Chapter 454 Nervous

? Along the way. Professor Huang didn't even speak to Ling Ran.

The elderly don't feel anything about the planet Cybertron or the M78 nebula, and even feel the malice from the generation gap.

If it weren't for Ling Ran being the strongest liver surgeon he knew, Professor Huang would have changed his mind now.

Unfortunately, technology is the hardest thing to fake.

Especially when it comes to using knives on people, to be honest, after seeing Ling Ran's surgery, Professor Huang was worried about the two director-level surgeons he knew before.

To some extent, Professor Huang watched Ling Ran grow up rapidly.

He has seen Ling Ran undergo emergency liver resection, he has seen Ling Ran undergo hepatic and bile duct stones, he has also seen Ling Ran undergo hepatic empyema and multiple abscesses, and he has seen patients with the same symptoms with his own eyes. Get out of the ICU, get out of the hospital faster...

Best of all, they all made it out alive.

Even if I occasionally receive red envelopes, often take money from the medical representative, get some extra money from time to time, flatter the leader, say a few words against my will, secretly scold mothers, and tell nasty jokes plainly, but even when I have no conscience , Professor Huang has only one sentence to comment on a doctor like Ling Ran:

It's so overbearing.

There must be two dirty words for emphasis!

Professor Huang has been a doctor all his life, and the more he looks at it, the more he feels that Ling Ran's surgical skills are amazing.

But Professor Huang really doesn't know how to get along with such an awesome doctor.

Perhaps, today's young people are like this?

But no matter what, Professor Huang feels that he still needs to take a break and take a break in order to slowly adapt to the tone of today's young people.

The generation gap takes time to bridge!

Coster drove on the elevated road, drove off the elevated road, drove on the ring road, drove into the expressway, and drove three to four hundred kilometers all the way...

Professor Huang never wanted to speak, to not knowing what to say, to staring at Ling Ran's sleeping face in a daze.

18:00.

Coster drove into a nursing home.

"You can really sleep." Professor Huang handed Ling Ran a scarf, sighed, and said, "It's colder in the suburbs, so don't catch a cold."

"Are you there?" Ling Ran turned on the headlights, checked the scarf, and put it on again.

Professor Huang looked at his movements and felt surprisingly normal, and he had enough patience to wait.

The two staff members in suits who came to greet him from outside the door silently watched Ling Ran check the scarf, tie the scarf, check the surrounding area, and then slowly settle down.

"I'm sorry, I didn't say in advance that I was going to run such a long distance, and I was not allowed to say so." Professor Huang explained.

Ling Ran nodded, looking easy to speak: "There is no time difference, it's okay, and there are not many beds in the emergency center."

After the expansion of the emergency center, Ling Ran saved very little on the use of hospital beds.

On the one hand, he reduced the number of operations for replantation of severed fingers, on the other hand, he increased the number of flying knives for Achilles tendon repair.

Most of the patients who need Zhu Ling's Achilles tendon repair are professional or semi-professional athletes, as well as sports enthusiasts. Therefore, most of the patients undergoing Achilles tendon repair in Yunyi are from abroad, with an average of one or two patients per week.

Even so, as Ling Ran increased the number of liver resections, the number of vacant beds in the emergency center of Yunyi also plummeted.

Whenever this happens, the number of hospitals for Ling Ran Feidao will skyrocket.

However, this time I went a little farther, and it wasn't "flying"...

"Professor Huang, Doctor Ling, Mr. Mei are waiting inside. Let's walk over now, it will take about 5 minutes, please don't take pictures, don't leave the main road." A staff member said something and walked forward.

Another staff member performed a "please" operation, and waited for Ling Ran and Professor Huang to take a step before they followed behind.

The team composed of 4 people was very long.

There is a large space between the front and back, for Ling Ran and Professor Huang to talk to.

"Mr. Mei is the old leader of our Changxi Province. His liver disease has been going on for a long time, and he has been treated with drugs. This time he really failed, so he considered surgery." Professor Huang introduced in a low voice.

"What disease? Have you been diagnosed?"

"Intrahepatic bile duct stones are more serious." Professor Huang said.

"Bile duct stones in the liver..." Ling Ran nodded without any sense of expectation.

He has performed at least 10 such surgeries recently. Counting his master-level liver resections, the liver resections for these 10 cases of intrahepatic bile duct stones can be said to be quite skilled in such operations.

Professor Huang looked at Ling Ran and smiled. After being in touch for so long, he could guess Ling Ran's mood at this time, but if Professor Huang had to say it, if he hadn't watched Ling Ran perform 10 liver resections for intrahepatic bile duct stones , and if it was very successful, he would not dare to introduce Ling Ran.

"Mr. Mei has many underlying diseases, high blood pressure and heart disease are more serious, and the bile duct has been narrowed for a long time, causing repeated inflammation and pain..." Professor Huang introduced softly, and then said: "Ling Ran, this operation is very important. You must be careful."

"yes."

"Be sure to use your heart..." Professor Huang gritted his teeth and said.

"En." Ling Ran didn't know how to answer, or rather, he was too lazy to talk.

Professor Huang coughed twice, sighed, and said, "Doctor Ling, your attitude is not acceptable, you must have a correct attitude."

Ling Ran hesitated for a moment, then showed a smile in line with society's expectations: "Is that so?"

"It's not to make you laugh." Professor Huang shook his head and said, "You have to show...we have to show that we take Mr. Mei's condition seriously. You may not know that Mr. Mei is a veteran of our Changxi Province. During the holidays..."

Ling Ran listened to Professor Huang's chatter for half a minute, but instead showed a puzzled expression: "Since it's so important, why leave it to you alone?"

Professor Huang was stunned.

Professor Huang pointed to his nose, and said in a sad tone: "I am Huang Mingyu, a professor at Tangtang University of Traditional Chinese Medicine, one of the few diagnostic experts in China, proficient in trauma control, and good at combining Chinese and Western medicine. Those who are older than me are all old and scumbags, their level is acceptable, and their qualifications are far worse than mine..."

Ling Ran gave Professor Huang a strange look, and said, "I originally thought that a consultation is a better way of diagnosis. According to what you said, shouldn't we seek a number of famous and high-level doctors at the same time?"

Professor Huang was stopped by the question again, and after a long time, he said: "That's what you mean...The consultation can't be done all the time."

"I'm going to have an operation, shouldn't I have a consultation?"

"Oh, you said the treatment plan for intrahepatic bile duct stones? It was made long ago, and it must be cut, but Mr. Mei has some doubts in his heart. It is only now that the decision has been made." Professor Huang smiled dryly for two times. Voice.

Ling Ran said "En" again.

Professor Huang looked at Ling Ran enviously: "After talking so much, you're going to see Mrs. Mei, are you really not nervous?"

Ling Ran thought for a moment, and said, "Shouldn't it be Mr. Mei who is nervous?"