"Doctor Ling, rest for a while." Lu Wenbin also moved away from the operating table, and Lin Honghou took over.
Even though Lin Honghou was an attending physician, he did not have many opportunities to perform surgeries. Aside from training once or twice a year, he could only perform a few surgeries when he worked in the base for three to four months and received medical assistance on an average of one flight a year.
But it was only a few. He was not considered a direct descendant of the base, so he did not have the chance to perform major surgeries. When he was away from the base, the aid team that provided free medical treatment would not have the chance to perform major surgeries. Even if they did, they could not afford to perform a few surgeries, and it was even more impossible for Lin Honghou to perform all the surgeries.
Today's rescue was supposed to be a scene where Lin Honghou could do whatever he wanted. However, because he usually only performed a small number of surgeries, forget about the fact that his superiors did not trust him to perform surgeries, even Lin Honghou himself did not trust himself to be the chief surgeon.
Lin Honghou could only perform surgeries in peace when Ling Ran and the other experts were done with the main surgeries, leaving behind some minor surgeries and watching over them.
At that time, Lu Wenbin could even stand by and guide him.
In fact, Lu Wenbin's experience was more than ten times that of Lin Honghou's when it came to surgeries on the hands and feet. Even when it came to ordinary fracture surgeries, Lu Wenbin could be on par with Lin Honghou.
Medicine was always an empirical science. Only when one's experience reached a certain level would he be qualified to talk about theories, equipment, and other things.
It was never rare for barefoot doctors to be better at treating patients than resident doctors. Even when it came to making mistakes, barefoot doctors might make fewer mistakes than resident doctors. However, the core focus of medicine was never on the success rate, failure rate, and other problems of these junior doctors. The focus of medicine had always been top-down. This was an era where ordinary people had the opportunity to go to Peking Union Medical College Hospital to be consulted by the best doctors in China.
Only doctors could understand the difficulties and obstacles between a resident doctor and a top medical expert.
Ling Ran looked around the operating theater calmly. When he saw that everyone was doing everything in an orderly manner, he nodded at Lu Wenbin, took off his gloves, and went out.
The operating theater on the ship was not a laminar flow operating theater, and the air conditioning was not good enough. When there were more people, the risk of infection would increase, and the environment inside would not be comfortable.
Of course, the air in the corridor was also bad.
Ling Ran furrowed his eyebrows and said to Huo Congjun, who followed behind him, "Director, the air in the ship is polluted."
"Yes, I've already arranged for some people to be sent back. The lightly injured can be sent back first, and the replacement members of the rescue team can also be sent back later. As for the seriously injured, we'll observe them for another day. If there are still injured people sent over, we'll consider evacuating them. Otherwise, we'll send the entire ship back. " Huo Congjun made it sound very easy. The Yun Hua 893 was a hospital ship to begin with, and it was a small or medium-sized auxiliary hospital ship. Transporting the wounded back was its main job. If another ship came over and transported the wounded, it would be easy for them to get injured.
This was especially true for patients who had just undergone major surgeries. If they were placed in a hospital on land, they would still need to be observed in the ICU for two to three days. It was basically impossible to transport them from the ship to a ship without any medical support.
Huo Congjun was also learning the operating model of a hospital ship, and he also put his own thoughts into it.
All Ling Ran needed to do was to ask the question and get a solution.
"I'm going to take a shower. Call me if you need anything." Ling Ran left in a carefree manner. At the same time, a system notification appeared in his mind.
[Mission Complete: Save him.]
[Mission Details: Save the vice-captain.]
[Mission Reward: Soreness Relief Patch (Month)]
Immediately after, a palm-sized plaster that looked like a patch appeared in front of Ling Ran. It glowed with a faint red light.
"After I put it on, it can relieve soreness for a month?" Ling Ran asked the system.
"Yes."
"It won't fall off when I take a shower, right?"
"It won't."
Ling Ran nodded in satisfaction and went into the bathroom to take a shower. He did not immediately put on the soreness relief patch.
It was the most comfortable to take a shower when his whole body was sore. Of course, he would not let the system deprive him of this joy.
Ling Ran took a shower to his heart's content for a quarter of an hour. If it were a normal ship, clean water would be relatively limited. However, the Yun Hua 893 had been replenished too much in the past two days. Aside from blood products, there were other things that were always in short supply in Changxi Province, such as clean water and oil. Almost every supply ship that came would have to add a little more.
Otherwise, there would be nothing left to replenish.
For the medical staff, having enough food and a free supply of water and electricity was a rare form of entertainment for the past two days. In fact, aside from eating and bathing, the medical staff almost did not have much time for themselves. Up until today, at least half of the people on the hospital ship had not slept. Even Ling Ran had taken two bottles of Energy Serum.
His workload was much heavier than the other doctors and nurses, and he used up a lot of energy. It was so much so that it was very difficult for him to use one bottle of Energy Serum for twelve hours.
Of course, for the other people on the ship, Ling Ran's performance was terrifying.
Aside from being handsome, one of the reasons why he could give orders in the operating theater so smoothly was because he had an unbelievable amount of energy.
After he wiped his body and put on his clothes, Ling Ran stood in front of the mirror and suddenly asked, "System, system, what's the ranking of my hepatectomy skills?"
The system quickly answered, "Your hepatectomy skills are ranked first in Yun Hua City, first in Changxi Province, third in China, and sixth in the world. If you perform another five hundred to one thousand hepatectomies correctly, you might be promoted. "
"My hepatectomy skills are at Master Level, right?" Ling Ran thought about his other skills. For example, his Perfect Level Barehanded Bleeding Control was ranked second in the world, and his Master Level M-Tang Technique was ranked 77th in China. In comparison, the ranking of his hepatectomy skills was obviously much higher.
The system gave him an affirmative answer.
Ling Ran thought about it and asked, "What's the ranking of my Perfect Level Hepatectomy skills?"
"Second in China, fourth in the world," the system answered. It paused for a while and said, "Your hepatectomy skills are close to Perfect Level."
Ling Ran came to a realization. "So, if I perform another five hundred to one thousand hepatectomies, I might be promoted to Perfect Level?"
"Yes, it's possible."
Ling Ran nodded in satisfaction. This meant that he had performed hundreds of hepatectomies for almost a thousand cases in the past year or so, and it had obviously improved his hepatectomy skills. When he thought about it, it made sense. Compared to when he first performed hepatectomies, the skills Ling Ran mastered now had a much higher success rate.
"If that's the case, I'll just read for a while more." Ling Ran casually stuck a soreness sticker on himself. He felt that all his fatigue had disappeared. Then, he returned to the waiting room, leaned against the headboard, took out his tablet, and opened an article. Ling Ran actually felt relaxed and at peace. It was as if he was resting during a war, or taking a short break between bombardments, and it made him feel at ease.
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