Chapter 1141 My Master

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The sound of the door opening of the operating room sounded, and Wang Bingfu and others immediately looked over.

I saw a doctor with his own floor slippers on his feet and a confident smile on his face, walking in with his hands tied. One step behind was Zuo Cidian whose face was wrinkled like a marinated egg.

"This is Zhang Anmin, the director of the Hepatobiliary Surgery Department of our Yunyi Hospital." Zuo Cidian introduced him as soon as he entered the door.

Wang Bingfu was taken aback, and quickly stood up straight and said, "Director Zhang, hello, hello."

Although Wang Bingfu guessed that Zhang Anmin was the deputy chief physician based on his age and title, but considering the younger age of Ling's treatment group, this deputy chief physician who appeared suddenly was already quite remarkable.

Speaking of which, his professional title is higher than Ling Ran's.

Even though he knew that Ling Ran's situation was special, Wang Bingfu still showed extraordinary politeness to Zhang Anmin—it's true that everyone is the deputy chief physician, but the boss is different, so it's still different.

Zhang Anmin naturally noticed it, and raised his neck happily: "Director Wang, you are polite, let's make preparations first."

"Okay." Wang Bingfu responded quickly, and then followed Zhang Anmin to start the preliminary preparations.

At the same time, Su Jiafu from Ling's treatment team and an anesthesiologist from Futai Port No. 1 Hospital also entered their posts.

"Why didn't Ling Ran come? I only do his surgery. If he doesn't come, I won't do the surgery." Meng Feijiang is not a patient who calms things down, let alone whether Zhang Anmin is the director or not, he can't see him. The familiar face immediately called out.

Zhang Anmin comforted: "Doctor Ling will be here in a while, and when we are ready, Doctor Ling will be here."

"Why don't you come now?"

"Because this operation is very important, Dr. Ling attaches great importance to it. Therefore, in order to concentrate, Dr. Ling will entrust us with the more tedious and detailed work in the early stage. Dr. Ling will not appear until the official operation. " Zuo Cidian walked over, explaining in a soft voice, like an uncle selling snacks at the gate of an elementary school.

Patient Meng Feijiang was dubious: "If you pay attention, you should come here now."

"A doctor has a very limited amount of time to concentrate. Do you want Dr. Ling to spend the time and energy of maintaining concentration during the operation, or use it to explain to you, and do Tai Chi by the way?" Zuo Cidian said talking,

The tone gradually became harsher, and said: "The patient should not interfere with the doctor's normal work, it will be better for you."

Facing Zuo Cidian, Meng Feijiang was blocked and speechless.

After receiving the text message in advance, Zuo Cidian knew that this patient was not easy to talk to, but he did not let him go immediately, but continued: "Our doctor Ling is famous for being energetic, and he often performs several operations in a row. Yes. However, performing operations continuously does not mean maintaining concentration continuously. It is very powerful for a doctor to maintain concentration for several hours. We, Dr. Ling, did not come over right away, but asked Director Zhang Anmin to do the preoperative preparations first. To be honest, preoperative preparations can be done by interns. It’s like killing chickens with a sledgehammer.”

Meng Feijiang's lips moved twice, and he couldn't think of a rebuttal for a while. In other words, he was still silently feeling a little better.

Zuo Cidian looked at his expression, laughed three times inwardly, and finally gave another hammer, saying: "The general configuration in the operating room is a chief surgeon and one or two or two or three assistants. Assistants are generally Young doctors with relatively low seniority. What about us now, aside from Dr. Ling, Dr. Wang Bingfu and Dr. Zhang Anmin are both deputy chief physicians. If you are not satisfied with anything, just sleep peacefully and the operation will be over."

Meng Feijiang was both happy and unhappy: "It's not as easy as you said..."

Zuo Cidian waved his hand, and the two anesthesiologists went into battle together, and turned Meng Feijiang over in an instant.

"It's stable now." Zuo Cidian laughed twice, and said, "Go ahead, I'll call Dr. Ling."

"Don't worry, take your time." Wang Bingfu quickly said politely.

Zuo Cidian nodded, but didn't go out immediately, but turned his neck and said to Wang Bingfu: "Director Wang, if you don't digress, Dr. Ling really pays attention to today's surgery."

He pointed to the cameras and other things around him, and said, "Our Director Zhang has come out to throw knives, please bear with me on your side."

"Don't dare." Wang Bingfu hurriedly agreed.

In fact, he was a little surprised why Ling Ran favored this patient so much. After all, the patient obviously didn't know Ling Ran.

However, the environment in the operating room was not suitable for him to ask such a question, and after a delay, Zuo Cidian had already left and returned.

After a short pause, Ling Ran walked in with his hands tied together.

"Doctor Ling, let's anesthetize the patient first." Zhang Anmin said with an extremely humble attitude.

Wang Bingfu greeted Ling Ran simultaneously, and then secretly glanced at Zhang Anmin.

Zhang Anmin looked at Su Jiafu again.

"Our side is fine." Su Jiafu also had a relaxed expression.

Most of the content in clinical medicine can be said to be practiced. One or two years ago, Su Jiafu would have been apprehensive, even terrified, when facing such a major operation as liver resection, but now, he can safely despise the anesthesiologists in Futai Hong Kong First Hospital.

Ling Ran surrounded the operating room, re-examining various videos, and reviewing the operation process in his mind.

This is a somewhat obsessive-compulsive behavior, just like driving around the car for a week, most of the time it doesn't work, until the moment it works.

Su Jiafu was already familiar with Ling Ran's approach. He looked at the numbers on the instrument and smiled at the anesthetist next to him, "Don't be so serious. If Dr. Ling wants to do things slowly today, it will take three hours."

"slow?"

"Well, Dr. Ling has his own rhythm for surgery." Su Jiafu didn't want to talk too much, but smiled again and asked, "Have you been busier recently?"

"It must be busy. Recently, there are clinics and projects." The anesthesiologist here said with a sigh: "But it is better than the intensity of the hospital in Beijing. I have a brother who just passed the month before last. I invited I went to the funeral on annual leave."

"The Shanghai stock market is not much better." Su Jiafu said: "A senior I met last year also went home and took a nap, and then he disappeared."

"sudden death?"

"Car accident." Su Jiafu emphasized: "It's like driving tired, but there's nothing you can do about it. You can't even take a taxi home from the night shift. How can you do without driving?"

"If you put it that way, there is a senior in our hospital who passed the same way."

Su Jiafu was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help sighing: "Then you are quite busy, but that's what anesthesia workers are like, you have a senior sister like me, who is so busy that you don't even have time for your honeymoon, and you called me before to say... "

"My master died at the age of 45." The anesthetist next to him interrupted Su Jiafu's narration.

Su Jiafu pouted, but could only admit defeat.

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