Nine Hundred and Sixtieth Chapters Where to Go

Yunhua Hospital.

The middle position of the surgical layer.

A 100-level laminar flow operating room, with four blue italic characters "extra clean" marked on the door, spacious and bright inside...

The cute-looking equipment nurse lowered her head and tidied up the equipment; the acne-prone anesthesiologist lowered her head and tidied up...the computer folder; the nervous He Liang lowered her head and tidied up...the patient's chest...

Director Kang's head was held high, proudly like an old lion driven out by a pride of lions.

But his lionesses seem to be drifting away.

Director Kang didn't pay attention to the attitude of the lionesses. He looked at Ling Ran with complicated eyes, which contained so many emotions that even he himself couldn't figure it out.

anger? A little.

surprise? There are many.

There are also regrets, envy, jealousy, regrets, memories...

If there wasn't a sliver of sanity left, Director Kang would drop the pliers in his hand and let Ling Ran sew up the wound by himself.

If he did this, there would be a high probability that it would cause some troubles for Ling Ran, because he blocked the patient's wound with one hand, and it would be difficult to expose his vision with only one hand.

Even with the help of He Liang or Huo Congjun, due to technical reasons, several people would have to be busy for a while.

However, Director Kang knew that it was only for a while.

Moreover, the result was something I never wanted to accept.

Let the hospital's senior vice president, Zhou, have the opportunity to watch a heart operation performed by Ling Ran independently? Regardless of the level and difficulty of the operation, the chief surgeon's heart surgery is a qualification.

Not to mention, the difficulty of today's surgery is actually not low.

Cardiac trauma repair is like appendix surgery in cardiac surgery, but what is the mortality rate of appendix surgery? Percentages are not enough, so it has to be explained in thousandths to ten thousandths, and the survival rate of cardiac trauma repair is expressed in 13/15 and 17/18, which are all normal.

Those patients who are injured in the inferior vena cava and penetrated to the back cannot get off the operating table.

There are always.

If Ling Ran doesn't help, Director Kang can't guarantee the final fate of today's patient.

Twenty years ago, he would have been more confident, although not much, but now...

"Scalpel." Director Kang stretched out his hand, as if not aware of the embarrassing atmosphere, he began to enlarge the incision on the patient for better exposure.

Ling Ran's hand was still pressing on the patient's heart, so Director Kang pretended not to know.

Anyway, he doesn't read, don't ask, don't talk.

He Liang continued to work as an assistant to Director Kang.

Normally, he would definitely say something unpleasant. But today I didn't dare.

Director Kang's swearing is not too fierce among surgeons, but it is also annoying.

The person who was most suitable to be scolded by Director Kang at the scene was He Liang who was the most direct scolder, so he was also the most cautious.

A group of people had their own thoughts and were unwilling to speak, and the operating room gradually became quiet.

On the contrary, the operation speed has increased and the accuracy has also improved.

Ling Ran showed a gratified smile. Sure enough, as long as everyone performs their duties and does not chat too excitedly, the efficiency and ability can be improved.

"He Liang, you can stitch it up." Ling Ran took the initiative to give up the chance of stitching when he saw that the incision was enlarged and the exposure was more perfect.

Huo Congjun, who was ready to support Ling Ran at any time, couldn't help but smiled gratifiedly. He was just thinking about what he would do if Ling Ran didn't give Director Kang any face.

Of course, what should be done is what should be done, but after all, one needs to prepare some attack materials and save up more saliva, so that Director Kang can be subdued.

What Huo Congjun didn't expect was that Ling Ran offered to ask He Liang to stitch up the wound in his heart.

It wasn't Director Kang. As the chief surgeon, Director Kang was assigned by Ling Ran, and he must be emotionally upset—it wasn't Ling Ran himself. Ling Ran was a person in the emergency department. He rushed to suture. To put it bluntly, he disrespected Director Kang. If it sounds bad, it means disrespecting people.

