"Pericardial tamponade. Prepare to make an incision to reduce the pressure." Faulkner looked at the situation in the surgical field and ordered.
He was not familiar with the surgical team, so he could only communicate with them in time for such a surgery.
Department Director Kang, who was panting, listened to the interpreter and quickly said, "Get ready to replenish the blood. After the incision is made and the pressure is reduced, the blood will gush out."
"It's ready," the anesthetist replied softly.
Department Director Kang turned and saw the blood product that had been unfrozen. He could not help but click his tongue. "Not bad, you've improved. You can think ahead of the chief surgeon now."
Since the chief surgeon was a foreigner, he was not afraid that he would scold him.
The anesthetist chuckled happily. Then, he saw Huo Congjun's serious expression. He shuddered and quickly said, "Doctor Ling was the one who ordered me to replenish the blood. I dare not take credit for it, I dare not take credit for it …"
Huo Congjun's aura was so strong that the young attending physician of the anesthetist said what he thought in his heart, and he even said it in a genteel manner.
With his small stature, how could he dare to take credit for Ling Ran's work? Even if it was a useless and insignificant small contribution, he did not dare to offend Ling Ran and Huo Congjun.
This was especially true for Huo Congjun, who was invading the Department of Cardiovascular Surgery. At this moment, he was exuding a fierce aura, and the anesthetist did not want to be a scapegoat.
Huo Congjun showed a slight smile.
Ling Ran's accurate judgment gave Huo Congjun great confidence. In his opinion, with Ling Ran's talent, no matter what he learned, he would learn quickly. As long as he learned and familiarized himself with it, it would be a matter of time before he trained the doctors under him.
In Huo Congjun's mind, the signs for the Emergency Hepatobiliary and Pancreatic Clinic, Emergency Hand and Foot Clinic, Emergency Knee Clinic, Emergency Cardiac Clinic, Emergency Gastrointestinal Clinic …
The signs must be made of gold-threaded nanmu. The office must be three times bigger than the current one. The waiting room must be equipped with a sofa. Of course, it was also necessary to prepare some round stools. The consultation room must be bigger, the operating theater must be added, and the equipment inside must be bought. It was not for anything else, but for money.
Department Director Kang's expression changed slightly, and he said in disbelief, "Doctor Ling, do you know how to perform cardiovascular surgery?"
Ling Ran did not hear it. The young doctors in front of him heard it, but they did not dare to answer.
The image of his office flashed in Department Director Kang's mind again. It was as if he saw the photos and personal items on his desk being cleaned up and placed in a corner. He, who had not reached the age of retirement, was buried in a pile of medical cases, desperately trying to come up with a research paper.
"Prepare the catheter," Ling Ran said.
Department Director Kang looked over in a daze. The first thing he saw was Ling Ran's confident face and handsomeness.
Faulkner then said something in English.
The translator hesitated for a few seconds before saying in Chinese, "Prepare the catheter." Then, he repeated it in English.
The people in the operating theater looked at each other and quickly understood.
This time, Ling Ran walked in front again.
"Doctor Ling knows how to perform heart surgery, right?" Faulkner asked.
"I've never tried it before," Ling Ran answered.
"Oh, I was the same back then. I practiced in private for a long time before I got my first chance from a cardiologist." Faulkner could not help but sigh.
The translator relayed Faulkner's words, and Department Director Kang, who was from the Department of Cardiovascular Surgery, felt his heart twitch.
He felt terrible. The conversation between these two people was not healthy at all.
"Do you dare to do it?" Faulkner asked again. The rhythm of his speech gradually became similar to the tone he used in Mayo Clinic.
As an attending physician, Faulkner did not stand out in Mayo Clinic. He was just a normal surgeon. However, even if he was a normal surgeon, he would still be extraordinary in Mayo Clinic. It was just like an athlete in a professional team. He might seem ordinary, but he still surpassed most people.
In his daily work, Faulkner was even more like a chief surgeon. Now, when he looked at Ling Ran, he felt like he was looking at a young doctor who came to Mayo Clinic for in-service training.
