Lao Yongyong looked at the way Ling Ran flipped the pages with his fingers, and it really looked like a magic show.
However, he knew that Faulkner did not mean it that way.
"Is there a problem with the surgery, Mister Faulkner?" This was the question that Lao Yongyong was most concerned about, and it was also the core question that he kept asking Faulkner.
"How would I know now?" Faulkner replied in frustration.
No matter how good a surgery was, there was always a chance of failure, especially in a major surgery like gastrectomy in combination with liver and pancreatic resection. It was almost inevitable that there would be problems in the middle, and the only thing that mattered was how big the impact would be. At the end of the day, it was still a surgery that sought survival in the midst of death, and there were plenty of hidden dangers during the surgery.
If one were to describe it with a pornographic plot outline, the near-perfect gastrectomy in combination with liver and pancreatic radical surgery was like having a harem in a high-security, high-security, high-security prison. Not only must there be suitable people, but there must also be a state of mind that would allow one to treat a patient as if they were cooking a small fish. There must be foreshadowing and logic. Then, only then could one compare whether the climax was interesting, whether the core content was simple, whether the foreplay was meticulous, and whether the emotional parts were fascinating …
Faulkner had a vague feeling that today's surgery would most likely be successful.
Why did he have such a feeling? Because all the surgeries he performed would be successful without the fluency of the current surgery. Ling Ran's surgery was so smooth. If he still did not succeed, how could other people perform gastrectomy in combination with liver and pancreatic radical surgery?
Faulkner was a little confused. He had read more than a day's worth of information so that he could intervene in today's surgery. But what about the surgery?
Faulkner's eyes showed that he was lost. He looked at Lao Yongyong, then at Hospital Director Bo. What appeared in his mind was the contract he signed.
His goal was to perform surgeries and earn a lot of money. Once he paid alimony, he would have the remaining money to send his child to the summer camp. Then, he would be able to relax for ten days. Therefore, Faulkner had a lot of requirements for the surgery part of the contract.
However, if there were no surgeries that required him to perform, the money that Faulkner could get would not be enough for the summer camp, even though it would still be a lot.
He was a specialist attending physician from Mayo Clinic, and he flew all the way to China, but he could not earn enough money for one summer camp? When he went back, his ex-boyfriend would probably laugh at him.
Faulkner furrowed his brows tightly.
Lao Yongyong had been paying attention to the expressions of the foreign doctors, especially the expressions of the two American doctors. They affected Lao Yongyong's old and greedy heart.
"Hospital Director Bo." Lao Yongyong turned around and asked for help, "What's the situation now?"
"Everything went smoothly." Hospital Director Bo's attitude was neither good nor bad. He just gave an answer.
"But these foreigners' attitudes are a bit strange." Lao Yongyong smiled embarrassedly and said, "Don't laugh at me. I'm really a little uneasy about Chairman Du's current illness."
"If I were in your place, I would feel ill at ease too." Hospital Director Bo smiled and told the truth. At the same time, he looked down on Lao Yongyong again. It was understandable if Lao Yongyong's skills were not good, but if he could not even analyze a foreigner's simple mentality, then he was really weak.
Perhaps Lao Yongyong was confused by his concern, his face was still full of apprehension.
His expression and actions made Faulkner even more suspicious.
Could it be that there were other variables?
From this point of view, it wouldn't be strange if there were variables.
Combined liver and pancreatic radical surgery had always been a complicated and large-scale surgery. It was not strange for there to be two or even three chief surgeons in a surgery.
In the General Surgery Department, such surgeries were relatively rare, but in the Department of Craniocerebral Surgery or the Department of Neurosurgery, such a division of labor had long been developed. It was very normal for three surgeons to take turns to perform surgeries for six or even eight hours.
When Faulkner thought of this, he took a closer look at Ling Ran. He could not help but think, 'It's already amazing that he can perform liver surgery so well at his age. If that's the case, does he not know how to perform stomach surgery?'
