According to the social norms that Ling Ran accepted, he had to give something back when he received benefits.
Because of Zhang Anmin's advancement, Ling Ran received an Intermediate Treasure Chest. So, Ling Ran gave Zhang Anmin a gentle smile and nodded. He said, "I'll perform laparotomy for you later."
Compared to abdominal closure, laparotomy was a much better treatment.
This was like picking a pound of meat, but the meat picked in the morning and the meat picked in the evening were two different concepts.
Zhang Anmin followed Ling Ran to perform surgeries, and it was rare for him to be picked in the morning. He was excited for a moment.
When he entered the operating theater, Zhang Anmin was still immersed in excitement. He only hesitated when he held the pen to draw the line.
"What surgical method are we going to use?" Zhang Anmin looked at Ling Ran. Among the various surgical methods, choledochoduodenal anastomosis was one of the younger ones. It was only proposed by Riede in the nineties. However, due to the inherent shortcomings and needs of the surgery, this kind of surgery developed very quickly. Now, there were more than five main surgical methods, and there were countless variations.
As a professional doctor in the Department of Hepatobiliary and Pancreatic Surgery, Zhang Anmin also learned a few types of choledochoduodenal anastomosis. However, when he thought about his own learning process, Zhang Anmin was more worried that Ling Ran's arsenal was not enough.
After all, Ling Ran learned cholecystectomy from him. Choledochoduodenal anastomosis was a little more complicated. Even if Ling Ran was a genius and learned some things when he was freelance, it was impossible for him to learn all five surgical methods.
It was easy to perform laparotomy, and it was also easy to draw the line. But if the line was drawn at a position that was not in line with the chief surgeon's habits, or even if the chief surgeon was not familiar with the surgical method, what should he do?
He might not even have time to perform laparotomy, and he might not even be able to take care of himself.
Zhang Anmin looked at Ling Ran carefully.
Ling Ran looked at Zhang Anmin strangely. "I'll let you choose to perform laparotomy. You make the decision."
Zhang Anmin felt a little panicked. As the saying went, being in the king's company was like being with a tiger.
Zhang Anmin raised his head and looked around.
The young nurse, Wang Jia, held a No. 7 scalpel in her hand. The knife was sharp, and her teeth were sharp. She still maintained the enthusiasm and unreasonable attitude of a young girl who chased after a celebrity.
The circulating nurse was Nurse Niu. She had the body of a tank that a strong woman in her forties should have. Her rough big hands could easily crush plaster casts and bend steel plates. The photos that she posted on her WeChat Moments always attracted a lot of criticism. Those who dared to expose the truth were all crushed.
The anesthetist was still Su Jiafu. His eyes were lifeless as he sat on the round stool. He looked like a good kid who had high scores but low ability, was excellent in both conduct and studies, and could be bullied by anyone. However, Zhang Anmin knew that the way he acted as a simp could not be imitated by ordinary hallucinogens.
"I … Can I do a laparotomy?" Zhang Anmin whispered as he struggled, afraid of death.
Ling Ran said nonchalantly, "Use the tactics you're familiar with."
He had mastered Perfect Level Choledochoduodenal Anastomosis. No matter which surgical method Zhang Anmin chose, Ling Ran could perform it and give Zhang Anmin guidance.
From Ling Ran's perspective, since he was guiding Zhang Anmin, he naturally had to choose a technique that Zhang Anmin was familiar with so that he could better improve and train Zhang Anmin's skills.
However, how could Zhang Anmin guess Ling Ran's thoughts?
He looked at Ling Ran with a blurry gaze, hoping to get some more instructions.
There was none.
Zhang Anmin could not help but feel a wave of despair. The operating theater had always been a place where chief surgeons could show off. However, if the assistant did not cooperate well and caused the chief surgeons to not show off smoothly, what kind of experience would that be?
That was Zhang Anmin's experience in the Department of Hepatobiliary and Pancreatic Surgery.
Zhang Anmin was silent for a long time. In the end, he said while trembling with fear, "Then, should I use roux-en-y anastomosis?"
This was the most common surgical method in choledochoduodenal anastomosis, and it was also the basic surgical method of many variations of the surgical methods. The effect of showing off was minimal, but it was the safest surgical method.
But in simple terms, roux-en-y anastomosis was definitely not as simple as choledochoduodenal anastomosis.
Zhang Anmin did not know which one to choose. Instinctively, he felt that choosing the simplest method might not fit Doctor Ling's temperament.
Ling Ran nodded indifferently.
Zhang Anmin could not help but breathe a sigh of relief. He quickly drew a line on the patient's belly. Because he was too excited, the line he drew was slightly bent.
"I'll draw another line." Zhang Anmin did not dare to say that he would only change it after the incision. The line was not even straight. If he changed it after the incision, how would the senior doctor agree to it?
Zhang Anmin rubbed the line with alcohol before he took a black pen and gently drew.
The patient's belly was slightly fat. When he drew to the end, Zhang Anmin's hand slipped again, and the line was crooked.
"I … should I draw another line?" Zhang Anmin looked at Ling Ran carefully.
Ling Ran nodded warmly and said, "Change to a different color."
Zhang Anmin hummed in acknowledgment and extended his hand to ask for a pen.
He carefully drew a white line … and when he reached the end of the line …
It was crooked!
"Change to another color?" Zhang Anmin felt so guilty that his hands were about to tremble.
Nurse Niu was a little too lazy to take a pen. She said, "Many patients' incisions are not straight. It's okay. When the wound is bandaged, no one will be able to tell."
Zhang Anmin glanced at Ling Ran carefully and quickly said, "Sorry for the trouble, I'll draw another line."
Wang Jia also said, "Doctor Ling probably prefers straight lines."
Ling Ran nodded naturally.
Nurse Niu sighed and said, "Then wait, I'll go and look for a few more colors."
Zhang Anmin took a deep breath, gathered his qi in his chest, and quietly continued to exert strength.
"It's crooked."
"I'll try again later."
"I'm sorry …"
Very soon, he drew a crooked dough twist made of various colors on the patient's abdomen.
"Let's wipe it." Zhang Anmin went from feeling guilty to being used to it, and he slowly began to not care about it.
Ling Ran put his hands up and did not urge them to do anything. After all, he felt uncomfortable looking at the crooked line. In comparison, tiredness was nothing.
"I'll draw again," Zhang Anmin said as he took back the black pen and drew a line seriously.
A straight line.
Zhang Anmin was stunned for a moment. Then, he asked in self-doubt, "Is it done?"
"It should be done." Nurse Niu yawned and glared at Zhang Anmin without hiding it.
At the same time, a notification of mission completion popped up in front of Ling Ran.
[Mission Completed: Train a newbie]
[Mission Objective: Increase the skill level of a doctor]
[Mission Reward: Intermediate Treasure Chest]
Ling Ran thought for three seconds before he asked, "System, what is the skill level that I'm increasing? Zhang Anmin's line?
"Yes," the system answered with certainty.
Ling Ran looked at Zhang Anmin deeply. A doctor who contributed two treasure chests in one day could be said to be very good.
Zhang Anmin felt guilty again when Ling Ran looked at him. He asked in a low voice, "Is this okay?"
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