The meeting room, where the crowd had dispersed, looked desolate.
The 98-inch LCD TV paused the screen, and the various wires below it were all messed up.
The conference table in front of the TV was filled with junk. There were cigarette packs, ashtrays, cigarette butts, drink and packaging boxes, a few books, a few magazines, and a few newspapers that had been torn apart.
Hashimoto Shiro threw his suit to the corner. Three buttons on his shirt were undone, and the soft flesh on his muscular chest and a few strands of soft hair could be vaguely seen.
Pan Hua leaned against the table and twisted a few times before he said, "Continue watching."
"I'm not watching anymore." Hashimoto Shiro shook his head and refused to touch the remote control.
Pan Hua got up and pressed the button himself.
The operating theater on the screen became lively again. The nurse skillfully adjusted the operating table to fit the height of the chief surgeon. Ma Yanlin, who temporarily became the first assistant, stood on a footstool and supported him.
"So annoying." It was not the first time Hashimoto Shiro saw this scene. He muttered in annoyance.
Pan Hua could not hear what he said clearly, but he could guess what he said.
When he was at Keio University Hospital, he realized that Hashimoto Shiro was very sensitive about his height and did not like to use a footstool. Therefore, the taller assistant had to bend down to cooperate. Many of the surgeries in the Orthopedics Department took a long time, so many young doctors complained after the surgery.
Of course, when Hashimoto Shiro cooperated with his professor, he had to use a footstool. However, being an assistant to a professor was obviously not a good memory.
Hashimoto Shiro could see Ling Ran adjusting the operating table in the next few surgery videos. Hashimoto Shiro must be in a very bad mood.
Pan Hua smiled in his heart, but he did not smile for long.
Because the following surgery scenes would also make Pan Hua feel uncomfortable and terrible.
The more he watched, the more annoyed Pan Hua felt.
As an expert who had studied the M-Tang technique, Pan Hua not only understood Ling Ran's operation, but he could also guess most of his decisions. What was he trying to prevent when he tied the knot? What was he trying to discover when he chose a slight deviation in the suture?
Many of the tiny details that doctors who had never performed the M-Tang technique could not discover were displayed in front of Pan Hua one by one. Over and over again, Pan Hua gradually went from praising Ling Ran to contemplating, and from contemplating to being annoyed.
Especially when he watched the recent videos, Pan Hua could clearly feel Ling Ran's improvement.
When a person had already mastered a certain surgical method, it was very difficult to improve by a large margin, and it was also very difficult to improve by a small margin. However, Pan Hua could sense the changes in Ling Ran every few surgeries.
Most of the time, he was getting better. Occasionally, his condition would decline, and it was usually because Ling Ran encountered new problems, and he had to take new measures to solve or avoid them. Every time he encountered such a situation, after a few times, he would notice that Ling Ran's level had increased again.
If he had not gone through the videos one by one, Pan Hu would not have believed that someone could learn so quickly and so well.
What he was even more unwilling to admit was that Ling Ran might have done better than him.
However, as the Americans often said, "If something looks like a duck, quacks like a duck, and walks like a duck, then it is a duck."
If a doctor was more skilled in surgery than you, his intraoperative judgment was more accurate than you, and his patient's prognosis was better than you, then he was a better doctor than you.
Such a conclusion was not what Pan Hu would have expected.
He returned from Japan in a hurry because he wanted to protect his position in Yun Hua Hospital. It was very important for doctors, especially high-end doctors, to become the top doctor in a certain type of surgery. The most basic source of patients was a very real thing.
For example, the M-Tang technique that Ling Ran performed recently had almost completely drained the source of patients with flexor tendon injuries around Yun Hua Hospital. This was also because there was no second expert in suturing in no man's land near Yun Hua Hospital. The other doctors were doing it part-time. Take Wang Haiyang for example. If they encountered someone like him, they would perform it, but if they did not, it did not matter.
However, Pan Hua wanted to specialize in the M-Tang technique, so he would definitely be competing with Ling Ran for the source of patients.
The reason why he returned to the country in a hurry was because he was afraid that Ling Ran would perform too many M-Tang technique surgeries and completely squeeze him out.
