"Lu Wenbin, where did you go?" The young nurse held the phone and said angrily.
Lu Wenbin, who was on speakerphone, still sounded happy. He chuckled and said, "I'm in the operating theater. I'm almost done."
"You're not done yet?" The young nurse hung up the phone in surprise. She turned a corner and opened the door of Operating Theater 2. She put down her phone and said loudly, "Lu Wenbin, Doctor Ling is about to start the surgery. What's the situation on your side?"
"Huh, hasn't started yet?" Lu Wenbin was subconsciously happy, but he immediately realized that something was wrong.
The young nurse was already snorting. "What do you mean hasn't started yet? The patient in Operating Theater 3 is already done. Doctor Ling has already gone to Operating Theater 1."
Lu Wenbin could not help but be a little absent-minded.
Speaking of which, his suturing speed was slower than usual because he was worried about making mistakes, so he deliberately slowed down. But even if he did not slow down, how much faster could he have been?
Most importantly, he was only suturing a finger. He was not done yet, and Ling Ran had already completed a M-Tang technique?
Lu Wenbin felt that it was a straight punch, one that made him sober and dizzy.
"Hey, how much longer do you need?" the young nurse urged impatiently.
"I'll be done soon. Hmm … five minutes, ten minutes at most." Lu Wenbin still felt a little guilty. He often sutured fingers, but he did not have the time.
The young nurse hummed and said, "Then I won't wait. After you're done, go to Operating Theater 2 and suture the patient."
"Oh, okay …" Lu Wenbin agreed and asked hesitantly, "Is the surgery in Operating Theater 2 really done? Twenty minutes? "
"Around twenty minutes. More or less. "The young nurse looked very proud.
Lu Wenbin lowered his head and looked at the patient under his hands. He thought, 'Is this because she's getting more and more skilled?
Lu Wenbin thought about it and asked, "What time does Doctor Ling's new surgery start? I'll rush over as soon as possible …"
"There's no need. Department Director Huo has already asked Zheng Pei to go over to help." The young nurse raised her chin and left like a little swan.
Lu Wenbin felt a little dizzy.
Zheng Pei was a senior resident doctor, and he was going to be promoted to chief resident soon. His status was much higher than Lu Wenbin's, so Zheng Pei would probably feel a little uncomfortable if he was asked to be Ling Ran's assistant.
However, Lu Wenbin thought about it from another perspective. For Huo Congjun, a chief resident was still a resident doctor. When he was free, he would probably consider the resident doctor's feelings, but when he was not free, the resident doctor's feelings were obviously not important.
Operating Theater 3.
Zheng Pei did feel a little uncomfortable.
However, Huo Congjun was glaring at him from the side, and there was also a group of department directors from the outer hospital staring at him, so Zheng Pei did not dare to act rashly.
Ordinary doctors in the hospital, especially those who were below the level of ordinary attending physicians, could no longer be described as cautious. It would be more accurate to say that they were treading on thin ice.
Doctors were a profession in the later stages of life. The further they went, the more comfortable they would be. However, the path to the top was full of thorns.
Compared to the consequences of offending the department director, being Ling Ran's assistant was nothing.
Zheng Pei completed the preoperative preparations with a sullen face. He dressed neatly and covered his beard, which was as long as his hair, and stood beside the operating table.
Ling Ran only raised his head and glanced at him before he used the signature pen to make a cut on the patient's hand.
This time, the patient injured three fingers. One tendon was completely ruptured, another tendon was damaged, and the other finger only needed simple sutures. As the fourth surgery using the M-Tang technique today, Huo Congjun could not find a case that was easier to handle.
Department Director Bai and the others focused their attention on the operating area under the shadowless lamp.
They now needed to see Ling Ran's surgical skills for sure so that they could judge whether Huo Congjun's M-Tang technique project could really be regarded as a success. Then, they could decide whether they should flatter Huo Congjun without restraint and promote him to the position of the association's director, or should they hold back so that no one would come after them.
Ling Ran's mind was filled with all kinds of information about the anatomy of upper limbs. He completely ignored the gazes of the people around him.
He was used to living under the gaze of others. No matter what time it was, as long as Ling Ran appeared in a crowd, he would definitely be one of the focal points. The more people there were in an environment, the more it was like this.
There were only two or three people in the operating theater, and even if their gazes were a little more perverted, Ling Ran was still used to it.
The scalpel gently cut through the patient's skin. The skin of the hand was relatively tough, and there was basically not much resistance. One had to look very closely to see the sinking of the flesh.
