Huo Congjun looked at Wei Qing with a scrutinizing gaze. It was as if he was looking at a good steak and was considering whether he should cook it until it was medium rare, medium rare, or thirty percent rare before tearing it apart with his teeth …
The temperature in the room rose slightly. The staff in the meeting room had secretly adjusted the temperature of the air conditioner according to Huo Congjun's private request.
"Old Ding, it's your turn to say it. Just say it." Wei Qing felt the pressure and quickly shouted.
The Digestive Surgery Department was also a small department that was separated from the General Surgery Department. Therefore, as the associate chief physician of the General Surgery Department, Wei Qing had a slight psychological advantage over the associate chief physician of the Digestive Surgery Department.
Associate Chief Physician Ding of the Digestive Surgery Department pursed his lips in anguish. He was too embarrassed to change the topic anymore. He coughed a few times and drank some water. He then looked at the report in his hands and put it down. He decided to change the direction of the report and said, "From the perspective of the Digestive Surgery Department, surgical treatment for liver metastasis from gastric cancer is already a form of palliative treatment. As of now, the patient's physical condition is not very good, and we don't think that surgery is very meaningful. For this patient, we suggest using chemotherapy.
According to the previous plan of the Digestive Surgery Department, they still supported surgery. After all, they were surgeons, and "cutting" was always the first plan. If it really could not be cut or they did not know how to do it, then they would think of ways to intervene or use drugs.
However, when Associate Chief Physician Ding looked at the original plan, he felt that Ling Ran was going to criticize him to death. So, he suddenly decided to be an opponent. This way, at least he would be criticized to death for his ideals …
Ling Ran listened carefully to Associate Chief Physician Ding's speech, and as expected, he was stunned.
Associate Chief Physician Ding showed a cunning smile. When he smiled, he opened his mouth slightly, revealing the light pink color of his lips. They looked like a medium-rare steak that was cut open. He thought, 'To deal with surgeons, I have to use the methods of internal medicine. If I talk to a surgeon like Ling Ran about a surgical plan, I will not be as skilled as him. If I am not careful, I will be blown up. After all, I do not dare to propose a plan that is too difficult to avoid being asked to do it on the spot. And the plan that I have mastered will not be of much use in a surgery of this level … '
The doctors from the other departments also showed a look of realization. They were all fastidious doctors, and they could see through Associate Chief Physician Ding's tricks with one glance.
Some people even looked at Ling Ran with an amused gaze to see how he would respond.
Ling Ran thought about it for a while.
He studied Xiao Dai's case for a long time after he went back.
Ling Ran knew subtotal gastrectomy and had Perfect Level Hepatectomy. It could be said that Ling Ran was the best surgeon when it came to hepatectomy for stomach cancer. However, there were always better paths and better specific solutions for specific patients.
If a disease was seen as a question, then the more common the patient's illness was, the more prerequisites the doctor knew, and the more solutions the doctor could provide, and the higher the probability of getting the right answer. Most of the time, if a doctor followed the prescribed order, the best solution would be obtained.
However, for a patient like Xiao Dai, the possibility of obtaining an optimal solution was very low. Not only did it give fewer prerequisites, it also gave more restrictions …
Ling Ran had actually thought about Associate Department Associate Director Ding's answer. He did not think about it in detail, but he had indeed considered this direction.
"Even if it's palliative care, it's still very meaningful for a patient like Xiao Dai." Ling Ran paused for a moment before he said, "It's understandable if you think that there's no room for surgery. Hmm, that's all. "
Ling Ran's simple sentence summed up the words of the Digestive Surgery Department. 'You're not skilled enough!'
Everyone heard it. Associate Department Associate Director Ding of the Digestive Surgery Department widened his eyes and roared in his heart, 'I didn't say that there's no room for surgery!'
He did not roar out loud because he knew that he really could not operate on this patient's case.
He was not the only one who could not operate on the patient. The chief physicians and associate chief physicians of the Digestive Surgery Department could not operate on the patient.
'So … it's really not skilled enough …'
Associate Department Associate Director Ding of the Digestive Surgery Department's mood plummeted. Then, he began to realize the problem with his thoughts just now. He thought that surgery was fine, but it was also fine. He thought that combined chemotherapy was fine, and he could even use capecitabine alone to maintain the patient's condition. So, he randomly chose a plan to fight against Ling Ran's surgical skills …
At the end of the day, all these plans were not ideal.
Perhaps, based on Associate Department Associate Director Ding's deepest thoughts, he no longer had any good ideas for this patient. If he were to evaluate the patient, he would say that there was no cure for this patient.
In his opinion, the difference between a good plan and a bad plan was only one or two months, or even two or three months of survival time.
Most importantly, he was still unable to judge which plan was good and which was bad.
Associate Department Associate Director Ding raised his head and looked at the other people's expressions. He suddenly felt like laughing. 'These people are probably trying everything they can to save this patient.'
Associate Department Associate Director Ding turned around and looked at Ling Ran. There was a slightly doubtful expression on his face. 'Does Ling Ran really know how to treat a patient?'
"Ahem …" Huo Congjun picked up a glass of water and moistened his throat. He did not hide how comfortable he felt and said softly, "Next."
"Old He, go ahead." The department director of the Oncology Department directly mentioned He Yuanzheng's name.
Unlike the other departments in the Surgery Department, where all the associate chief physicians came, the department director of the Oncology Department came. This was because the departments in the Surgery Department were all familiar with Huo Congjun and Ling Ran's methods, and the department directors were not willing to step forward easily.
In such an occasion, the department director could already be considered a dignified person. The dignified department director of the Oncology Department naturally did not want to step forward and embarrass himself. So, He Yuanzheng, who was the weakest among the people present, could only do it.
In the past, even if it was just a small department, the Department Director of Yun Hua Hospital's Department of Hepatobiliary and Pancreatic Surgery would still be able to intimidate some people. However, since the Emergency Medical Center endlessly invaded the Department of Hepatobiliary and Pancreatic Surgery's territory, He Yuanzheng's status had also plummeted. He was almost the same as the associate chief physicians of large departments.
This was how hospitals worked. Even if the doctors who had beds and surgeries were not as skillful, they still had a good physique. However, when it came to He Yuanzheng, unless he fully surrendered, he would not even have a good physique.
After all, He Yuanzheng was not a doctor from Yun Hua Hospital. His foundation was not stable, and his branches were not flourishing. Naturally, he was about to die.
He Yuanzheng looked around and saw that Wei Qing from the General Surgery Department was playing with a water glass. Department Director Ding from the Digestive Surgery Department also started playing with a water glass. The Department of Interventional Medicine also started learning how to play with a water glass. The Department of Pathology had just gotten tired of playing with a water glass. When he raised his head and met He Yuanzheng's gaze, he immediately felt that the water glass was fun …
He Yuanzheng made up his mind. He straightened his neck, gritted his teeth, raised his head, frowned, glared at Ling Ran, and said in a hoarse voice, "Doctor Ling, tell me what to do. Just tell me your plan."
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