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Chapter 903

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Cai Qiong entered the operating theater of the Bazhaixiang hospital branch with slight contempt.

This disdain was not only directed at the Bazhaixiang hospital branch, but also at Ling Ran's treatment group.

Of course, he had heard of Ling Ran's reputation. In Changxi Province, Ling Ran could be said to be a celebrity doctor. But because of this, Cai Qiong had even more reason to look down on him.

In Cai Qiong's eyes, celebrity doctors were all shortcomings.

After all, as a senior attending physician who was older than Zuo Cidian, Cai Qiong still had an advantage in terms of experience. When facing young doctors, even if they were the leaders of treatment groups, Cai Qiong could still proudly say, "When I was a doctor …"

Zuo Cidian could sense some of Cai Qiong's thoughts, but he only responded with contempt in his heart.

"Doctor Cai, let's go this way." Zuo Cidian led the way, and he had no intention of chatting.

The group walked forward quietly, and their slippers stepped on the terrazzo floor.

"Defrost a few more blood bags. Don't let Doctor Ling touch them with his hands again. What if they get cold?" A young nurse suddenly discussed in a low voice from the supply room next door.

A few doctors heard it, but they pretended not to hear it.

"The doctors in the provincial hospital are really bad. They push the patients they can't do well to Doctor Ling. Doctor Ling worked so hard for the past few days, and he almost didn't sleep. When he finally relaxed, they sent a serious patient over … "

"In other words, if they can't do it, they shouldn't have sent them over. In the end, they still have to trouble Doctor Ling."

"By the way, how did you know that Doctor Ling didn't sleep …"

"I knew it …"

The three doctors from the provincial hospital who followed Zuo Cidian became even more silent. The youngest among them moved his lips. He wanted to refute, but in the end, he did not say anything.

What was the point of explaining? What was the point of explaining?

"Doctor Ling likes silence in the operating theater. Don't talk if there's nothing important." When they arrived at the operating theater, Zuo Cidian explained again before he led the three of them to open the airtight access door of the operating theater.

Without Zuo Cidian's introduction, Cai Qiong saw Ling Ran at first glance, who was immersed in the surgery.

Ling Ran stood straight and only lowered his head slightly. He looked like he was very busy.

Cai Qiong could not see Ling Ran's face, so he could only look at his back. When he looked at Ling Ran's inconspicuous movements and his obvious handsomeness, he suddenly could not look at him with contempt anymore.

Cai Qiong was so shocked that he almost stuck his tongue out when he looked at the equipment in the operating theater.

Common C-arm machines, common monitors, and common ultrasonic knives in the provincial hospital …

These items were commonly seen in the provincial hospital, but they were too rare in Bazhaixiang.

In fact, if there were suitable equipment, the provincial hospital could perform the surgery on its own. At the very least, it was not impossible to transport a hepatobiliary specialist from the provincial hospital over.

"Why do you have these?" Cai Qiong did not believe that these belonged to the Bazhaixiang hospital branch. Forget about the fact that even if they sold the Bazhaixiang hospital branch, they would not be able to afford the equipment in this operating theater. The equipment and instruments were too new.

"We brought him here." Zuo Cidian's answer was very simple.

Cai Qiong shook his head. "Why are you carrying so much equipment with you? That's crazy. "

"Don't think too much." Zuo Cidian lowered his voice and said, "You remember what I said before, right?"

Cai Qiong immediately recalled what Zuo Cidian said about being rich, but he said in disbelief, "Even if you're rich, that's not how you spend your money."

Zuo Cidian smiled. "You misunderstood me. What I mean is that even if the provincial hospital is rich, you won't be able to do this. So, this isn't called crazy. "

Cai Qiong wanted to stare into the folds of Zuo Cidian's face so badly.

…..

"How's the blood pressure?" Ling Ran's voice was heard, and the operating theater immediately became quiet.

Ling Ran's attention was focused on the patient's abdominal cavity, and he did not raise his head.

"80, 40." Su Jiafu frowned a little. The control of the patient's blood pressure was not very ideal.

Ling Ran only raised his eyebrows and said, "Pay attention to fluid replacement." Then, he inserted his hand deep into the patient's abdominal cavity.

"Barehanded bleeding control." Zuo Cidian suddenly felt a little proud.

He had seen Ling Ran perform barehanded bleeding control many times, but every time he watched it, he still shuddered for some reason.

This was a skill that combined talent and ability. For normal doctors, it was a "divine skill" that they could only hear but not see, and they could show off at any time.

Cai Qiong was dazzled again.

Surgeons were actually very conservative people. Laparoscopy had been developed for many years, and there were many surgeons who insisted on performing laparotomy. A large part of the reason why they insisted on doing so was that they wanted to see the situation in the abdominal cavity with their own eyes.

It was true that Cai Qiong was a senior attending physician who could not get promoted, but he was also a surgeon.

As he watched Ling Ran's movements, Cai Qiong took a few steps forward in an unnatural manner. He wanted to see more clearly.

Indeed, he could see more clearly.

A large amount of accumulated blood was being drained from the patient's abdominal cavity. The damaged liver looked a little discolored. The liver that had lost its pink color was like a Barbie doll that had lost its hair. It did not look cute at all.

All that was left was pure dirty blood and liver tissue.

As Cai Qiong watched, he thought in his mind, 'What should I do when I encounter such a case?' Then, Cai Qiong tried to compare it with Ling Ran's actual operation.

When faced with the same surgery, the actual operation was obviously much more complicated and difficult than imagined. Cai Qiong thought that the difficulty of the surgery was lower, and he had more things to think about.

This made Cai Qiong a little smug again.

He tilted his head and glanced at Zuo Cidian before he whispered, "Doctor Ling's surgery is quite good."

Zuo Cidian looked askance at Cai Qiong. "Are you saying that the provincial hospital can't perform this surgery?"

"We don't have the conditions." Cai Qiong argued for a while before he turned around and watched Ling Ran perform the surgery.

One second.

Five seconds.

Cai Qiong suddenly realized that Ling Ran had already cut off the portal vein, and the route was completely different from what he thought.

Cai Qiong could not help but focus.

Surgical methods could be seen as a solution to an equation.

Different kinds of equation solutions meant different ways of thinking, just like surgical methods.

Although Cai Qiong was no longer a doctor who pursued skills, he was still somewhat curious about Ling Ran's operating method.

On the operating table, Ling Ran inserted one hand into the patient's body while he operated alone with the other hand. He quickly completed the ligation of the blood vessels.

When Ling Ran withdrew his hand, Cai Qiong suddenly realized that Ling Ran had stopped the blood flow from a distance, and the blood loss was under control.

'How familiar is he with the anatomy of the liver?'

This thought rose in Cai Qiong's mind. When he looked at Ling Ran's operation, he thought, 'How can I learn this kind of skill?'

While he was thinking, he heard Ling Ran say, "Lu Wenbin, I'll leave this to you."

Then, Ling Ran passed most of the sutures to his assistant, Lu Wenbin, who was sitting opposite him.

Lu Wenbin buried his head in the small sutures, and his movements were also very skilled.

Cai Qiong could not help but raise his head and stare at Lu Wenbin.

Lu Wenbin suddenly raised his head and flashed a hearty smile at Cai Qiong. He twisted his neck and tightened his muscles. "You can tell, right? I've been practicing the triceps lately."

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