Of course, it would be a bit of an exaggeration to say that he did not know how to do it. It should be because he was not very familiar with it. The more Faulkner thought about it, the more he felt that it made sense.
If it were a doctor of the same age as Ling Ran, Faulkner would definitely not think so much. After all, if a surgeon's specialization level was high enough, or even world-class, then even if he could not be the best in all fields, it would still be very easy for him to learn some skills in related fields.
It was still relatively common in the field of surgery for doctors who worked on the stomach to not know how to perform liver surgery, but it was very rare for doctors who worked on the liver to not know how to perform stomach surgery.
It was also because of Ling Ran's age that Faulkner had doubts. 'Maybe this guy is a student from some Oriental accelerated class? So, he's very good at hepatectomy, but is there a natural disadvantage in other aspects? '
Faulkner looked at the surgery on the screen with slight anticipation.
* Slurp!
* Slurp!
* Slurp … *
Ling Ran performed hepatectomy step by step. There were no accidents, and there were no surprises. It was as plain as an art film, and it kept tickling the listener's heart, causing the listener's emotions to fluctuate. But when he read it carefully, he would feel that it was calm. He might feel that there was a deeper meaning to it, but when he really thought about it deeply, he would understand that it was meaningless!
It was really meaningless!
It was just a simple hepatectomy and gastrectomy. When Ling Ran started to perform the gastrectomy, Faulkner understood what was going on.
The young doctor in front of him was not only good at hepatectomy, but he was also good at gastrectomy. In fact, he might even be better than Faulkner. But Faulkner was no longer willing to compare himself to him, because he already understood one thing. This summer, he would be spending thirteen days with his three adorable children. Was there anything more nightmarish than this?
"Doctor Faulkner, do you want to sit down and rest for a while?" Colbert kindly reminded him, "You've been occupying the space for a long time."
"Hmm? How long has it been? "Faulkner seemed to have woken up.
"About an hour or so, since the start of the surgery." Colbert seemed to be in high spirits, as if he had just spent more than an hour watching a movie. Of course, for a doctor of his level, being able to watch a surgery that he could learn from, and it was paid by someone else to watch it was definitely much better than watching a movie.
Faulkner also lowered his head and looked at his blue and black Rolex watch. He earned this watch when he went to Japan for consultation. At this moment, it reminded him that the liver part of the combined liver and gastrectomy radical surgery only took a little more than a hundred minutes.
"What is the real reason why you invited us to China?" Faulkner turned his head abruptly and looked in the direction of Hospital Director Bo and Lao Yongyong.
The two of them looked at each other. A few doctors from Yun Hua Hospital also looked over with great interest.
"We want to invite you to do some necessary consultation on the process of the surgery …" Lao Yongyong explained to the interpreter in a low voice.
Faulkner was so angry that he laughed. "I don't see any of the necessary parts. Actually, I know what you're thinking. You Chinese people want to prove to us European and American doctors that your geniuses can do things that others can only do in a few years, right? Is this an international competition in the medical field? Which market do you want to fight for? Asia? Africa? "
The reason why Mayo Clinic was famous, and the reason why it had to be famous, was that Mayo Clinic was a purely international hospital, and it earned money from patients all over the world.
Therefore, Faulkner naturally let his thoughts wander.
Hospital Director Bo wanted to laugh, but he did not dare to. "Mister Faulkner, it's really just a consultation. You don't have to think too much."
"Consultation? You're paying too much for consultation. "Faulkner shook his head.
"But we're willing to pay this much." Lao Yongyong did not want the Americans to be entangled in this problem.
Faulkner was amused this time. "Willing to pay more? Why? Who would pay such an expensive consultation fee just to listen to a consultation? "
"We're willing," Lao Yongyong braced himself and answered.
Faulkner was stunned. After a long time, he said, "The Chinese are really rich. “
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