the surgery was the final decision.
Relatively speaking, there was still a certain degree of resistance to drugs. However, it was also very common for professional doctors to prescribe drugs not according to the recommended symptoms of drugs or prescribe drugs that were beyond the standard.
Based on Feng Zhixiang's age, it was inevitable for him to be obsessed with visual surgery.
In this regard, there was also a natural difference between him and Ling Ran.
"Scalpel." Feng Zhixiang's smile was hidden under the mask.
He had always liked to guide young doctors. Perhaps it was because of this that Feng Zhixiang's reputation rose, and it became more prominent as he grew older. Feng Zhixiang's General Surgery Department was not like the General Surgery Departments of other hospitals, which were divided into seven or eighteen small departments. This was because of the scale of the General Surgery Department, as well as Feng Zhixiang's personality.
Ling Ran stood in front of Feng Zhixiang and looked down. He was still thinking about the contents of the book in his mind.
After being the chief surgeon for a long time, Ling Ran was also very relaxed when he returned to being an assistant.
"Hmm … let me see." Feng Zhixiang opened the patient's abdominal cavity with light movements and said, "Although laparotomy is a simple step, we still have to be careful. Moreover, the process of laparotomy can help the surgeon get into the right state. We have to realize that we are cutting open the human body and treating diseases, not simple mechanical work."
Ling Ran hummed as if he was asked a question in class.
Feng Zhixiang asked for an endotherm knife again. His movements were relaxed as he said, "Nowadays, some young doctors like fast-paced surgeries. I don't really like it. If the pace of the surgery is too fast, my attention will be divided. It's not a good habit …"
"Maybe they have too many surgeries." Ling Ran helped Feng Zhixiang and answered his question again.
Feng Zhixiang was stunned for a moment. He hesitated for a moment and said, "If you think that way, I've neglected … Hmm, it seems that young doctors understand young doctors."
"I just stay in the operating theater every day," Ling Ran said.
"Don't you think that there are too many surgeries?"
"I like to perform surgeries." Ling Ran's answer was simple and pure.
Professor Feng Zhixiang looked at Ling Ran with even more admiration. "You understand the feelings of young doctors, but you have your own way of doing things, right?"
Ling Ran glanced at Professor Feng Zhixiang and did not say anything.
Professor Feng Zhixiang's smile spread out from his mask. "You don't have to be embarrassed. It's rare to see young people who can do what you do. It's kind of like self-cultivation, family harmony, and peace in the world. However, young people should still have the vigor of young people. If you have any ideas, you can say them in front of me."
Then, Professor Feng Zhixiang looked at Ling Ran with anticipation.
Ling Ran said without hesitation, "You're really slow."
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