Zheng Pei glanced at Ling Ran from the corner of his eye.
The bow-hold style was the most commonly used way to hold a scalpel. The thumb was under the handle, and it was operated with the strength of the wrist. It was suitable for long incisions, but it was not delicate enough.
Of course, it was more than enough when it was used to expose the surgical field. Zheng Pei secretly compared it. If he used the bow-hold style, he would probably be at Ling Ran's level, and he might not even be as good as him. However, if he were to operate it, his first choice for the hand would be the pen-hold style.
The pen-hold style was used to exert force on the fingers. It was suitable for short cuts and was delicate.
Zheng Pei felt that if he used the pen-hold style, he should be able to make a better incision than Ling Ran.
When he thought of this, Zheng Pei was a little happy. Although it was only an incision that exposed the surgical field, although there was only a slight difference in the prognosis, and although there would not be any difference in speed, Zheng Pei still felt that he could regain some of his pride …
"Aspirate," Ling Ran said. Zheng Pei suddenly realized that the operating surface had been completely exposed.
Looking at the extremely beautiful and regular surgical field, Zheng Pei really wanted to touch his beard. After he forced himself to hold back, he started aspirating, helped Ling Ran disinfect, and covered the saline pad …
The surgical field that surgeons liked the most was the surgical field that they were familiar with. Therefore, every time they operated, they would try their best to open the same position and create the same operating surface. Unless they could not do it, they would change the direction and try the operating surface that they were familiar with.
This kind of hobby was just like when playing Tetris. Normal people would not play the screen upside down or horizontally, but if someone played the game upside down or horizontally from the beginning, it would be very difficult for them to get used to the top-down screen.
Ling Ran spent a little time tidying up the operating surface.
Disinfecting the pad and other tasks were tedious and essential. Ling Ran did not have much of an advantage in this aspect. Most of the time, he was more willing to let his assistant do it.
When Department Director Bai and the others saw this, they were already full of doubts, because the surgeries that they had seen before did not appear.
Just when Department Director Bai wanted to turn his head and ask Huo Congjun, the atmosphere at the operating table suddenly changed.
Ling Ran casually pulled out a tendon and inserted the needle holder into it …
Going in and out.
Going in and out.
The expressions of the group of people in the operating theater immediately changed.
He directly inserted it?
Was there a problem with taking out a tendon and inserting a needle into it?
Of course not, but normal doctors would have foreplay. Some would even do twenty to thirty minutes of foreplay to get a tendon that was more obedient.
However, Ling Ran did not need that. When he took the Achilles tendon, he placed it in the right position and adjusted it to the best condition.
This alone was difficult for many people to do.
If one did not have good qualities, one could not even think about it.
Was there a problem with the repetitive insertion and insertion of the needle?
Of course not. At the end of the day, suturing was the process of inserting and exiting the needle. It was just that there were many things to pay attention to during this process.
The same insertion and exiting of the needle by different doctors would result in different results, and there would be huge differences in the results.
Some operations would produce a lot of fluid; some operations would last for a long time; some operations could easily cause injury; some operations had a high failure rate; some operations used up a lot of energy; and some operations were not easy for the patient to accept …
Therefore, even though it was just a simple insertion and exiting of the needle, in the eyes of those who had done it, they would immediately be able to distinguish the various levels.
This was especially so this time. Department Director Bai and the others watched from the beginning, so they could more accurately grasp the purpose of Ling Ran's operation, understand his choice of operation, and make the appropriate judgment.
Why did he remove a part of the patient's tendon first? Because that part of the tendon was obviously damaged. Would it make the tendon too short? How should he make up for it?
Why did he need to perform two more vascular gentle surgeries? Because the damage to the body was too severe, he needed to ensure blood supply. Would this increase the adhesion of the tendon? Was it right to weigh the pros and cons?
Everyone was silent as they watched, and thoughts came one after another in their minds.
For a short period of more than ten minutes, everyone forgot their own identities. They cleared their minds of politics and thought purely as doctors …
Ten minutes later.
About half an hour after the surgery began, everyone gradually came to their senses, and normal thoughts gradually emerged in their minds.
"F * ck!"
"Motherf * cker!"
"Motherf * cker!"
"Motherf * cker!"
"Loser!"
Only Department Director Bai suppressed his emotions. An abnormal thought appeared in his mind. "Old Huo, ask this Doctor Ling to attend the conference."
"He's not qualified yet." Huo Congjun laughed so hard that his joints were almost exposed.
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