"Doctor Hashimoto, if you want to watch Ling Ran's surgery, you'll have to wait for us to arrange a patient for you …" Huo Congjun looked at Doctor Zhou.
Doctor Zhou was the one with the most cunning ideas. He had been trying to guess what everyone was thinking just now. At this time, when Huo Congjun stared at him, Doctor Zhou immediately stood up and said, "Can we watch the video?"
"Oh right, we have a recording!" Huo Congjun immediately praised Doctor Zhou in his heart. He felt that although this guy was lazy, he was quite quick-witted.
Doctor Zhou smiled and said, "Our Operating Theater 1 has recorded a few surgeries. The videos should still be there."
Before this, filming the surgery was mainly for Ling Ran to learn, and it was also for Huo Congjun to do a spot check.
Operating Theater 1 of the Emergency Department of Yun Hua Hospital was very good, and it was relatively convenient to film in the operating theater. However, it was not used often, and young doctors like Ling Ran used it the most.
"Then, shall we watch the video first?" Huo Congjun's question was a question, but he had already made up his mind.
Compared to surgeries on the spot, there was no risk in watching the video, and it could still be spread by Hashimoto Shiro.
"The recording is also very good." Hashimoto Shiro nodded in agreement.
"Old Zhou, go and get it," Huo Congjun ordered before he looked at Department Director Jin.
The latter immediately sent someone over to adjust the equipment.
Soon, the luxurious 98-inch LCD screen in the Hand Surgery Department played the scene of the operating theater.
"The patient is Mao Jiaying, 35 years old, single finger laceration …" Lu Wenbin was called to the stage to introduce the patient. He was a resident doctor who was also the first assistant. He had to memorize all the patients' medical history by heart. Ling Ran, on the other hand, did not need to pay attention to so many chores. He only needed to listen to the information that Lu Wenbin had simplified, such as allergies, physiological indicators that affected the surgery, and so on.
Chief Physician Wang Haiyang waited for Lu Wenbin to make a basic introduction before he said coldly, "This is the patient you just did the test on."
Pan Hua held the medical record and read it. He nodded and thought for a while before he said, "The test we did just now …"
"Wait, let me guess." Hashimoto Shiro extended his hand to stop Pan Hu from explaining.
He narrowed his eyes, stretched his neck, and said slowly, "It's the first patient, right? A single finger laceration is consistent. From the location of the injury … "
"You guessed right." Wang Haiyang interrupted him and asked, "Can we start?"
The resident doctor from the Hand Surgery Department immediately ended the time-out.
The video started from the moment the incision was made. Two-thirds of the screen on the left was a direct view of the operating surface of the surgery. The other one-third was playing the scene in the operating theater as well as the numbers on the monitor.
Hashimoto Shiro carefully compared Ling Ran's hand movements and the state of the surgical field. He did not say anything.
After performing a hand function test on the patient using the Goldie Wing Technique, Hashimoto Shiro no longer cared about the problems during the surgery. His focus was on Ling Ran himself.
Ling Ran was wearing a mask and surgical magnifying glasses, so his face could not be seen clearly. But his straight nose, smooth skin, straight waist, and flawless body made Hashimoto Shiro very uncomfortable.
This kind of idol-level man must have been pestered by girls during middle school to the point that he couldn't study. Or perhaps he had squandered his youth in clubs.
Hashimoto Shiro's gaze wandered around before it landed on the scrub nurse.
The nurse was very young. She had big eyes, long eyelashes, and a small nose. She looked very cute. She was busy and focused, and her chest seemed to be very big.
Hashimoto Shiro, who was a surgeon, smiled and said in Japanese, "The nurses in China are all very beautiful. Is she Doctor Ling's girlfriend? What's his name? "
Ling Ran hesitated for a moment and looked at Lu Wenbin. He performed four or five surgeries every day. How could he remember every nurse he worked with? He was only familiar with Wang Jia and the others.
Before Lu Wenbin could say anything, the plain and ugly resident doctor could not help but say, "This is Su Mengxue. Of course, she's not Doctor Ling's girlfriend."
His voice was not loud, but it was very smooth. "Although Su Mengxue has only been in our hospital for more than a year, she's already a full-time nurse in the operating theater. She especially likes to eat rice noodles, and she can really eat spicy food. But no matter how much she eats, she won't get fat …"
"Not Doctor Ling's girlfriend? What a pity. She's a very cute girl. Is the rice noodles that cross the bridge?" Hashimoto Shiro asked through the interpreter.
The plain and ugly resident doctor nodded.
Hashimoto Shiro let out a long sigh and said, "The hospitals in China are also very good. Beautiful young nurses can make the doctors more energetic. When I was in the hospital, the nurses I often worked with were all middle-aged women … "
The interpreter could only translate half of what Hashimoto Shiro said, and as he continued to translate, he could no longer hear Hashimoto Shiro's words. Instead, he heard heavy breathing in Japanese.
The plain and ugly resident doctor's expression also changed drastically.
He looked at the 98-inch LCD screen again. Scrub Nurse Su Mengxue approached Ling Ran. No one knew what she said, but she put her face close to his chest and rubbed against Ling Ran's chest with all her might. She rubbed against Ling Ran's chest again and again and again …
In a direction where the operating theater director could not see, the young nurse Su Mengxue clearly showed an expression of enjoyment and happiness.
She had forgotten that the direction in which she had turned was the direction of the camera.
"Did she speak just now? What did she say? "The plain and ugly resident doctor knew that it was not his turn to speak, but he still asked nervously.
"She wanted to wipe her sweat," Ling Ran explained with a calm expression.
"Wipe my sweat … Can you wipe your sweat like this?" He had been in the operating theater for a few years, and his voice trembled.
"Isn't it?" Ling Ran asked.
Lu Wenbin, who was six feet and eight inches tall, looked at his colleague, who looked so ordinary that it was hard for people to remember his name. He smiled sympathetically and naturally looked down on him.
Hashimoto Shiro, who had been in the operating theater for more than ten years, only did not let others see that his body was swaying because of his overall weight.
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