However, from the looks of it now, it seemed that he had returned too late.
"I want to stay in the country for a period of time. Can I delay my training?" Pan Hua paused the video and said to Hashimoto Shiro in Japanese, "I know that this request might be a little unusual …"
"I understand your request." Hashimoto Shiro smiled and said, "If I were in the same situation, I would definitely panic. A person who is flustered will make a wrong decision. "
"Huh?"
"Let me guess, you want to stay in this hospital and compete with him, right?" Hashimoto Shiro pursed his lips and faced Ling Ran on the screen.
Ling Ran's eyes were sharp, and his focused expression could be seen through the screen. Hashimoto Shiro exerted a lot of effort to move his one-sided abdominal muscles, got up, and turned off the television.
Pan Hua reluctantly hummed and said, "I will have to come back eventually. Instead of competing for patients later, it's better to do it earlier."
"You're wrong." Hashimoto Shiro chuckled.
"Hashimoto-kun, please explain." Pan Hua knew the other person's hobby.
Hashimoto Shiro shook his head in satisfaction and said, "From the video and the prognosis, it can be seen that there is still a gap between you and Ling Ran when it comes to flexor tendon sutures. So, what's the point of you staying? You'll only be left behind even faster. "
Pan Hua was silent.
Hashimoto Shiro smiled and said, "Your best choice is to use the upcoming training opportunity to improve your skills and learn new techniques. Then, when you return to China, you will crush him with absolute strength."
Hashimoto Shiro crushed the paper cup in his hand into a ball.
Under Hashimoto Shiro's guidance, Pan Hua seemed to have found a direction, and his eyes lit up.
"Ah, it's already so late." Pan Hua pretended to be surprised and said, "Mr. Hashimoto, let me treat you to some China specialties."
"Can I?"
"Of course. Do you prefer a big store or a small specialty store?"
"Specialty shops, I like specialty shops." Hashimoto Shiro's eyes lit up as he fantasized.
The two of them quickly went downstairs, crossed the road, entered an alley, crossed the road, and entered an alley …
Thirty minutes later.
Hashimoto Shiro sat in a shop and stared at the words "Yun Hua Hospital" not far away. He silently put on his gloves and started to peel the crayfish.
"This is the most unique and popular item in China today." Pan Hua drank a mouthful of soup in satisfaction and peeled the crayfish with his bare hands. He said, "While I was in your country, I thought about this day and night."
"You missed crayfish the most during the few months you were abroad?" Hashimoto Shiro asked Pan Hua, puzzled.
"Yes, you'll know why once you taste it. Let me tell you, no one is happier than we are right now."
Hashimoto Shiro peeled the shell of a crayfish with great effort and took a bite. His expression became slightly better. "Indeed, it's delicious."
"Right? The happiest thing in life is eating a box of crayfish after a busy day."
Hashimoto Shiro was speechless.
…..
The Emergency Medicine building of Yun Hua Hospital was still brightly lit.
Ling Ran felt a little uneasy since he only performed three surgeries. He thought that he had nothing to do at home, so he went back to the hospital to look for surgeries to perform.
Yun Hua Hospital had a population of up to ten million people. High-end surgeries like flexor tendon sutures covered a wider area. In such a large area, patients with flexor tendon ruptures were produced at a fixed rate every day, and the number was relatively stable.
Ling Ran only performed three surgeries using the M-Tang technique, which meant that he did not consume all the patients. Naturally, the patients had to go to other hospitals for treatment. Even if Ling Ran wanted to perform more surgeries tomorrow, he could not make up for it.
Ling Ran was naturally very dissatisfied with this. Fortunately, he was free at night, so he simply informed Department Director Huo and contacted the hospital that wanted to transfer the patients.
Along with the new patients that came in at night, Ling Ran finally managed to get two surgeries with four fingers.
After a round of work, it was already midnight.
"Doctor Ling, you must be tired. Come and have some crayfish." A few young nurses warmly greeted Ling Ran, and when he did not object, they pulled him into the waiting room.
"Doctor Ling, have some crayfish." A young nurse peeled a complete crayfish and placed it in front of Ling Ran.
"This is bigger." Another crayfish was placed in front of Ling Ran.
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