He Liang is really the most suitable candidate. He is young and low-level, able to do things, and he is easy to scold...

Huo Congjun nodded slightly, Ling Ran was able to point out He Liang, which meant that he had also grown up.

He Liang himself had no choice. He subconsciously glanced at Director Kang, and soon realized that he had made a mistake.

Director Kang just gave him a cold look without saying a word.

However, He Liang can only do the stitching along with it. His own director is useless, but Huo Congjun and Vice President Zhou are not. Don't talk about anything else, find a reason, throwing it out to help the poor can make you lose thirty catties of meat.

He Liang lowered his head again, obediently asked for a needle and thread like a working dog, and said in a low voice, "I have never sewed this position before."

"Insert the needle from where my finger is." Ling Ran taught without hesitation.

He Liang only dared to say "En", like an intern, he tremblingly held up the needle and came up.

"Wait a minute...keep your hands steady." Ling Ran could tell He Liang's state at a glance, but he reminded him without emotion.

When it comes to teaching people to do surgery, or in other words, feeding people to do surgery, Ling Ran is really very experienced.

He has done a lot of throwing knives in Chauncey Province, and it is not enough to complete the operation every time.

The purpose of inviting patients with flying knives is usually to get a better treatment effect, but different hospitals and doctors are different, and many people go for the purpose of learning, such as the flying knife invited by the No. 1 Hospital of Wuxin City, It is to learn about liver resection so that I can perform the surgery myself.

This kind of behavior is like asking the seller to attach a series of production technologies when buying a product—Chinese companies often do this, as long as the price is right, they can also achieve their goals.

And Ling Ran has never minded imparting techniques to other doctors.

Even in the process of a series of throwing knives, Ling Ran has gained more experience.

For a doctor like He Liang who has some background and is not very confident, Ling Ran said very carefully: "Generally speaking, for such a heart tear, you can choose interrupted sutures or full-thickness mattress sutures. Which one are you better at? Just use whichever kind. But for this position, in order to avoid affecting the blood supply, you can sew a stitch on both sides of the tear, and then cross traction, so as to temporarily stop the bleeding..."

He Liang listened obediently without making a sound. What Ling Ran was talking about was just the common suturing method for heart trauma, and he was also proficient in it.

However, following Ling Ran's explanation, He Liang gradually calmed down.

That's right, it's just a badly positioned cardiac trauma suture, who can suture every position? It's nothing more than executing the same plan in different locations.

He Liang thought about it again, and the hand that inserted the needle stopped shaking.

Ling Ran held the thread for him, and in just a few strokes, he sewed up the tear in the patient's heart.

The two cooperated skillfully, as if they had cooperated for many years.

He Liang felt that cooperating with Ling Ran was more comfortable than cooperating with the most familiar Director Kang.

At this time, he couldn't help but glance at Director Kang again.

Director Kang still lowered his head, like an old lion who refuses to admit defeat, waiting for Ling Ran to leave, so as to regain the prestige of the "tiger".

"Rinse and close the chest cavity." Ling Ran had no intention of leaving.

Are you kidding me, take a hard trip, if you can't stop the bleeding, just leave.

Ling Ran worked tirelessly with He Liang to perform pericardial irrigation, place drainage tubes, and suture the chest cavity in layers.

Director Kang was stunned for a moment, but he had no choice but to tie his hands and watch from the side without embarrassment.

Fortunately, he didn't have to wait long, because of Ling Ran, the closing and stitching of the chest was much faster than normal.

Also because the time to close the chest was long enough, all of Ling Ran's operations fell into Director Kang's eyes.

Simple, direct and rigorous.

It's like a standard answer, which makes people suddenly realize when they see it, and then they have to frown and think.

Director Kang raised his head slightly, and countless thoughts flashed through his mind:

"How can it be so strong?"

"So strong, what should I do?"

"What should I do outside my heart."