For the next few days, Pan Hua went to different hospitals.
Keio University Hospital was quite famous, especially in East Asia and Southeast Asia. It could basically be regarded as a top hospital. As the second-in-command of the Orthopedics Department of Keio University Hospital, Hashimoto Shiro often handled patients from Singapore, Malaysia, Thailand, China, Vietnam, and other places.
For the rich and powerful orthopedic patients in Changxi Province, since they met Hashimoto Shiro, they naturally had to invite him to take a look.
Hashimoto Shiro was indeed skilled, and he did not have any psychological burden. He wrote a few prescriptions and personally performed a hip replacement surgery, which received unanimous praise.
Pan Hua followed Hashimoto as the first assistant, and he was considered a familiar face. He was also recognized by many leaders in the health care system.
After a fulfilling three-day trip, Pan Hua returned to Yun Hua Hospital in a good mood.
He admitted that Ling Ran's talent in the M-Tang technique was slightly better, and his current skills were also slightly better. However, being a doctor was not just about performing surgeries. It was also very important to socialize with other people, and it was also very important to build connections. Moreover, Ling Ran only knew how to perform the M-Tang technique. At best, he was just a powerful specialist doctor.
Pan Hua returned to his familiar seat and looked around. He missed it very much.
The Hand Surgery Department was an advantage department in Yun Hua Hospital. Unlike the Emergency Department, where all the doctors were enclosed in a large open office, all the department directors and chief physicians could have their own small office. Although the associate chief physicians did not have their own small rooms, there were green plants that were half the height of a person separating their positions. It was spacious and had a certain degree of privacy.
Most importantly, every associate chief physician was surrounded by junior doctors from the same treatment group. It was not only convenient for management, but also convenient for them to receive flattery. It was very humane. When some chief physicians were free, they liked to come over and enjoy themselves.
Pan Hua had stayed in Hashimoto's hospital for a long time. He had to suck up to Hashimoto Shiro every day, and only occasionally had the chance to suck up to the professors. He was also physically and mentally exhausted, and he really needed the nourishment of mental energy.
He relaxed his whole body and leaned back in the chair. With a push of his leg, the computer chair moved out of the green area. The junior doctors immediately pricked up their ears.
"It's still more comfortable in China. When I see something, I don't have to think about how to say it in Japanese. I don't have to greet people when I see them." Pan Hua used the chair as a pillow and looked at the ceiling.
"Japanese people are just too hypocritical." The attending physician at the side played along.
"That's right. Moreover, the doctors even have to bow to the patients. But in the end, after the patients enter the operating theater, it's still not the same." Pan Hua pursed his lips and casually ridiculed.
"Are the Japanese messing around in the operating theater?" asked the deputy chief physician next door.
"Some of their operating theaters have surveillance cameras. If it's a special patient with power and money, his family can even watch the surgery …"
"Does that mean I can mess around in an operating theater without any surveillance cameras?" The associate chief physician chuckled.
Pan Hua finally came to his senses. With a 'heh' sound, he let out a satisfied sigh. "It's still better to be in China. My sense of humor has been polished away after going overseas to further my studies."
A few junior doctors who did not join in the conversation quickly cooperated and laughed a few times.
Pan Hua stretched his back again and mocked himself, "I wonder how many patients the Emergency Department snatched away from me this time."
"When you come back, they won't be able to fight for it anymore." A doctor chuckled in cooperation.
"Hmm …" Pan Hua thought for a few seconds and asked, "How many flexor tendon sutures has he performed over the past few days? I'm talking about that Ling Ran. "
No one wanted to be unlucky, so the junior doctors around them did not say a word.
"Young Tie, you tell me." Pan Hua directly named him.
"Um … twenty-four cases." Young Tie was an attending physician whom Pan Hua had brought up. He scratched his head and answered helplessly.
"Hmm …" Pan Hua suppressed the surprise in his heart. He put his hands into his pockets and clenched his fists tightly.
To be honest, Pan Hua had never thought about performing six flexor tendon sutures on average every day.
Even if all six cases of flexor tendon sutures were single-finger sutures, a surgeon would still be exhausted if he performed six cases in a day, let alone four days in a row.
Forget about other things, wearing a microscope for a whole day would also make him dizzy. Even if his eyeballs could stand it, his ears and head would resist.
