Lloyd took a hot shower and changed into a new set of clothes before he sat in the first row of the demonstration room. He crossed his legs and placed them on the table in an extremely inelegant manner.
Then, Lloyd opened a can of Coke and drank it while he happily looked at the screen in front of him. He looked no different from watching a football match.
The Chinese doctors in the demonstration room looked at each other and pretended that they did not see anything.
However, the other two doctors who came with Lloyd obediently sat in the corner, and they seemed to have realized something.
"It's still Ling Ran's surgery?" Lloyd seriously looked at the surgical field for a few seconds and the changes in the instruments before he confirmed that it was the chief surgeon. He said with certainty, "Looking at his suturing technique during the surgery, it should be Doctor Ling Ran. His suturing speed is very fast. I think ordinary doctors can't do it like him. "
Zhao Dong had just been Lloyd's first assistant, and now, he was his follower. Zhao Dong looked up and saw the words "Yun Hua Hospital" at the top left corner of the screen.
Zhao Dong looked down at the foreigner for not being able to read and said slowly, "It's a surgery from Yun Hua Hospital, but I'm not sure if it's Doctor Ling."
"It's definitely Ling Ran." At this time, the third doctor who had not gone on stage said, "Doctor Ling's fingers are straight and uniform. He tightens the rubber gloves, and it looks good."
Zhao Dong's mouth twitched. He did not know if his English listening had deteriorated, but he felt that he had heard something inappropriate.
Lloyd also said, "The characteristics of Ling Ran's surgery are quite obvious. He pays a lot of attention to the control of blood loss. Hmm, to reduce blood loss during hepatectomy, we have to consider all aspects."
"I asked someone to check a few cases. The lowest blood loss during hepatectomy by Doctor Ling from Yun Hua Hospital is 360, and the highest is 780." The third doctor's words were also surprising.
"He did a good job in exposing the patient, dissecting the patient, and designing the incision line. It can be seen that his understanding of the patient's liver is very different." Lloyd praised. However, the content of his praise was enough to make the doctors from Donghuang Regional Hospital confused.
In fact, the standard of the doctors from Donghuang Regional Hospital was far from being good at dissecting.
Even though many people believed that doctors should only perform surgery when they had everything under control and were omniscient. However, in real hospitals, the existence of weak doctors was common. Doctors who did not know anything started from clinical practice, and most of them did not even know how to operate when they were on the operating table.
As a tertiary Grade A hospital, Donghuang Regional Hospital was already the first group of hospitals. However, doctors from Donghuang Regional Hospital were still far away from entering the first group of hospitals. As a district hospital in Beijing, the average standard of Dongcheng District Hospital was much lower than that of Yun Hua Hospital. Therefore, they were just an ordinary group of doctors in tertiary Grade A hospitals in China.
Speaking of which, these doctors were also the best in China's medical education. If they were asked to take the medical licensing examination and take the intermediate medical licensing examination, they would basically pass it on the first try, and it would not be too difficult for them. Correspondingly, it was not rare for them to have a master's degree in Donghuang Regional Hospital. New doctors even needed to have a doctorate before they could get a similar job.
In short, the doctors who could enter Donghuang Regional Hospital were either the top students in their schools or the top students in their families through connections. Most of the time, they scored an average of eighty to ninety marks in the hundred-mark system.
However, the cruelty of doctors was that even a hundred marks was not enough.
Moreover, doctors needed to learn and accumulate experience all year round. This meant that junior doctors and intermediate doctors usually took the college entrance examination with the experience of elementary school or junior high school students. Even if they were excellent in elementary school or junior high school, it was difficult for them to surpass doctors who were a few years older than them in the college entrance examination.
By the time they really became assistant lecturers and senior lecturers, they would have worked long enough and accumulated enough experience, but they would basically reach the retirement line. Some of them might even be affected by the impact of new knowledge and new technology …
However, even so, these doctors were still at the top of the medical pyramid in China. Those who could not get into the first-tier universities when they were studying, would fail in university, could not get a medical licensing examination after graduation, and could not pass the intermediate medical licensing examination when they were promoted. Assistant lecturers relied on hard work, senior lecturers relied on luck, roared in the operating theater, and dissected by Skelaxin were the mainstream of doctors.
It was just like in a class, there were always dozens of students who could not get into the top three.
Assistant lecturer Zhao Dong was the doctor with the highest score in the room, but he was also confused. However, he had the heart to improve. Department Director Xu Jinyi had liver cancer. If he passed away or retired successfully, he would be the next person to take over.
Therefore, Zhao Dong asked eagerly, "Doctor Lloyd, is there anything special about Doctor Ling's line for the incision?"
He could also see that the dissection and exposure were done well, but the line for the incision was not so clear.
Lloyd smiled and said, "Ling Ran must have some ideas about the distribution of the bile ducts and blood vessels below, so he avoided these positions and made the line for the incision."
"His guess is so accurate?"
"It's good if he guessed correctly, but it's okay if he didn't, isn't it?" Lloyd said and paused for a while before he said, "But I think Doctor Ling will guess correctly."
"Why?"
"Because his skills are good enough," Lloyd answered straightforwardly.
Zhao Dong's heart trembled, and a strong sense of jealousy suddenly surged in him. 'Damn it, if he's talking about me, I'll immediately hold an academic conference and brag about myself!'
"Doctor Lloyd's skills are … They seem ordinary, but they're actually exquisite." Zhao Dong actually wanted to say that he was very skillful, but unfortunately, he lacked English, so he could not translate it.
Lloyd laughed when he heard that, but he shook his head and did not say anything. At his level, when he watched Ling Ran's surgery, he got a completely different taste.
"Let's watch the surgery." Lloyd could not be bothered to chat with Zhao Dong anymore. He just drank Coke and looked at the screen in front of him as if he was watching a movie. He even imitated the movements in the movie with his left hand and moved quickly.
After watching one surgery, they watched another one.
One after another, Zhao Dong could not take it anymore. "Doctor Lloyd, you must be very tired after flying here. Do you want to go back to the hotel to sleep to get rid of the jet lag?"
"I don't need to get rid of the jet lag. I slept well on the plane, and I'm very energetic now." Lloyd shook his head.
"Oh, you might be used to traveling, but it's better to sleep. Every time I'm on a plane, even if I'm sitting in the first-class cabin, the chair is still very uncomfortable, especially when it's a flight of more than ten hours."
"There's a bed on this flight. I suggest you choose it next time," Lloyd answered casually.
Zhao Dong: Hehehehe
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