* Pfft! *
A young doctor laughed out loud and waved at Liu Yilin, who was looking at him, indicating that he was fine. The young doctor was a little proud in his heart. 'I've attracted Doctor Liu's attention. Next, I don't know how to make a convenient self-introduction.'
Just as his brain waves were intersecting with each other, Feng Zhixiang's gaze also swept over.
"Have you forgotten the rules of the operating theater?" Professor Feng Zhixiang's voice was neither loud nor soft, as if he was speaking through a microphone on a podium. He seemed to be speaking tirelessly.
The young doctors in the operating theater were a little stunned for a moment. His tone was very dangerous.
The doctor who laughed just now also froze, and he looked at Professor Feng Zhixiang cautiously.
"Do you know what you did wrong?" Professor Feng Zhixiang held a scalpel in his hand and stared at the young doctor who laughed.
The young doctor's heart was filled with the words' punish 'and' torture ', and he said cautiously, "Saliva can easily contaminate the operating theater."
"Yes, it's not easy to contaminate the operating theater, it's easy to contaminate the operating theater. That's why we have to wear masks, right?" Professor Feng Zhixiang guided him patiently.
The young doctor nodded.
"Answer me." Professor Feng Zhixiang was strict for a second, and then he returned to his kind look.
"Yes, oh, yes, yes."
"Hmm …" Professor Feng Zhixiang nodded slightly. "Okay, get out."
"Ah …" The young man was stunned for a moment, and he was immediately pushed by his friend.
He then snapped out of his daze and quickly left the operating theater. It was common for young doctors to be chased out of the operating theater, and there was nothing special about it. Everyone looked at him, and they did not even feel pity for him.
Fortunately, the person he met was not the department director of his department, or else he would be scolded for his own good.
Professor Feng Zhixiang turned around and let out a long sigh. He then smiled at Ling Ran and said, "Let's continue. Now, we'll do an exploratory laparotomy and see how his life is."
In the visitation room, Associate Hospital Director Wang already laughed out loud. "Professor Feng is still the same as before. He likes smart young doctors, and hates the rest."
"Those who are talented become doctors, and those who are not talented, why waste materials? I remember that Professor Feng Zhixiang said something like this in the past. "The deputy director of broken tubes shook his head." I didn't listen to him anymore. "
"His status is different now, so of course his way of speaking is different," a director beside him said with a smile.
The people in the visitation room also nodded. They were already high-ranking doctors who had made a name for themselves, and they did not really care about how other high-ranking doctors treated junior doctors.
Ling Ran was not like that either. He was under the impression that the attitude of people in social situations was changeable. It was just like how a girl might be angry at someone else a second ago, but when she saw Ling Ran, she would act as gentle as water.
Ling Ran never tried to sort out the chaos. He cared more about the objective world.
For example, the patient in front of him, Li Gang.
Ling Ran carefully examined the patient, and the results of the examination were likely to determine whether the patient could accept the surgery.
This was also the cruelest part of gallbladder cancer. Because it was usually discovered late, many patients with gallbladder cancer found that the spread of gallbladder cancer had exceeded expectations after a round of abdominal examination after their abdominal cavity was opened, and they could only close their abdomens to end it.
Otherwise, even if the patient did not die on the operating table, the prognosis after the surgery would not be good. Some patients who had surgery had a shorter survival time than those who did not have surgery. Such surgery was meaningless.
"Don't be afraid, you can touch it with your hands." After Professor Feng Zhixiang finished speaking, he also said to the other two assistants, "Everyone can touch it with your hands. Look at the situation in the abdominal cavity. It doesn't matter if you touch it. The human body dissected is different from the situation in the surgery, especially the cancerous tissue. Today's patient is still relatively typical. Come and touch it."
Therefore, after Ling Ran performed an exploratory laparotomy, Xu Wen and the third assistant next to him also touched it with their hands.
Xu Wen was not the only one who was excited, but the third assistant next to him also showed excitement.
He was the doctor in charge of the patient, which meant that he was the doctor at the bottom of the entire medical system. In a high-end place like the operating theater, many doctors in charge would come in to report the situation, explain the patient's daily condition, the contraindications of drugs, and so on. Those who should be driven out would be driven out. It was quite rare for a third assistant to perform a normal surgery.