It was not that he had forgotten Ling Ran's performance in the operating theater, but it was a habit of his. Besides, this was a different type of heart surgery, so Faulkner naturally had a psychological advantage over Ling Ran.
It had to be said that Ling Ran's nationality and age also made Faulkner involuntarily look down on him. He did not deliberately look down on Ling Ran, but it was a kind of natural contempt that came after a long time. In a hospital like Mayo Clinic, every surgery in every operating theater would be watched by people, and most of the people watching were doctors from third world countries, such as young doctors like Ling Ran.
Faulkner asked Ling Ran in a rather condescending manner.
Ling Ran answered nonchalantly and said, "I can do it."
"Haha, you're indeed a young man. You have guts. Come and clear the hemopericardium and blood clots first. Can you see clearly?" Faulkner treated Ling Ran as if he was treating his assistant.
From his point of view, this was actually a very good attitude. If it were another doctor, Faulkner would not have given him the chance to perform the surgery.
Ling Ran still answered and answered clearly, "I can see clearly. Now, let's clear the hemopericardium."
As he spoke, Ling Ran extended his hand and asked for the instrument. He lowered his head slightly and started working.
Faulkner watched with a smile. He was quite at ease.
This operation was actually not much different from ordinary debridement and suturing, but because it involved the heart, it became complicated.
Most of the time, the difficulty of surgeries on the operating table was not the skill, but the responsibility.
Some surgeries, such as cholecystectomy, could be considered a major failure if the patient accidentally ruptured the gallbladder, causing bile to spill all over the abdominal cavity, and gallstones to fall all over the place. But because it did not cause any serious consequences, the black box was quietly dropped.
However, the tolerance for mistakes in cardiovascular surgeries was very low. If the patient was not careful, the patient might just die, and this responsibility could not be shirked.
For the patient, if the debridement and suturing were not done well, it would just leave a scar. If the patient did not perform cardiovascular surgeries well, it would not be that easy.
Although Faulkner handed over the work to Ling Ran, he still remained vigilant.
Then …
Half a minute later, Faulkner saw the exposed heart.
"Uh, actually, you don't have to do it so quickly." Faulkner looked at Ling Ran, who was still carefully picking up the extravasated blood clots, and his legs became a little numb.
Ling Ran did not respond. He waited for a few seconds and said, "The location of the bleeding point is clear. I'm going to apply pressure to stop the bleeding."
"Hmm … you don't have to do it so quickly," Faulkner repeated.
Ling Ran's eyes looked at the squirming heart, and he slowly extended his hand.
Faulkner's heart skipped a beat because of Ling Ran's decisive action.
In just a few seconds, Ling Ran spoke again, "You can prepare to suture now."
At this time, Perfect Level Barehanded Bleeding Control and Master Level Cardiac Trauma Repair were extremely effective, so much so that before Faulkner realized what was going on, he saw that the surgery was already under Ling Ran's control.
There were not many complicated steps for an injury of this degree. To describe it in words, it was nothing more than cleaning the wound, applying pressure on the wound, and suturing the wound.
Of course, if the wound was changed to the heart, it would sound much more elegant.
But there would still be no major changes in the surgical procedure.
Faulkner just asked Ling Ran to clean the wound, and now that he saw that Ling Ran had applied pressure on the wound, the last step …
Faulkner hesitated for a few seconds and looked at Huo Congjun's expression. He could not help but sigh. "Ling Ran, are you confident in suturing it?"
"No problem. I'll suture it, then. "As Ling Ran spoke, he used his free hand to ask for a thread.
Faulkner nodded and reminded him, "Pay attention to blood replenishment. During the process of suturing the wound, there's a possibility of blood loss again."
Department Director Kang from the Cardiovascular Surgery Department stared at the operating table and could not help but say, "Doctor Ling, you might not be used to suturing cardiac surgeries …"
* Pop. *
Ling Ran's suture pierced through the heart without making a sound.
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