Chapter 653 Workload

Pooh!

A young doctor laughed out loud, and waved to Liu Yilin, who was looking at the situation, to indicate that she was fine. In her heart, the young doctor was a little bit proud: Dr. Liu's attention was attracted, next, I don't know how It is convenient to introduce myself.

Just as his brainwaves were rapidly intertwining, Feng Zhixiang's gaze also swept over.

"Have you forgotten all the rules in the operating room?" Professor Feng Zhixiang's voice was neither high nor low, as if he was speaking with a microphone on the podium, a little eloquent.

The young doctors in the operating room were a little short-lived, and their tone was dangerous.

The doctor who laughed just now also froze, and looked at Professor Feng Zhixiang cautiously.

"If you don't teach, you call it abuse. Do you know what you did wrong?" Professor Feng Zhixiang held a scalpel in his hand and stared at the young doctor who laughed out loud.

The young doctor lingered between "punishment" and "abuse" in his heart, and said cautiously: "Saliva can easily contaminate the operating room."

"Well, it's not that it's easy to pollute the operating room, it's that it's easy to pollute the operating room, so we have to wear masks, right?" Professor Feng Zhixiang tried to persuade.

The young doctor nodded.

"Open your mouth and answer me." Professor Feng Zhixiang was stern for a second, then returned to his kind look.

"Yes, oh, yes, yes."

"En..." Professor Feng Zhixiang nodded slightly: "Okay, get out."

"Ah..." The young man froze for a moment, and was pushed by his friend in an instant.

He just came to his senses and hurried out of the operating room. It was commonplace for a young doctor to be kicked out of the operating room, and there was nothing special about it. Everyone looked at him with no sympathy.

Fortunately, the one I met was not the director of the department, otherwise it would be considered "for your own good" to be forced into an operation.

Turning around, Professor Feng Zhixiang let out a long breath, smiled at Ling Ran again, and said, "Let's continue, now it's equivalent to doing an abdominal examination to see how his life is."

In the viewing room, Vice President Wang laughed out loud: "Professor Feng is still the same as before. He likes smart young doctors and hates the rest."

"If you are a doctor with talent, why should you waste materials if you don't? I remember Professor Feng Zhixiang said something like this before." The deputy director of the broken tube said and shook his head: "I didn't listen to him later. "

"The status is different, so of course the way of speaking is different." A director next to him said with a smile.

Everyone in the visiting room nodded their heads one after another. They were all high-ranking doctors, and they didn't particularly care about how other high-ranking doctors beat junior doctors.

The same is true for Ling Ran. In his impression, people's social attitudes are unpredictable. It's like a girl who might be angry with other people just a second ago, but when she sees Ling Ran, she will act gentle as water again.

Ling Ran never tried to sort out the chaos, he cared more about the objective world.

For example, the patient in front of me, Li Gang.

Ling Ran was carefully investigating for him, and the result of the investigation may determine whether the patient can receive the operation.

This is also the brutal part of gallbladder cancer. Because it is generally discovered late, many patients with gallbladder cancer, after opening the abdominal cavity, found that the spread has exceeded expectations after a round of abdominal examination, so they can only close the abdomen.

Otherwise, even if the patient does not die on the operating table, the postoperative prognosis will not be good. Some patients have undergone surgery, and their survival time is even shorter than those without surgery. Such surgery is meaningless.

"Don't be afraid, you can touch it with your hands." After Professor Feng Zhixiang finished speaking, he also said to the other two assistants: "Everyone can get started, take a look at the situation in the abdominal cavity, and feel what is the relationship between the dissected human body and the operation. The situation in the hospital is different, especially the cancerous tissue, today's patients are quite typical, so come and feel it."

So, after Ling Ran performed an intra-abdominal examination,

Xu Wen and Sansuke next to him also touched their hands.

That's all for Xu Wen, and the little doctor Sansuke next to him showed excitement.

