Three Hundred and Eighty Third Chapter See Surgery

When Dou Hetong regained his strength, Lu Wenbin had already entered the operating room.

Dou Hetong shook his head, but refused to go back, so he had the cheek to see Ling Ran through the glass of the operating room, and came in again, wanting to confirm the hospital sense.

For the doctors in the hospital, such thick-skinned things are not new, and Dou Hetong can barely bear it.

The operating room in the emergency center, a piece of blue walls and green drapes, only the microscope is black.

The appearance of the operating microscope looks similar to that of an old-fashioned large household lamp. It is a metal rod with a heavy microscope and adjustment device attached to it, and a thick base and wheels attached to it.

The surgeon in charge holds the privilege of moving the operating microscope. When he adjusts the microscope to a comfortable position, he will fix the base with a single step. As for the twisted posture of the assistant to perform the operation, it is not very popular. The chief surgeon paid attention.

Although Dou Hetong graduated with a clinical major, he has been a full-time hospital flu doctor for six or seven years. He doesn't remember much about surgery, and he doesn't pay much attention to the ever-changing medical equipment.

He just looked around at the doctors who came to visit, secretly speechless.

Every doctor from an outer hospital had a tag on his chest to indicate his identity. Dou Hetong scanned them casually and saw the names of People's Hospital, Provincial Hospital, Yiyuan County Hospital, Echeng Hospital, etc.

There are hospitals in the province, there are hospitals outside the province, there are big-name hospitals, and there are low-end hospitals. Such a combination mode will not only make people underestimate the lineup in the operating room, but will have to take a high look.

This is an obvious "spontaneous card" structure.

For certain domestic conferences or activities, the surgical demonstrations held, the surrounding doctors often have the same business background, or the hospitals are from the same class, or the positions and teachers are more powerful. In short, it is like a provincial hospital. The young and middle-aged doctors in Yiyuan County Hospital and the young and middle-aged doctors in Yiyuan County Hospital can only be encountered in small activities in the province, and the probability is not high.

The more complicated the source of the onlookers, the higher their "spontaneity".

Anyone who follows hospitals knows how hard it is to get doctors to do something spontaneously!

It is even more difficult to let a group of doctors do something spontaneously.

Dou and Tong looked around, found a young doctor with a kinder face, and asked, "What are you looking at?"

The other party looked at Dou and the same eye strangely,

Noticing that he didn't have a tag on his chest, he immediately realized that Dou Hetong was Yunyi's own doctor, so he smiled reservedly: "Zhu Ling's Achilles tendon repair."

"Huh? Isn't it Tang Fa?" Dou Hetong looked at the operating table at this time, except for Ling Ran who was handsome at a glance, Lu Wenbin didn't seem to be there.

The young doctor asked back: "You came to see Tang Fa? Tang Fa is next door."

Only then did Dou Hetong realize that Ling Ran had performed two surgeries at the same time.

"Dr. Ling is going to finish the operation here, and then go to the operation there? I just saw that the assistant has passed by..." Dou Hetong was full of doubts.

"You mean Lu Wenbin. Doctor Ling is now doing the tang method. The first part is done by Lu Wenbin. Only the key steps are done by himself. Besides, the tang method is also very fast. Doctor Ling only takes a quarter of an hour each time. look." The young doctor here actually knew Lu Wenbin's name, obviously it wasn't the first day he came here.

Dou Hetong was a little dizzy. After staying in Yunyi for so many years, why didn't he know that Yunyi was so attractive now?

In the stands, Ling Ran lowered his head and did not speak.

All the medical staff did not intend to chat.

There was silence in the operating room.

Finally, the itinerant nurse on duty couldn't bear it anymore, and asked in a low voice, "Doctor Ling, do you want to play some music?"

"Then let's play it." Ling Ran didn't have much interest in music. If he had any music, it would be John Cage's "4'33". However, his threshold in the operating room is quite high, and it doesn't matter if he has a voice or not.

Listening to the light music played by the nurse, everyone obviously relaxed a lot.

"You want to learn this?" Dou Hetong took the opportunity to ask in a low voice. He had also heard of Zhu Ling's Achilles tendon repair, but he didn't expect so many people to come to see it.

The young doctor who was questioned smiled: "Of course it's good to learn."

"if not?"

"You can also look at the body structure of international friends." The young doctor who was questioned laughed.

Hearing this, Dou Hetong couldn't help looking at the operating table, only then did he realize that the exposed part of the patient outside the drape was unusually white.

Dou Hetong couldn't help asking, "Is he a white man?"

"Well, American." The young doctor said.

"Americans also come to our hospital to see a doctor?" Dou Hetong's voice became a little louder, which attracted the attention of several people.

Dou Hetong coughed and continued to smile cheekily.

"Americans are human beings, so they must see a doctor." A doctor next to him, estimated to be the age of the attending doctor, said in a low voice.

"When Americans come to China, they don't have medical insurance."

The attending doctor almost screamed with laughter: "We do an Achilles tendon repair, and we don't even need 10,000 RMB, less than 2,000 US dollars, which is not enough for his broken insurance deductible."