However, Pan Hua had watched Ling Ran's surgery videos and knew that he had previously performed four to five surgeries a day. Adding one more case was not something unimaginable.
No, it was still very difficult to imagine.
In Pan Hua's mind, a chief surgeon was considered diligent if he performed three cases of flexor tendon sutures a day. Four cases was considered a stretch, and five cases was the limit. Even if the chief surgeon wanted to perform the surgery, the hospital would usually not arrange so many surgeries.
In fact, the chief surgeon would not request to perform five cases a day. A chief surgeon who could perform flexor tendon sutures was at least forty years old. Even standing for more than ten hours would take their lives …
Pan Hua's train of thought suddenly came to a halt.
"Ling Ran is twenty-two years old this year?" Pan Hua asked as he recalled.
"Yes." Young Tie looked around. No one answered him, so he could only answer in a pitiful manner.
He did feel wronged. What he answered was what everyone knew. Why did he have to bear the brunt of Pan Hua's anger?
Pan Hua had mixed feelings in his heart.
A forty-year-old middle-aged man had the deepest understanding of his own body.
Twenty years ago, Pan Hua could also stand for ten hours a day while performing surgeries. Unfortunately, at that time, he only had physical strength and no skills. He could only stand for ten hours a day, and all he did was retract, aspirate, occasionally tie a knot, and suture the skin. He was so happy that it was as if he had eaten three pounds of crayfish for free.
During the first five years of Pan Hua's life, the so-called consolation knots and reward sutures had almost been used.
"Let's go and watch Ling Ran's surgery." Pan Hua stood up, put on his white coat, and left.
Young Tie was stunned. He quickly jogged to catch up and said, "Department Associate Director Pan, are we going just like this?"
"I'm not going to the ward. Can't I go to the operating theater to take a look?" Pan Hua did not stop walking.
Doctors often wandered between different operating theaters, especially extroverted doctors. When they were bored during the surgery, they could not stay in the waiting room. They might as well wander from one operating theater to another.
Ordinary tertiary Grade A hospitals used the model of the surgical floor. They gathered the operating theaters on one floor to facilitate management. It was the same for larger hospitals. Whichever department had the ability to expand their business to the extent that they could use an entire floor would get the operating theater on that floor.
The country was quite willing to invest in infrastructure.
However, regardless of whether it was a large or a small hospital, doctors frequently wandered between operating theaters. Regardless of whether the doctors were bored, wanted to learn a certain surgical method, or wanted to understand the situation of other departments, it was very difficult for the hospital to prohibit such behavior.
Pan Hua arrived at the operating theater of the Emergency Department, asked for scrubs, and rushed in.
The operating theater could only call Huo Congjun in a hurry and quietly follow Pan Hua.
Ling Ran was in full swing in the operating theater.
Pan Hua's arrival had indirectly urged Ling Ran.
There were only so many patients with flexor tendon injuries on the map of Yun Hua every day. He could enjoy them alone now, but it did not mean that he could enjoy them forever.
Ling Ran's main idea was to take advantage of the time he could and open as many cases as he could.
Besides, Ling Ran was getting more and more skilled. Now, the time he took to perform six flexor tendon surgeries a day was about the same as the time he used to spend on five. Ling Ran simply stayed in the operating theater all day and only went back to the dormitory to sleep at night.
Pan Hua watched from outside the operating theater for a few minutes before he stepped on the door and walked in.
Ling Ran looked up and only nodded without saying anything.
Pan Hua did not bother to greet him. One of them performed, and the other watched. The others just watched.
"Scissors."
"Vascular forceps."
"Gauze."
Ling Ran occasionally spoke, and the rest of the time, he immersed himself in the surgery. It was completely different from the other operating theaters, where people talked and laughed.
Lu Wenbin and the others were used to it. They lowered their heads and worked.
Ling Ran could not help but feel extremely pleased.
The environment he liked the most was not a lonely environment where he was alone, although he did not hate it.
However, when it came to liking, Ling Ran liked it the most when there were a lot of people around him, but everyone was quiet, did not speak, and obeyed the order.
There were always some doctors who liked the operating theater, and there were always some doctors who hated it. There were also some doctors who only treated it as a normal workplace. For Ling Ran, the operating theater was simply a sports field where he could run freely. Of course, this sports field prohibited noise, running, jumping, rolling, chatting, sweating, and spitting …
Ling Ran did not speak, and Pan Hua did not speak. The assistants felt even more pressured. The atmosphere was solemn, and even their breathing became tense.
