"Ling Ran, come take a look at the medical records and make your choice."
Ever since Huo Congjun spread the news that he was going to use the M-Tang technique to treat flexor tendon ruptures, he had been receiving news from various parties.
Some of them were from various hospitals, some were from pharmaceutical sales representatives, and some were from his old colleagues, subordinates, and comrades.
When doctors were developing new surgical methods or writing research papers, they would have a special need for patients. At this time, the level of a doctor and the breadth of his network would become very important.
Huo Congjun had released the news more than half a month ago, and now was the time for him to receive more feedback. There were already seven medical records piled on his desk. Five of them were from patients who had been injured in the past few days, and two of them were from patients who had not recovered from old injuries.
Ling Ran placed the medical records of the two patients with old injuries aside and looked at the remaining five medical records. He said, "I want all of them. Arrange for them to come over as soon as possible."
Huo Congjun was stunned for a moment before he could not help but laugh. "You don't have to worry about running out of patients. You can choose to receive treatment on the same day, and choose after that. I don't know much about the M-Tang technique, but the first-stage suture is still more advantageous. "
He even used a tone of negotiation, and Ling Ran's performance was indeed good.
The patient who was sutured the day before yesterday began to perform passive exercises just after twenty-four hours yesterday. In the end, all the indicators met the requirements, and it shocked Chief Physician Haiyang Wang of the Hand Surgery Department.
In total, Ling Ran had performed three cases of M-Tang technique surgeries. All three cases were successful, and the patient's recovery was good. The earliest patient, Ma Wenhua, could not be discharged from the hospital due to multiple injuries on his body. But with the M-Tang technique alone, he had already reached the standard of six weeks of recovery, and he could go home for rehabilitation.
Whether it was from the perspective of the hospital or the doctor, this result could be said to be a preliminary success.
Based on this, Ling Ran made his own judgment. He could be said to have completely mastered the Master Level M-Tang Technique, and he had also received a mission. There was no reason for him to rely on the heavens anymore.
Therefore, his conclusion was completely different from Huo Congjun's. "I don't plan to accumulate patients. I hope that all five patients can be assigned to me today."
Huo Congjun laughed when he heard that. After a few seconds, he realized that Ling Ran did not seem to be the type who liked to joke around.
"It's a joke to arrange five per day. Let's arrange one per day. It'll be better if you practice more." Before the surgery the day before yesterday, Huo Congjun still wanted to arrange a surgery for Ling Ran every other day or three days. He only opened his mouth now because of Ling Ran's performance yesterday.
The environment in the hospital was very cruel and utilitarian. It was easier for doctors with good skills to get opportunities, and it was easier for them to be tolerated.
Ling Ran insisted, "I can perform surgeries continuously."
If he could only complete ten surgeries in ten days, then Ling Ran would only be able to get three bottles of Energy Serum for the entire month. It would be a waste of the mission.
Huo Congjun did not understand Ling Ran's persistence. He had an idea and said, "If you lack money, I can help you think of a way …"
One surgery cost 500 RMB, and five surgeries would cost 2,500 RMB. He wondered if Ling Ran was bewitched by money.
It wasn't easy to earn 2500 yuan a day.
"I don't lack money." Ling Ran's tone was firm.
"Not to earn surgery fees?" Huo Congjun stared into Ling Ran's eyes.
"No," Ling Ran answered again.
He stayed in the hospital all day long. There was a white coat for him to wear, a surgery room for him to take a shower, and food and fruits from enthusiastic nurses. The only thing he needed to spend money on was social interaction. What was the point of having money?
Huo Congjun advised earnestly, "The most important thing for you now is to hone your skills. Don't think about making money, and don't think about other things."
Ling Ran did not understand and asked, "Don't I hone my skills by performing more surgeries?"
Huo Congjun opened his mouth. He really wanted to say that he needed to watch videos or read books, but they were both active doctors, and it would not be right for him to lie.
"Then pick two. You'll be the priority to perform one. If you're in good condition and have enough rest, you can perform the second one. Otherwise, I'll transfer it to the Hand Surgery Department." Huo Congjun's strategy was very simple. He would choose two patients to transfer to Yun Hua Hospital. The one most suitable for the M-Tang technique would be given to Ling Ran. The other one could be transferred to Chief Physician Wang Haiyang of the Hand Surgery Department at any time depending on the situation, or his medical team could accept it.
Ling Ran thought about it and agreed.
After all, the M-Tang technique was a Level 3 surgery. The duration of the surgery depended on the patient's condition. It was also a good choice to try two surgeries a day.
Huo Congjun waited for Ling Ran to make his choice before he gave Wang Haiyang a call in advance to explain. In fact, according to his plan, he could just give the second patient to Wang Haiyang when the time came to take care of him. That way, there wouldn't be any complications.
Ling Ran flipped through the medical records and carefully selected two cases before he passed them to Huo Congjun.
Doctors were not omnipotent, and the M-Tang technique was not omnipotent either. Choosing the most suitable patient for the M-Tang technique was Ling Ran's best choice at the moment.
Huo Congjun looked at the medical records Ling Ran chose and could not help but nod slightly. If he had to choose, he would also choose these two. The two patients were workers who were less than thirty years old. One had a laceration, and the other had a laceration. Their injuries were typical, and they were young and strong. They recovered quickly, and they would receive more satisfactory results.
After choosing the patients, Ling Ran left with the documents. He read them while he thought about the specific surgery plan.
At the same time, ambulances from both places received calls and began to rush to Yun Hua Hospital.
Two hours later.
Ling Ran appeared in the operating theater.
Huo Congjun arrived an hour later in a brand new scrub. Since Ling Ran's skills were stable, he dared to let go.
Su Jiafu, the anesthetist, had been waiting anxiously for Ling Ran. When he saw Huo Congjun, he quickly used his leg to hook a stool over. He had specially asked the circulating nurse for it.
Huo Congjun glanced at Su Jiafu strangely, but he did not sit down.
He had just been in a meeting for two hours, and his waist and legs were aching from sitting. How could he be willing to sit down now?
Su Jiafu was in a daze for a while before he went to play with the instruments while guarding the two stool. He only glanced at the door of the operating theater from time to time, afraid that the circulating nurse would rush in and see the empty stool.
"It's done." Ling Ran cut the suture with a pair of scissors, looked up at Huo Congjun, and asked, "Is the second one here?"
"Yes, it's here …" Huo Congjun lowered his head hesitantly and started to check first.
Thirty minutes later.
Ling Ran changed to another operating theater and raised the scalpel.
This time, the patient was slightly more complicated, and Ling Ran used nearly two hours.
Even so, after two surgeries, it was already afternoon.
Ling Ran returned to the office and quietly looked at Huo Congjun.
One minute.
Two minutes.
Three minutes …
Huo Congjun's scalp was numb from Ling Ran's gaze. He felt like an old white rabbit being stared at by a super good-looking hound with soft fur, a strong body, and intelligent eyes.
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