Gastrectomy and hepatectomy could be said to be the strategic weapons in Ling Ran's arsenal. This was especially true for hepatectomy. After Ling Ran upgraded it to Perfect Level through continuous surgeries, the types of livers he could remove could be said to be huge.
This was the very unreasonable side of Ling Ran's skills from the system.
When ordinary doctors performed surgeries and practiced, there would always be differences in their skills. Some were good at it, and some were bad at it. Even so, they could still combine their skills to produce powerful skills.
When they operated, it was nothing more than choosing patients and choosing the patients they were good at.
This was also a great misunderstanding that ordinary people had about doctors. Most people thought that? A great doctor should be strong in all aspects. If they looked at it from a comparison point of view, the weakness of a great doctor might be stronger than the strength of an ordinary doctor. However, when it came to absolute value, a weakness was still a weakness at the end of the day.
An analogy was very easy to understand. 'Why didn't you get full marks in your college entrance examination?'
When there were enough types of knowledge and a wide range of knowledge, there were very few people who could get full marks in a simple question like the college entrance examination. It was obviously unrealistic to ask clinicians to be omniscient in the field of human medicine, which humans had yet to fully understand.
Even Ling Ran could only ensure that his strategic weapons were comprehensive. This alone was enough for his Perfect Level Hepatectomy to reach the fifth place in the world and second place in the country.
With gastrectomy, which was ranked 48th in the country, Ling Ran's gastrectomy and hepatectomy was naturally the best of the best.
Of course, gastrectomy and hepatectomy were more likely to be carried out by two doctors, each chief surgeon for one organ.
However, there was still a difference between this plan and Ling Ran performing it alone. Besides, there were probably very few patients who could have the ability to find doctors who were ranked second in the country in hepatectomy and 48th in gastrectomy to cooperate with them.
It was more likely that a strong department in a certain hospital would take the lead and get a senior doctor to cooperate with them to complete the surgery. After all, great doctors were used to speaking loudly in the operating theater. If two great doctors were in the operating theater, they might have to fight with each other, and it would not be good.
"Don't tell others. Get all the reports first," Ling Ran added in a low voice to the nurse who knew about it.
The incidence of liver metastasis from stomach cancer was between 10% to 18%. This was a very terrifying number. It was already an unbearable ratio when compared to the interest rate of credit cards.
Among the patients with hepatic metastasis from gastric cancer, the average five-year survival rate was only 20%, and the five-year survival rate after surgical resection was only 23.8%.
Even compared to normal cancer surgeries, radical surgery for liver metastases from gastric cancer was not much better.
In this regard, Ling Ran naturally had to carefully evaluate the situation before he discussed it with the patient's family or the attending physician.
If the surgery was feasible and Ling Ran was the one who performed it, he was confident that he would be able to surpass the average standard. However, if he was the one who performed the surgery, he would need to get the approval from the General Surgery Department and the ICU. He would also need to be fully prepared.
Ling Ran was not in a hurry to announce his decision. He had enough patience.
For the current Ling Ran, showing off was never his goal, and he was tired of being the center of attention. He just wanted to quietly do his own thing. This was also one of the reasons why he liked the operating theater. In the quiet operating theater, there were no other people waiting for him, and there were also no girls looking for excuses to come to him. Even if there were girls who occasionally came to him, at least they were wearing uniforms.
The nurse who was entrusted with the important task of knowing the situation nodded very solemnly and said, "Doctor Ling, don't worry. I won't tell anyone. This is a little secret between us."
As she finished speaking, the nurse who was already a young woman who knew the situation could not help but blush.
"We won't tell anyone else either." The other two nurses by the side could not bear it. They had been listening for a long time, and they had clearly heard the conversation between the two. How could they pretend not to hear it? That would be too despicable!
The nurse who was standing beside Ling Ran and was about to go to work froze. "You two …"
"I heard it. I heard it."
"Those who saw it have a share."
"Yes, yes."
The nurse who knew the situation was full of reluctance and emphasized, "This is different."
"How is it different?"
"If you find a wallet by the road, the owner will also give a part of it to the person who found it, right?"
"Yes, yes!"
The nurse who knew the situation was unhappy. "Did you find a wallet?"
"I don't care, I don't care. Let's keep it a secret."
"Yes, yes!"
As the three nurses spoke, they left the ward.
They had a lot of work to do, and they could not leave for long. After a while, they brought an iPad over together. Naturally, the information that Ling Ran wanted was in it.
At the same time, the patient with liver metastasis from gastric cancer was also lying on the bed with a few tubes inserted.
His wife, Young Feng, wiped his hands and feet with a wet towel. She could not do anything else, so she looked at the patient reluctantly.
The patient's eyes were blurry, but there was a smile on his face. He only looked at his wife without saying a word.
"Go back." Doctor Yan could not bear to see such a scene. He let out a long sigh and said, "There are people taking care of you in the ICU. You don't have to worry too much. Go back and take care of yourself. If there's anything else, we'll talk about it tomorrow."
Doctor Yan would not be so attentive to ordinary patients.
This patient just happened to be someone he liked. In addition, the patient's family had a good attitude, and the patient looked pitiful, so Doctor Yan could not help but want to protect him.
However, what the ICU was best at was saving lives, not treating illnesses and saving lives. When the patient was admitted into the ICU after receiving surgery for gastric cancer, Doctor Yan could still put his skills to good use. Now that the patient had liver metastasis, it meant that the patient was no longer under Doctor Yan's control.
Of course, he could let the patient live a little longer, but whether it was meaningful to the patient's family or not was another matter.
"Young Dai fainted this time, and he refused to tell me," Young Feng said in a low voice, "He wanted to die at home."
Doctor Yan nodded and did not say anything. From his perspective, dying at home was not necessarily a bad thing.
"After Young Dai went back after the surgery, he worked even harder, and he was under more pressure." Young Feng looked at the man on the bed and said in a low voice, "He said that he wanted to save another dowry for me …"
No one knew whether the man on the bed could hear her or not. He only breathed with great effort and stared at his wife.
"I don't need a dowry. If I wanted a dowry, I wouldn't have married him …" As Young Feng spoke, tears flowed down her cheeks. "Doctor, Young Dai won't die, right? Right? "
"Let's think of another way. Modern medicine is very advanced, and there are many new technologies and methods emerging every day. We might be able to help him with the surgery and medication. "Doctor Yan tried to comfort his wife in the most helpless way possible. The area of Young Dai's liver metastasis was large, and the location of the metastasis was bad. In addition, he did not recover well from the previous surgery and chemotherapy. His physical condition was very poor, and he had already gone beyond the safety line for surgery.
Young Feng also knew the situation. She could only hold back her tears, turn around, and leave while sobbing.
"Do you want to perform the surgery?" Ling Ran had also finished reading the various examination reports and reports on the iPad. At this time, he raised his head and asked slowly.
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