Pan Hua had seen Ling Ran's surgery countless times.
When he watched it live, he felt that it was very familiar. He felt that there was not much difference from the video. He even knew what Ling Ran was going to do next and what he was going to use …
But it was precisely because of this that Pan Hua felt even more shocked.
Practice made perfect when it came to surgeries. Surgical methods were not martial arts manuals. In this era of advanced information, anyone who wanted to see it could always see it. There were only a few people who could do it.
Up until now, Ling Ran had performed almost one hundred M-Tang technique surgeries.
This kind of quantity and quality could not be taken lightly in any country or region.
Pan Hua looked at Ling Ran's skillful and relaxed expression. He could imagine how Ling Ran had secretly accumulated the number of surgeries he performed during the period when he was away for his in-service training. And in the following period of time, Ling Ran would continue to do so.
Six surgeries a day meant that he could complete one hundred, one hundred, or even more in a month …
Although Pan Hua could come into contact with the world's most advanced technology and medical ideas every day in Keio University, he might not be able to complete six surgeries in a month …
* Shick. *
Pan Hua stepped on the door and left the operating theater.
"Huh? You're not going to watch anymore? "Young Tie was stunned. He then smiled stiffly at Ling Ran, who turned around, and quickly left the operating theater.
"Young Tie." Pan Hua was waiting in the corridor outside the operating theater.
"Chief Physician Pan."
"You guys should also strive to perform more surgeries. I can still stay in the country for a few more days. During these few days, I'll strive to take care of you guys for a few more days, mainly you. After that, I will go back to Japan to continue my studies. "Pan Hua said it with great emotion.
If he had brought along Young Tie and the others earlier, Huo Congjun's Emergency Department would not have needed to do anything, let alone a junior doctor like Ling Ran who only knew how to perform one surgical method.
Little Tie was overjoyed. He quickly nodded and said, "I'll be staying in the hospital for the next few days."
"Not just these few days, but also during the time I went to Japan for further studies.
Stay in the hospital 24 hours a day. "
"Eh? 24 hours? "
"What? You can't do it?" Pan Hua said coldly, "When you were a chief resident, weren't you on call 24 hours a day?"
"That … I've already been a chief resident …" Young Tie's voice became softer and softer under Pan Hua's gaze. "Chief Physician Pan, I was still single when I became a chief resident. Now that I have a wife and a child, if I stay in the hospital 24 hours a day, I might become single again …"
Pan Hua was furious when he heard that. He said helplessly, "Then go home for a few hours a day and coax your wife."
"Chief Physician Pan …"
"So what?!"
"I still have to help the child with his homework, cook a meal, do some cleaning and laundry …"
"Are you done? Do you know how hardworking Japanese doctors are? "
"Yes, yes, yes … Well, it's mainly because my wife has a job too …"
Pan Hua sighed when he heard that and said, "How about this, I'll teach you. You go back and ask her if she wants a doctor with a bright future as her husband or a useless attending physician for life. Talk to her nicely. Women are also reasonable."
"Okay." Young Tie gained some confidence after receiving guidance from a respected senior doctor. He followed Pan Hua out of the building. When he saw that Pan Hua wanted to hail a taxi, he immediately said enthusiastically, "Chief Physician Pan, are you going home? My car is parked downstairs, let me give you a ride. "
"I'm not going home, I'm going to Hilton Hotel." Pan Hua nodded slightly.
"Are you going to look for Mr. Hashimoto now?" Young Tie's gaze was a little strange.
Pan Hua felt the need to explain, so he said softly, "I'm staying in a hotel today."
"Huh, it's not easy for you to come back. Aren't you going home?"
"Why do you sound like my wife?" Pan Hua said angrily, "What are you talking about? I came back for work, not for a holiday."
Pan Hua paused for a while and put away his out-of-control expression. He chuckled and said, "Young Tie, let me tell you, if a man wants to do something, he must have a strong will and an indomitable spirit. He can't just listen to his wife. Even if I'm kicked out of the house, it doesn't matter, I'm staying in Hilton. "
Young Tie hummed in acknowledgment and said, "Chief Physician, my salary is not enough to stay in Hilton."
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