Zhang Anmin arrived at the hospital on time. In the office of the Department of Hepatobiliary and Pancreatic Surgery, he changed into a large white coat and left with his bag.
"Young Zhang, go to the Emergency Department." Duan Yiwen, a senior attending physician, teased behind him.
Duan Yiwen entered the hospital three years earlier than Zhang Anmin. When he was a resident doctor and an attending physician, he was considered Zhang Anmin's superior. Even though both of them were attending physicians now, Duan Yiwen often ordered Zhang Anmin to work.
However, over the past year, Zhang Anmin had become more and more uneasy about being ordered around. Zhang Anmin's main focus was on Ling Treatment Group and Bazhaixiang. He spent less time in the Department of Hepatobiliary and Pancreatic Surgery, let alone being ordered around by Duan Yiwen.
This made Duan Yiwen quite unhappy, but he was no longer Zhang Anmin's superior. They no longer had the chance to perform surgery together, so Duan Yiwen could only make sarcastic remarks.
A few resident doctors in the office cooperated and laughed a few times, but no one said anything else.
Everyone had to respect the senior attending physician, Duan Yiwen, but there was no need to offend Zhang Anmin. It was said that a famous person was better than a famous person, but when it came to a famous person, Zhang Anmin's Ling Ran was more enviable.
Zhang Anmin also smiled and did not argue with Duan Yiwen.
Attending physicians were attending physicians, and they could not argue with each other.
Zhang Anmin lowered his head and went out. He could still hear Duan Yiwen's disdainful snort behind him. "Taking the salary of the Department of Hepatobiliary and Pancreatic Surgery, but working for the Emergency Medical Center. What a traitor."
The resident doctors who did not dare to argue with him just now cooperated with him.
"She has climbed up to a higher branch."
"He used to work half a day in the department just for show."
"It's different with Ling Ran supporting him."
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"To be honest, Department Director He has a good temper. If he was a fiercer person, he would have exploded when he saw Zhang Anmin doing this."
Zhang Anmin pretended not to hear it and shook his head in disdain.
He Yuanzheng was never known to have a good temper. There were not many surgeons with good tempers, but he could not be fierce. Duan Yiwen might be He Yuanzheng's direct subordinate, but He Yuanzheng was not Yun Hua Hospital's direct subordinate.
Of course, in another way, because Zhang Anmin was not He Yuanzheng's direct subordinate, he was struggling in the Department of Hepatobiliary and Pancreatic Surgery.
Operating Area of the Emergency Medical Center.
Zhang Anmin was thirty minutes late. He went straight to the Operating Area and looked at his surgery schedule.
Over the past few days, he mainly cooperated with Ling Ran in performing surgeries. Sometimes, he performed three surgeries a day, and sometimes, he performed six surgeries a day. He could be considered to have a relatively easy time. After all, laparoscopic surgeries were the majority. Even by the standards of the Department of Hepatobiliary and Pancreatic Surgery, performing five or six laparoscopic cholecystectomies or appendectomies a day was not considered a big deal.
Of course, it was rare for him to perform so many surgeries every day, mainly because he did not have that many patients.
Zhang Anmin's finger swiped down from the surgery schedule printed on A4, and he muttered in his heart, 'Hepatectomy, hepatectomy …'
The difficulty of hepatectomy could not be compared to cholecystectomy. Zhang Anmin felt that performing two hepatectomies a day was more tiring than performing five or six laparoscopic cholecystectomies. In fact, it was a lot more tiring.
However, even if hepatectomy was harder and more tiring, and the pay was lower, Zhang Anmin was still willing to perform hepatectomy.
Only by performing high-end surgeries could one grow, and growth was the goal that surgeons pursued.
As a surgeon in China, everyone's eyes were always on assistant lecturers and senior lecturers. Only when a surgeon became an assistant lecturer would his efforts and returns be proportional. Once he became a senior lecturer, he would undoubtedly enter the era of high returns.
In a tertiary Grade A hospital in China, it was normal for a senior doctor to earn more than an American doctor of the same age. And if he became a department director, his income and treatment would far exceed that of an international specialist of the same age.
Zhang Anmin reckoned that if he continued to work under Ling Ran, or if he was luckier and seized the opportunity to join Ling Ran's treatment group, he would be promoted in less than three or four years.
Zhang Anmin's primary goal was not to be stuck at a bottleneck because of his skills. Of course. If he could master hepatectomy skills that allowed him to perform freelance surgeries, it would be even better.
"Young Zhang, you're a little late." Zuo Cidian had also arrived at the waiting room in the Operating Area.
Zhang Anmin froze for a moment. Zuo Cidian used to call him "Doctor Zhang".
Zhang Anmin raised his head and looked at Zuo Cidian's wrinkled face, which looked like a steamed bun that had been thrown over. Zhang Anmin forced himself to answer, "Old Zuo."
"I have something to discuss with you." Zuo Cidian smiled and looked at Zhang Anmin warmly, as if he was looking at his nephew.
Zhang Anmin hummed in acknowledgment, a little unused to it. He then looked at the A4 paper on the wall and said with a cold expression, "I have a surgery later."
This answer not only answered Zuo Cidian's question, but it also showed Zhang Anmin's current attitude and mood. At the same time, it also answered the question of "a little late" just now. It could be said that Zhang Anmin's performance was at its peak.
In his heart, Zhang Anmin was even a little pleased with himself.
Zuo Cidian glanced at Zhang Anmin and asked, "Do you want to be an assistant lecturer?"
Zhang Anmin's brain instantly froze. A few seconds later, he said wisely, "Yes."
Zuo Cidian smiled. "Then I'll talk to you. Doctor Zhang, do you have time?"
"Yes, Doctor Zuo wants to talk, so I have to make time. You can just call me Young Zhang. "Zhang Anmin fully used his ability to be flexible. At home, he was also the kind of person who would kneel if he was told to. It was not a problem for him to kneel in the workplace. It was even easier for him to talk.
Zuo Cidian naturally showed a smile.
…..
Ling Ran knew nothing about Zuo Cidian and the others' plans, and he could not be bothered to know.
He followed his own rhythm and quietly performed the surgery.
The recent surgeries were on the simple side, but for Ling Ran, every surgery was always rewarding. This was especially so when it came to cholecystectomy. Since he practiced it himself, he needed to think and accumulate more experience.
Ling Ran performed seven surgeries at a leisurely pace until night time, and he slightly filled up the empty room. The patients in the company were discharged too quickly in the past two and a half days, so the number of hospital beds could not reach the ideal ratio.
"Doctor Ling, I've called a car. Let's go." Ma Yanlin was in a rush to get off work, so he quickly came over to invite Ling Ran.
He did not need to say anything since they had arranged the itinerary beforehand.
Ling Ran closed his eyes and rested along the way. When he arrived at the Shao family's restaurant, he stretched and looked around. He had not been here for a few days.
"Where's the waiter who barbecued meat just now?" Ling Ran was very clear about all the variables.
"He's sick." Boss Shao walked over with a smile and said, "I've given the waiter a new physical examination. There's no problem."
"What's his illness?" Ling Ran asked.
Boss Shao hesitated for a moment and said, "Anorexia."
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