Before Li Ling went to bed, she carefully put on a set of super light makeup again.
The so-called light makeup was so detailed that a straight man would not be able to see it even if he looked closely.
Her best friend looked at Li Ling, who looked like a 90-point girl again. She praised her against her will and said, "Someone has seen your eye wax. Is it too late to put on makeup now?"
Li Ling chuckled and said with a gaze as sharp as lightning, "So what if he has seen it? Look at it from a positive perspective. He has seen my ugliest face. What else do I have to be afraid of?"
"Afraid of losing?" her best friend answered in a low voice.
Li Ling pouted. "It's impossible for me to lose."
Her best friend smiled.
"Look at this bear, look at this waist!" Li Ling said seriously, "These are all real."
Her best friend patted her shoulder gently and nodded in agreement. She said, "But Doctor Ling is really handsome."
"Don't be afraid. Do you know what's the best thing about a handsome young man?"
"Youth!" Li Ling's gaze was firm as she said, "Being young means that you don't know much. No matter how handsome a handsome man is, he will still fall into our hands."
When her best friend heard the word "our", her eyes instantly lit up, and she fell into blind imagination.
Li Ling did not even need to turn her head to say, "Don't think too much. I mean, I'll be the one doing the surgery, and you'll be the wingman."
"Fine. You'll be the one doing the surgery." Her best friend gave her a big plastic smile, and it looked like they were friends.
Three o 'clock in the morning.
Li Ling was woken up. The first thing she did was to check her makeup.
"Get ready for surgery." The nurse glanced at her and did not say anything else.
Li Ling hummed in acknowledgment and said, "I'll touch up my makeup."
Until she was carried to the operating table, Li Ling held the mirror and did not want to let go.
The circulating nurse was too lazy to talk. She first went around the operating table and scolded the new medical intern.
"Put your scrubs in your pants."
"Your hair is exposed. Get out. Come back after you tidy up."
"Are you wearing underwear? Who told you not to wear underwear? Go, come back after you put on your underwear! "
When Li Ling heard this, she could not help but curse in her heart. 'It must be some coquettish b * tch …'
At this time, a familiar and pleasant voice sounded, "Numb him."
Li Ling wanted to raise her head, but her eyelids became heavy.
"Let's start." Ling Ran extended his hand and asked for an instrument. He made a curved incision above the navel.
Zhang Anmin was his assistant. He stood between the patient's legs and helped to lift the abdominal wall around the navel with a pair of cloth forceps.
Then, Ling Ran extended his hand and asked for a Trocar. He pierced it into the patient's abdominal cavity and started to create a pneumoperitoneum …
He was very familiar with what he was doing. In the eyes of the doctors beside him, there was no problem at all.
Surgeons were actually very stereotyped when they did things. Most of the surgical procedures were also very fixed. For example, the single-site laparoscopy through the umbilical cord was a laparoscope that was performed through the navel. When a normal human was treated with a pneumoperitoneum, the anatomical structures inside the laparoscope were basically the same, and the surgical sequence was also the same.
If there were any changes, it would be attributed to the improvement of tactics.
Regardless of whether it was for the doctor or the patient, it was a good thing to be able to maintain a pattern or even a little rigid when performing surgeries.
If a standardized surgery was performed, it could be said that the surgery was successful. The prognosis might not be the best, but it could still reach a certain standard.
For ordinary doctors, what they pursued was to complete the surgery safely. It would be better if the surgery could go smoothly, or if the surgery could be sped up a little.
However, Ling Ran did not feel this way.
Unlike the skills given to him by the system, Ling Ran's current cholecystectomy was only at Specialist Level, and he felt that he was not used to it.
He could perform a normal three-site laparoscopy smoothly, but when he switched to the single-site laparoscopy, which had higher requirements, he could clearly feel the difference between him and the single-site laparoscopy.
Now that Ling Ran thought about it, the number of cholecystectomies he performed using single-site laparoscopy was only in the double digits.
For ordinary doctors, the number of surgeries in the double digits was actually quite a lot.
This was especially true for young doctors. Even when they became attending physicians, the number of surgeries they performed as chief surgeons was only in the triple digits. Many resident doctors in hospitals could not even reach this number. Aside from the most common main surgical methods, such as appendicitis, the number of surgeries they performed for the rest of the surgery was usually in the double digits.
If the surgeries were further subdivided, such as open laparoscopy, three-site laparoscopy, and single-site laparoscopy, the number of surgeries they performed would be even fewer.
Even some senior attending physicians might not be able to perform that many surgeries.
This was because everyone's time and energy were focused on the main surgical methods, and there were always some surgeries that they could not be bothered with.
However, this situation was a little unusual for Ling Ran.
While Ling Ran performed the surgery, he thought about it and felt the similarities and differences between different types of surgeries.
This kind of similarities and differences was something that the patients and the doctors who were watching from the sidelines could not understand. This was especially true for those doctors who had never come into contact with Master Level skills. They could not sense too many things from a small surgery like cholecystectomy.
Ling Ran would not lie to himself.
"How many more surgeries are there next?" Ling Ran's eyes were fixed on the screen. He operated the forceps and lifted the patient's gallbladder as he asked.
The operating theater instantly fell silent.
Ling Ran was usually unwilling to chat in the operating theater, but when he spoke, the other doctors in the operating theater would pay attention to him.
"Five surgeries are scheduled today," Zhang Anmin quickly replied.
According to Zuo Cidian's arrangement, most of the surgeries today were performed on patients from the Department of Hepatobiliary and Pancreatic Surgery. Even though the Emergency Medical Center and the Department of Hepatobiliary and Pancreatic Surgery were as close as brothers and sisters, it was still better to occupy the patients and hospital beds from other departments for the sake of convenience.
Ling Ran no longer wanted to perform more surgeries. He shook his head gently and said, "There are too many. Can you do them?"
Zhang Anmin was stunned for a moment. "I can …"
"Then, I'll leave the remaining five surgeries to you," Ling Ran said decisively.
"Ah …" Zhang Anmin gasped and subconsciously asked, "What about you?"
"I'll think about it." Ling Ran had not thought about it yet. The Department of Hepatobiliary and Pancreatic Surgery in Yun Hua Hospital was a weak department. He Yuanzheng's advantage was in the liver, and it was better for Ling Ran to learn cholecystectomy by himself than to learn from him.
In comparison, doctors from the General Surgery Department could perform cholecystectomy as well, but he did not know if the department director of the General Surgery Department could achieve Master Level in cholecystectomy.
Before Ling Ran could think about it, the system had already given him a mission.
[Mission: Knowledge Seeker]
[Mission Details: Improve your cholecystectomy to Master Level]
[Mission Reward: Intermediate Treasure Chest]
Ling Ran pursed his lips and evaluated in his heart. 'If I upgrade it to Specialist Level, it'll be an Intermediate Treasure Chest. If I upgrade it to Master Level, it'll also be an Intermediate Treasure Chest? That doesn't make sense. '
The mission notification flashed twice, but it still did not change.
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