He is the patient's bed doctor, which means he is the lowest-level doctor in the entire medical system. In high-end places like the operating room, many bed doctors come in to report the situation, explain the patient's daily condition, and the medicines. Contraindications and so on, those who should be kicked out will be kicked out, and Sansuke who can do ordinary surgery is quite rare.

He didn't expect that he would have the chance to get started today, even though he just touched it.

The little doctors in the operating room also let out envious "嗤" sounds. As for the little doctor who was kicked out just now, no one remembers his name.

Feng Zhixiang and the three of them touched it before smiling, and said, "When I just graduated from medical school, when I went to the hospital, what I felt the most was that the doctors in the hospital were timid. Of course, the doctors at that time were not skilled enough. Relatively limited, in fact, needless to say, the technology is poor, the equipment is also poor, and the school conditions are even worse, so ah, for a few limited operations, the surgeons do it with trepidation, so there is no chance for us to get started."

Ling Ran and the others listened and didn't have a chance to interrupt, so they watched Feng Zhixiang start to separate step by step.

Feng Zhixiang talked while doing it: "I felt the gallbladder for the first time, and I probably participated in 10 operations. It's a pity to say that the doctors at that time couldn't do the operation themselves, and they really did it completely according to the book. We were so nervous during the operation that we couldn’t move, and we weren’t allowed to speak. Some of our young doctors had questions at the time. We didn’t understand at first, so we asked them out. The chief surgeon immediately shouted: “Shut up! It’s the one with a bit of classical Chinese.” Words scare us."

"When we learned something at that time, we had to practice in the audience to be familiar and proficient, and there were exams..."

"Theories have to be memorized. Many theories, now it seems, are all wrong, but the old doctors at that time didn't care about these. Some were strict. We must get 100 points in the test. The operation, so everyone is desperately trying to memorize it, but even if you have the operation, you may not be able to get started. Thinking about it, it is really hard..."

Feng Zhixiang was doing what normal doctors do most during surgery: chatting.

Ling Ran didn't chat during the surgery, because he didn't like chatting.

In fact, Xu Wen is also a bit inclined in this regard. If he is the one who performs the surgery, he will hum songs or something by himself at most. However, Xu Wen has served many masters after all, and he still has the basic skills and awareness to chat with Feng Zhixiang. Seeing that Feng Zhixiang was chatting happily, he asked a silly question in cooperation: "So you will pay special attention to these in the future."

"That's right, the good things of the older generation must be learned, and the dross must be discarded." Feng Zhixiang became even more excited when he saw someone answering the conversation.

He has done too many public surgery or demonstration surgery, and he has long since lost his fear of it.

At Feng Zhixiang's position, it's a bit too much to say that it's too much to do what one wants, but during the operation, others can't criticize him for maintaining his personal habits--he doesn't particularly care if anyone criticizes.

In the operating room, it was full of Feng Zhixiang's voice, most of which were recalling stories from the past.

Several doctors in the visiting room could only listen, and a director could not help but said, "I have heard this story twice."

"Three times." Vice President Wang said.

"Four times." Broken Pipe's deputy director sighed.

"I'm sorry." Zhu Tongyi noticed that everyone was looking over, and said calmly, "I'm in the orthopedics department, so I don't listen to his nonsense when I'm fine."

Everyone laughed.

After laughing, I found that the operating room was actually quiet.

Vice President Wang's complexion changed, and he hurried to check the intercom system, only to find that it was normal.

After he breathed a sigh of relief, Feng Zhixiang's voice came again from the operating room: "This patient is not very lucky. The lymph nodes behind the head of the pancreas must be cleaned."

"At least it didn't transfer to the pancreas." Xu Wen whispered.

"En. It's a heavy workload." Feng Zhixiang bowed his head as he said. At his age, lymph node sweeping is a very hard and tiring job.

"Let me help." Ling Ran changed his position a little bit, he has perfect lymph node dissection, and there is no need to be modest.

Feng Zhixiang naturally agreed, so the two lowered their heads facing each other, and each swept the lymph.

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