He did not expect that he would have the chance to touch it today, even though he could only touch it.
The young doctors in the operating theater also let out envious gasps. As for the young doctor who was driven out just now, no one remembered his name.
Feng Zhixiang waited for the three of them to touch it before he smiled and said, "When I just graduated from medical school and came to the hospital, the thing I lamented the most was that the doctors in the hospital were timid. Of course, the skills of the doctors at that time were also relatively limited. In fact, there's no need to put it in such a euphemistic way. It's just that their skills were bad, their equipment was also bad, and the conditions of the schools were even worse. So, there were only a few limited surgeries, and the chief surgeons were trembling with fear. There was no chance for us to get our hands dirty. "
Ling Ran and the others listened, but they did not have the chance to interrupt. They just watched Feng Zhixiang start to separate the patient step by step.
Feng Zhixiang spoke as he performed, "This is the first time I touched the gallbladder, and I think I've participated in ten surgeries. It's really pitiful. At that time, the doctors themselves could not perform the surgery well, and they really did it according to the books. During the surgery, they were really nervous. They could already move, but they still did not let us speak. At that time, a few of us young doctors had questions. At first, we did not understand, so we asked, and the chief surgeon immediately shouted, 'Be quiet!' It's that phrase that sounds a little like classical Chinese, and it scared us. "
"At that time, if we wanted to learn something, we had to familiarize ourselves with it under the operating table. There were also exams …"
"We had to memorize all the theories. Now, it seems that many of the theories were wrong. But at that time, the old doctors did not care about these. There were strict ones, and they insisted that we get 100 marks in our exams. Only when we got 100 marks could we be qualified to perform surgeries. So, everyone tried their best to memorize the theories, but even if we were to perform surgeries, we might not be able to do it. Think about it, it was really hard …"
Feng Zhixiang did the most common thing a normal doctor did during a surgery: chat.
Ling Ran did not chat when he was the chief surgeon because he did not like to chat.
Xu Wen actually had a little inclination in this aspect. If he was the chief surgeon of the surgery, he would at most hum a song or something. However, after all, Xu Wen had served many masters, and he still had the basic skills and awareness to chat with others. When he saw that Feng Zhixiang was chatting happily, he cooperated and asked a silly question, "So, you have to pay special attention to these in the future."
"Yes, we have to learn the good things from the older generation, and we have to discard the bad things." When Feng Zhixiang saw that someone had answered, he became even more excited.
He had performed too many public surgeries or demonstrative surgeries, and he was no longer afraid of it.
With Feng Zhixiang's status, it was a little too much to say that he could do whatever he wanted, but during the surgery, he had to maintain his personal habits, and no one could criticize him. He did not particularly care whether anyone criticized him or not.
Therefore, the operating theater was filled with Feng Zhixiang's voice, and most of it was reminiscing about the past.
The few doctors in the visitation room could only listen. As a department director listened, he could not help but say, "I've heard this story twice."
"Three times," Associate Hospital Director Wang said.
"Four times." The assistant lecturer with the broken tube sighed.
"I can't afford it." Zhu Tongyi noticed that everyone was looking at him, and he said calmly, "I'm from the Orthopedics Department, and I don't listen to his nonsense."
Everyone laughed.
After they laughed, they realized that the operating theater had become quiet.
Associate Hospital Director Wang's expression changed. He quickly checked the intercom system, but found that it was normal.
Just as he breathed a sigh of relief, he heard Feng Zhixiang's voice coming from the operating theater again, "This patient is not very lucky. We have to clear the lymph nodes behind the head of the pancreas. "
"At least it didn't transfer to the pancreas," Xu Wen whispered.
"Yes. This workload is quite heavy. " Feng Zhixiang lowered his head as he spoke. At his age, lymphadenectomy was very tiring and tiring work.
"Let me help," Ling Ran said as he changed his position slightly. Ling Ran changed his position slightly. He had Perfect Level Lymph Node Dissection, so there was no need for him to be modest.
Feng Zhixiang naturally agreed. So, the two of them lowered their heads facing each other and swept the lymph nodes.
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