"I'm looking forward to it." Lloyd said some polite Caucasian words and put on the smile of a top surgeon from the Anderson Cancer Center in response to Ling Ran's smile.
When such a handsome man smiled at you, what else could you do but smile back? Kneel down?
Boyle's mood was a little strange. On the one hand, his colleague had been cured, and he had watched a surgery that was far beyond his level. He should have been happy, but on the other hand, he felt that Ling Ran was such a handsome and excellent doctor, and it was really unpleasant that he could not agree with his ideas. However, in the face of Ling Ran's infectious smile, Boyle still smiled obediently.
This was a habit that was rooted in his life. When he was in school, when a tall, handsome, and popular man smiled, it was best to smile with him, lest his knee was broken.
Ling Ran nodded again and went out of the operating theater to wash his hands.
For him, knee arthroscopic surgery was not much more complicated than debridement surgery. Even if it was a surgery for athletes, there was not much extra burden on Ling Ran. Ling Ran always strived for perfection when it came to surgery. When he operated on ordinary people and athletes, it was nothing more than a change in risk preference during the surgery. But in normal surgery, there would not often be an either-or choice. If he had to choose, most of the choices would be made before the surgery began, just like how athletes usually chose the Zhu-Ling Achilles Repair Technique.
Lloyd looked at Ling Ran's back and could not help but exclaim in admiration. He then greeted Huo Congjun and followed the nurses to send Bowman all the way to the recovery room, and then back to the ward area.
The Emergency Medical Center of Yun Hua Hospital had a dedicated international ward. As one of the weights for the Emergency Department to be upgraded to an Emergency Medical Center, the Emergency Medical Center of Yun Hua Hospital received a large number of international patients. In terms of the total number, it had now reached 150. Although it was not comparable to the patients in the ordinary ward area, as an example of medical services going abroad, the appearance of these 150 international patients still greatly improved the reputation of Yun Hua Hospital, and increased Yun Hua Hospital's budget and subsidies.
On the other hand, the international ward actually created additional benefits for Yun Hua Hospital. After all, it was an international ward, so it could not only accommodate foreigners, but also Chinese people. Many local people often used their connections to be able to stay in an international ward. Other than that, the patients who were most often admitted to the international ward were patients who paid for their own expenses.
For hospitals, self-funded patients were definitely better than those covered by medical insurance. This was because they did not have to go through the trouble of being checked by the medical insurance, and they were not limited by the medical insurance. Based on the current scale of departments in tertiary Grade A hospitals, most departments could easily exceed the medical insurance limit when they prescribed medicine and medical equipment. Therefore, if they wanted to work overnight at full capacity, they must have a certain number of self-funded patients.
Lloyd did not know Chinese either. He only felt that the wards and facilities in the international ward were not bad, so he did not make any further comments. He could not be considered to be praising them. There were wards in the United States that cost more than 10,000 USD per day, and there were also free clinics that were crowded with patients. The wards and facilities in Yun Hua Hospital could only be said to be normal, and they could not even compare to the standards of Anderson Hospital.
There were not many nurses in the ward, and they were very busy. The good thing was that a few of them could speak English and were very amiable, which made Lloyd and the others feel a lot more at ease.
Even though they were taking good care of him, it was already pitch black outside the window.
Boyle looked at his watch, yawned, and said, "Bowman should thank us later and invite us to Las Vegas. I'm exhausted. "
"Okay, let's go back and sleep." Lloyd was old, and he was not that sleepy anymore. He put his hands in his trouser pockets with a calm expression and imitated Ling Ran. He felt that he was also very handsome, and he swaggered out of the door.
"Mister Lloyd." Lu Wenbin carried a translucent plastic box and greeted Boyle. He said in English, "Didn't you want to watch hepatectomy? Do you want to go over now? "
"Now?" Lloyd looked at the sky outside. It was almost dawn.
Lu Wenbin complained in Chinese as if it was a matter of course. "Night is the best time for hepatectomy. Critically ill patients and their family members are not picky about the time, and they are patient. As long as the surgery is done well, they will wake up at one o 'clock in the morning and at three o' clock in the morning. Unlike the family members of patients undergoing arthroscopic surgery, they are often very picky …"
"I don't understand what you're saying." Lloyd looked around. There was no interpreter around him. The interpreter was very sleepy and had gone back to sleep. He was not a devil, and he could not make others follow him around for twenty-four hours.
"Yes," Lu Wenbin answered in English.
Lloyd looked at Lu Wenbin suspiciously and said, "You said a lot just now. Although it was in Chinese, I think it should be more than 'yes' …"
"In summary, it's' yes'." Lu Wenbin chuckled and continued to speak in Chinese, "It seems that you really don't understand Chinese. Sigh, foreigners like you. You just need to learn your mother tongue, and you're so arrogant all day long. You even organize international conferences in English. In the end, when people wake up at four o 'clock in the morning to learn English, you still criticize them for not being authentic. Authentic my * ss, can't you just understand them …"
"What did you say?" Lloyd scratched his ears and cheeks. He did not understand what Lu Wenbin meant, and it really made him anxious.
Lu Wenbin smiled. "Are you hungry? Do you want to eat pork trotters? "
Lloyd took a deep breath. "You seemed to have said a lot just now …"
"Yes, do you want to eat it?" Lu Wenbin asked again.
Lloyd and Boyle hesitated for a moment. They both had doubts about pork trotters.
"Boneless pork trotters, a new product." Lu Wenbin explained in English and said in Chinese, "You guys are so nosy when it comes to eating. I think it's because the conditions are too good. The people in the third world are still starving, and you waste food all day long. When the time comes, you pretend to donate some food as if you've done a great deed …"
Lloyd was shaken by the machine-gun-like Mandarin. In the end, he waved his hand and said, "Doctor Lu, let's talk about the surgery just now. Is there a hepatectomy scheduled now? Why is the surgery scheduled at this time? "
"Doctor Ling likes it." This time, Lu Wenbin directly used English.
Lloyd hummed in acknowledgment. He could not help but smile. "It's a surgeon's quirk."
"Hmm, do you want to go?" Lu Wenbin's eyes sparkled, and he looked like he wanted to test the limits of the foreign doctor's mental power.
Lloyd somewhat understood the look in his eyes.
Lloyd suddenly smiled. "I can go too. I often perform surgeries that last up to thirty hours at the Anderson Cancer Center. By the way, I noticed that you seem to have not rested for a day. Can your body take it? Don't let this affect the outcome of the surgery. "
"It won't. A few of our assistants have been replaced."
"What about Doctor Ling, the chief surgeon?"
Lu Wenbin smiled. "Doctor Ling, you'll know when you see him."
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