Dou Hetong was stunned: "What about the transportation and accommodation expenses?"

"This is a surgery of the nature of sports medicine. It is performed in the United States with a base price of 300,000 US dollars." The attending doctor glanced at Dou Hetong and said, "Medical internationalization is not a joke. Air tickets and hotels are only worth a few dollars."

At this time, more people looked over with serious expressions.

Dou Hetong couldn't say much, he could only stare blankly at the white legs of the United States on the stage.

It was actually Ling Ran's first time cutting an American leg. If it is explained by statistics, the length of this gentleman's Achilles tendon has reached 20 centimeters, which is quite good.

However, considering that this was originally a long-distance runner, with a 20cm Achilles tendon, it can only be said to be ordinary.

In fact, most of the international patients Ling Ran has come into contact with recently are athletes and sports enthusiasts. Liu Weichen's competition results were excellent, and the South African crybaby also joined the rugby team and achieved good results, which proved Ling Ran's ability to a considerable extent.

Although Ling Ran is still a cheap solution in the international medical community, he is at least a solution.

If there is such a list of solvers in the international medical field, there are still a small number of people in China who can be included in this list.

This is also due to Ling Ran's sports medicine skills. In the eyes of doctors in any country, microsurgery is hard work. The working hours are long and the precision is high, but the income is very mediocre.

There are very few doctors who can go down this road and finally reach the level that can diagnose and treat professional athletes.

However, just like the huge difference between professional athletes and ordinary people, professional sports medicine experts, even if they are not so arrogant, are several levels higher than ordinary microsurgeons.

The American lying on the operating table at this time chose Ling Ran within the cost range he could afford.

Judging from the current international medical diagnosis and treatment prices, it is only with Ling Ran that he can maintain the mobility of his Achilles tendon while spending only tens of thousands of dollars.

"Blood loss?" Ling Ran tilted his head and asked, and the audience in the operating room became quiet obediently.

"56." Yu Yuan acted as an assistant, took her eyes off the eyepiece, and read out the number on the instrument.

Ling Ran just said "En", and continued to operate.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the screen in front of them.

The field of view in the microscope can be displayed on the screen, but in this kind of operation, the chief surgeon uses a microscope to look directly at it.

"The blood vessels were all avoided."

"Bullish."

"Zhu-Ling's Achilles tendon repair technique is really particular."

The doctors present watched silently, thinking about each other.

For high-level doctors, microsurgery is not necessarily a good development direction, but for local hospitals, especially hospitals below the top three, microsurgery is simply a life-saving straw.

Nowadays, many third-level or second-level hospitals rely on techniques such as replantation of severed fingers and Achilles tendon repair to survive.

Those surgeries that live less, talk better and make more money are undoubtedly monopolized by large tertiary hospitals, and patients also consciously go to large hospitals for treatment.

If small hospitals cannot get patients, they will either perform operations that are not diseases, such as circumcision regardless of whether there are surgical indications, or they will perform hard work operations that large hospitals are unwilling to do.

In the face of survival, the struggle of surgeons is not much easier than that of patients.

"You do the rest." Ling Ran completed the stitching of the Achilles tendon, and handed over the skin stitching to the assistant as usual.

Yu Yuan hurriedly stood back to Ling Ran's position, adjusted her height again, and then restrained herself, and began to sew the skin.

Her surgical talent is extremely limited, but with continuous persistence and practice, her level is extremely stable.

And with Ling Ran's departure, the surrounding doctors also left the operating room with a huff.

Dou Hetong followed the flow of people ignorantly, and was quickly stuffed into the operating room next door.

At this moment, Lu Wenbin happened to completely separate the flexor tendon of the patient who had been sutured by Tang method.

Ling Ran, who had washed his hands again and came to the stage, stepped forward, inspected it, reached out and fished it out, and took out the patient's flexor tendon. After another operation, the operation was declared complete.

Then, Ling Ran entered the operating room next door.

Dou Hetong continued to follow in a daze.

This time, it was another Achilles tendon repair, but it was Ma Yanlin from the orthopedics department.

Dou Hetong was exhausted by the shadowless lamp for a while, so he couldn't help asking the people around him: "How long do you plan to watch?"

"I can't watch much anymore. Dr. Ling won't be performing surgery tomorrow." The doctor who spoke came from the Shanghai stock market, and his tone was a little bit of urgency to see one less.

Dou Hetong looked at his hanging tag a little strangely, and said, "You can see that there are many opportunities for surgery."

"That depends on how to say it. Wei Jiayou is in the Shanghai stock market. He graduated from Johns Hopkins University. He is known as the leader of the younger generation and one of the top ten outstanding medical talents under the age of 35? But if you want to see Wei Jiayou's surgery, you must make an appointment Yes, and only one appointment can be made, where is the openness here.”

Dou Hetong was dumbfounded.

The doctor from Shanghai chuckled, took out a bottle of Red Bull Enhanced Edition from his pocket, shook it, and said, "Wei Jiayou used to let go of as much surgery as he wanted, so how can he take care of him now. So... now Doctor Ling is the most comfortable here."