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| | | -> -> The venue is a little boiling.

"Let me translate: expert opinion is shit."

"Farts are not dirty, experts are dirty, right?"

"Dr. Ling's speech mainly has two points of view. First, I am very good. Second, Lao Ji is a piece of rubbish."

For the doctors sitting under the stage, it took only thirty or forty seconds from whispering to shouting boldly.

Especially the little doctors sitting at the back of the venue took advantage of this opportunity to say things that they would not normally dare to say.

The domestic hospital system is very unfriendly to small doctors, especially small surgeons in tertiary hospitals. It can be said that they are living in dire straits.

Even if the director of the department puts Xiao Liu in his arms and watches Xiao Si fight with the new mistress, even if the deputy chief physician has no time to spend and can only race against time to adopt the double-fly three-fly strategy of buying sex to improve efficiency, but the most common attending is to support the family To make a living, the resident doctors can only have enough food and clothing at most.

It can be said that doctors under the age of 40 can only work hard without gaining anything. Doctors over the age of 40 can only gain something if they are lucky.

The gap between the rich and the poor among hospitals is more obvious the higher the level of the hospital. The most powerful thing is that doctors below the deputy director do not have their own account passwords at the workbench, so they can only use the account passwords of superior doctors to prescribe medicines. . As for whether I can get it, it all depends on the face of the superior doctor.

The resentment accumulated in such an environment only erupted a little at this time, which was enough to make the bosses in the front row feel uncomfortable.

The Institute of General Digestive Diseases was established early, occupying a lot of latrines, and offending many people. It only takes three or two people to follow the rhythm, and it can make people extremely uncomfortable.

Lao Ji was also really uncomfortable.

Today was supposed to be his big day.

The expert opinions that have been obtained with great difficulty cannot be published simply by simply writing out the content, but by synthesizing the opinions of all parties and drawing a similar conclusion.

In terms of process and publication, the release of "expert opinion" is a simplified version of "expert consensus".

Lao Ji was going to publish it today, so he went back to celebrate.

Looking at Ling Ran on the stage, Lao Ji's eyes were full of anger.

If he had been more courageous, Lao Ji would have stood up now and confronted Ling Ran. Both sides raised three to five or seven points, and after scolding each other, they would go back to write articles and continue scolding.

If he got to this point, Lao Ji might still save his face.

However, when Lao Ji thought about it a little bit, he felt that he should not be so courageous.

After all, the next step in the articles scolding each other is to publish materials and evidence.

Good materials and evidence can be academic - that is to say, the "expert opinion" just written by Lao Ji will be carefully observed under a magnifying glass by a bunch of jackals in Yunyi.

This is of course not allowed by Lao Ji.

Because in his expert opinion, there is more than one omission in the titanium clip.

In order to form an opinion, it is "inevitable" for Lao Ji himself to make some compromises.

There are too many compromises, so it is naturally not suitable for reviewing that is overemphasized...

In addition,

Lao Ji had to guard against personal attacks from Doctor Yun.

Lao Ji had no doubts about whether this would happen. Because Huo Congjun of Yunyi would arrest people every year to gossip, and Huo Congjun had never been shy about using ginseng to gossip.

The hearty pot of hot soup was being poured down—Old Ji was quite willing to watch it, but he didn't want to be surrounded by people.

Lao Ji couldn't help thinking, if it wasn't for the compromise made by the manufacturer...

His thoughts only turned this way, and he couldn't help looking at the manufacturer's representative.

Du Ke's manufacturer's representative was sweating profusely, noticed Lao Ji's gaze, and immediately gave an ugly smile. It looked like a mouse whose New Year's goods had been stripped out, its body was cold from the inside out, and its eyes were natural. There was despair from the outside to the inside, and the eyes were stiff from top to bottom...

The manufacturer's representative looked at the host with difficulty.

The host is even more difficult.

It should be said that his responsibility is to control the field, but how to control such a field?

It's about to turn into a bloody jungle.

"Well, then I will continue..." Ling Ran's voice came out from the speaker again, but it seemed that he wanted to continue his speech.

The host was stunned. How do you give a speech under such circumstances?

But he didn't know that Ling Ran had long been used to such chaotic scenes.

From kindergarten, elementary school to middle school, and then to university, Ling Ran participated in similar activities, whether it was speeches or debates, there were often audiences who fell into a state of madness.

In this case, should the activity be suspended? Of course it is impossible. It takes a lot of time to write speech materials, so how can we give up halfway because of this.

Ling Ran lowered his head to the microphone, looked at the script, and continued speaking.

He was talking about liver resection, and he didn't expect many people to understand it. The scene was a bit chaotic, and it didn't feel very influential.

Not only that, but Ling Ran deliberately lowered the volume, as if he was afraid of disturbing the audience, and read the manuscript steadily.

In the noisy venue, Ling Ran's voice disappeared in the chaos as expected.

At this moment, the voice from the outermost circle came in a little bit.

"Slow down your voice."

"What did Doctor Ling say..."

"Go out and quarrel."

Amidst the protests of the surrounding crowd, the chaotic scene gradually disappeared into silence.

Ling Ran's voice came out clearly from all around again:

"The goal of liver resection is to remove the target lesion as much as possible, while maximizing the functional liver remnant, and minimizing the invasiveness of the operation. This is the goal of maximizing the benefit of the patient..."

Director Ji also sat back in his chair silently, thinking about the next arrangement and response.

Ling Ran's voice remained unchanged, and continued:

"The remaining liver is a priority issue."

"Hemostasis...hemostasis mainly depends on blood flow occlusion and vascular reconstruction..."

"About perioperative care..."

Director Ji listened and felt something was wrong again.

"This guy, it's as if he released an expert opinion." Director Ji frowned and muttered something in a low voice.

"Expert opinions are not what experts say, so how can they be released at will." The chief physician next to him laughed twice.

"He doesn't necessarily have this idea, but after listening to his speech, it has already taken shape." Director Ji himself wrote the copywriting of expert opinions from beginning to end, and he is particularly sensitive to this aspect.

The chief physician next to him couldn't help but tremble: "So, he came here today because..."

"That's not necessarily true. We didn't bother him." Director Ji recalled again with a guilty conscience.

"Could it be because we talked about liver removal?"

"He is in charge of the world, and he can still control other people's liver removal?"

"What's the reason for that? Could it be because we didn't notify in advance? Or didn't we meet a few days ago?"

Director Ji shook his head continuously, his head ached from thinking about it.

After deliberating over it, he suddenly thought of a question: "We are obviously being tortured by Ling Ran, why do we always think about offending others?"