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Chapter 982

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By the fourth hour of the surgery, the visitation room was already full of people.

Many people were standing before, but now that they could not stand anymore, they sat down to watch.

Faulkner was also sitting, and he was sitting in the front row. However, he was a little absent-minded, restless, and absent-minded.

According to the original plan and the idea he had when he received the invitation, Faulkner's trip to China was to earn money. The surgery was estimated to take six to ten hours, but no more than twelve hours. It was to be completed in two parts, and he could earn half a month's summer camp for his child. He felt that it was perfect and caring, and he could boast about it no matter what.

However, Faulkner now felt like he was being taught a lesson.

The skills of the young China doctor downstairs were so strong that Faulkner had the urge to take notes as he watched.

If it were ten or five years ago, Faulkner would not be depressed even if he did not get any money when he saw such skills. He might even be a little happy. After all, it did not matter how much money he had. Skills were what mattered.

However, ever since he saw his wife being lovey-dovey with the second-hand car dealer on the sofa, Faulkner's thoughts changed.

No matter how good his skills were and how well he performed the surgery, what was the use? He was not even as good as a second-hand car dealer. The other party was only twenty years younger than him, had a better appearance, thicker hair, a bigger build, more exposed abdominal muscles, a bigger underwear, a nicer way of speaking, a gentler personality, and more considerate. Why? Why was he better than a doctor from Mayo Clinic?

It did not make sense at all. It meant that it was useless to be a good doctor.

Hence, Faulkner became a middle-aged man with a high income who received money to treat patients, quietly and refreshed himself. He would watch scans when he was free, and when he was free, he would go to a bar and strike up a conversation with "I'm Doctor Faulkner" …

Who would have thought that even such a small wish would not be fulfilled in the end?

Who would have thought that after taking a flight for a day, he would end up going to class!

Who would have thought that he would not be able to earn some money even if he wanted to? He would have to watch a doctor who was younger and more handsome than him perform the surgery he was best at, and he performed the surgery so well …

"What are we doing here!" Faulkner couldn't help but sigh.

"Isn't it good to get paid just by watching the surgery?" Dobin from New York chuckled. He was very calm. It did not matter whether he performed the surgery or not. If he had the surgery, he would go to Las Vegas. If he did not have the surgery, he would go to Macau.

Faulkner was not familiar with him, so he could only say, "You're like a puppet. Are you applauding for China's doctors? If I wanted to earn that kind of money, I would rather go to Japan. Their attitude is even more respectful. "

"I thought you'd just go wherever the money is." Dobin smiled impolitely.

Faulkner shrugged. "Mayo has a lot of daily tasks."

"Then you can have a good rest after this trip."

"The surgery isn't over yet."

"With such gorgeous technology, if there's a problem, so what if we go down?" Dobin glanced at Lao Yongyong, intentionally or unintentionally. Based on his experience, he also suspected that Lao Yongyong was carrying out an armed patrol, and it was the opposite of an armed patrol.

Faulkner pursed his lips. He was not very willing to agree with Dobin's last sentence. He only looked at Ling Ran's surgery and said, "It's indeed gorgeous."

"China's doctors' technology is improving very quickly." Colbert from Germany only joined the conversation at this time. Because of his medical treatment, he had been going back and forth to China many times over the past few years, so he could be considered to have some knowledge.

The two American doctors smiled and did not respond.

The short conversation between the three foreign doctors ended. Each of them had their own thoughts as they watched the surgery downstairs.

The few doctors from Yun Hua Hospital who could understand English looked at each other in shock. Ling Ran's skills were good, and everyone in Yun Hua Hospital admitted it, but that was mostly for hepatectomy, Achilles tendon repair, M-Tang technique, and other surgeries.

Combined liver and pancreatic radical surgery was a bigger surgery. It represented more details and greater difficulties. Any doctor who could perform such a surgery was already considered to have a foothold in the hospital.

Now that the hospital had a foothold, it would not be a problem for them to occupy a piece of land.

However, when they listened to the foreigner's "gorgeous" praise, they felt that the scene in front of them was a little beyond their scope of understanding.

In their opinion, no matter how good Ling Ran was, he only started to develop combined liver and pancreatic radical surgery on the basis of hepatectomy and gastrectomy. Based on the development of ordinary doctors, they had to perform hundreds of newly developed surgeries before they dared to say that they were professional experts. Even if combined liver and pancreatic radical surgery was large in scale and had a long cycle, they would not dare to say that it was good or bad if they did not perform fifty or sixty cases.

Ling Ran, who was in Yun Hua Hospital, might not have even performed ten combined liver and pancreatic radical surgeries. It was not easy for them to understand why he was praised so highly by the foreigner.

"The patient's stomach actually looks good." Lu Wenbin started to feel relaxed after performing the surgery for a few hours.

Ma Yanlin glanced upstairs and was too embarrassed to answer. He did not have a BMW, did not have three houses, and did not have as much freedom as Lu Wenbin …

However, Zhang Anmin, who had become an associate chief physician, said softly, "This means that the patient's physical condition is not bad."

"In this case, his recovery will be better, right?" Lu Wenbin just wanted to say a few words. The surgery was too long, and it was too tiring.

Of course, it was also because the surgery had started to become easier. After the liver and other parts were dealt with, the remaining gastrectomy and other parts were relatively easier.

For young doctors who were used to being assistants in hepatectomy, the pressure on them was already very low at this time.

Zhang Anmin was about the same. He smiled softly and said, "The recovery will definitely be better. The previous patient's condition might be more serious."

Lu Wenbin said, "The previous patient was in a coma, and his stomach was indeed uglier. Sigh, if Doctor Ling did not perform the surgery on him, he might not even be able to see his wife again."

Zhang Anmin smiled and nodded. He agreed with Lu Wenbin's words. "Although his stomach is ugly, he still has a wife."

Lu Wenbin carefully thought about Zhang Anmin's words and decided that a quiet operating theater was more calming.

The surgery lasted for a long time.

Faulkner and the others only ended after eating two meals.

As Du Jiadong was wheeled into the ICU, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

The ICU could not be entered and exited at will, so countless patients' family members and people who called themselves family members surrounded the ICU. Everyone laughed and talked loudly, and they used the volume of their voices to prove their love for the chairman. So much so that when the nurses chased away a group of people, another group of people would come in.

When Ling Ran, who had just bathed and changed his clothes, appeared, the lively atmosphere outside the ICU reached its climax.

"Thank you, Doctor Ling. We'll leave our chairman in your hands. "

"Doctor Ling, the chairman has worked hard all his life. You have to take good care of him!"

"Doctor Ling, this is my name card."

Everyone expressed their emotions with their own thoughts. Everyone was very vague, but when they gathered together, they were very straightforward.

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