Chapter 806 Drawing Lines

According to the social code of conduct accepted by Ling Ran, one must give something in return for gaining benefits.

Because of Zhang Anmin's promotion, Ling Ran got a mid-level treasure chest, so Ling Ran gave Zhang Anmin a slight smile and nodded, and said, "I'll open your stomach later."

Compared with closing the abdomen, the treatment of opening the abdomen is more powerful.

This is like picking a catty of meat, the morning market and the evening market are not the same concept.

Zhang Anmin followed Ling Ran for surgery, and when it was rarely his turn to go to the morning market, he suddenly became excited.

Entering the operating room, Zhang Anmin was still agitated, and didn't hesitate until he held the pen for marking.

"What kind of surgery do we use?" Zhang Anmin looked at Ling Ran. Among the various surgical procedures, cholangioenterostomy belongs to his younger brother. It was only proposed by Riede in the 1990s. However, due to inherent shortcomings, and Congenital needs, but the development of this type of surgery is very fast. Up to now, there are more than five main surgical methods, and there are countless variants.

As a professional doctor in hepatobiliary surgery, Zhang Anmin also learned several types of choledochoduodenal anastomosis. However, thinking about his own learning process, Zhang Anmin was more worried that Ling Ran's arsenal was insufficient.

After all, Ling Ran learned cholecystectomy from him before, and gallbladder-enteric anastomosis is more complicated. Even if Ling Ran is a genius, he may have learned something while flying knives outside, but it is impossible to perform five surgical procedures. Learned it all.

It is easy to open the abdomen and draw a line, but if the position of the line is not in line with the habits of the surgeon, or even a surgical method that the surgeon is not familiar with, what should I do?

If it's too late to cut seppuku, you'll be forced to live like a dick and can't take care of yourself.

Zhang Anmin looked at Ling Ran cautiously.

Ling Ran looked at Zhang Anmin strangely: "You have the right to choose to open your stomach, and you have to make a judgment."

Zhang Anmin was inexplicably a little panicked. The so-called companionship is like a tiger, which is what he was talking about.

Zhang Anmin raised his head and looked around.

The little nurse Wang Jia holds the No. 7 scalpel in her hand. The knife is sharp and her teeth are sharp.

The itinerary nurse is a cow nurse, with a tank figure that a strong woman in her forties should have. Her rough hands can easily crush plaster and bend steel plates. Photos and deceptions in the circle of friends always arouse screams, and dare to expose the truth Yes, they were all crushed.

The anesthesiologist is still Su Jiafu, sitting on the round stool with blank eyes, like a good boy with high grades and low energy, excellent in character and learning, and a good boy who can be bullied, but Zhang Anmin knows that he acts like a dog licking. None of the hallucinogens can simulate it.

"I...can I open my stomach?" Zhang Anmin struggled in a low voice, afraid of death.

Ling Ran said indifferently: "You use the techniques you are familiar with."

He has mastered the perfect choledochoduodenal anastomosis. No matter which operation Zhang Anmin chooses, Ling Ran can do it and give Zhang Anmin guidance.

From Ling Ran's point of view, since it is a guide, it is natural to choose the techniques that Zhang Anmin is familiar with, in order to better improve and hone Zhang Anmin's skills.

However, how could Zhang Anmin guess what Ling Ran was thinking.

He looked at Ling Ran with hazy eyes, hoping to get some instructions.

not at all.

Zhang Anmin couldn't help but feel a burst of despair. The operating room has always been a large-scale pretense scene for the chief surgeon, but if the assistants don't cooperate well and the chief surgeon's pretense is not smooth, what kind of experience will it be?

That is Zhang Anmin's experience in hepatobiliary surgery.

Zhang Anmin was silent for a long time, and finally said tremblingly: "Then, shall we use the Roux-en-Y anastomosis?"

This is the most common operation in cholangioenterostomy, and it is also the basic operation of many variants. It has little pretentious effect, but it is the safest operation.

But in simple terms, the Roux-en-Y anastomosis is definitely not as simple as the side-to-side bile duct duodenum anastomosis.

Zhang Anmin didn't know which one to choose, he instinctively felt,

Choosing the simplest one may not be in line with Dr. Ling's temperament.

Ling Ran nodded resolutely.

Zhang Anmin couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, and quickly drew a line on the patient's belly. Because he was too excited, the line was slightly bent.

"I'll redraw one line." Zhang Anmin didn't dare to say that he would change it when he was cutting it. Even if the line was not straight, how could the superior doctor agree to it.

Zhang Anmin rubbed it with alcohol indiscriminately, then took a black pen and drew it lightly.

The patient's belly was a little fat, and at the end of the painting, Zhang Anmin's hand slipped and crooked again.

"I...redraw one?" Zhang Anmin looked carefully at Ling Ran.

Ling Ran nodded kindly, and said, "Change to a different color pen."

Zhang Anmin said "En", and reached out for a pen again.

He seriously drew a white line...at the end of the drawing...

crooked!

"Change another color?" Zhang Anmin was already trembling with guilt.

Nurse Niu was a little too lazy to get the pen, and said: "Many patients' incisions are not straight, it's okay, when the time comes, they will be bandaged, who can tell."

Zhang Anmin glanced at Ling Ran carelessly, and hurriedly said, "I'm sorry, I'll draw another line."

Wang Jia also said, "Doctor Ling probably prefers straight lines."

Ling Ran nodded naturally.

Nurse Niu sighed and said, "Then wait, I'll find some more colors."

Zhang Anmin took a deep breath, with luck in his chest, and silently continued his strength.

"Crooked."

"Come back later."

"Excuse me……"

Soon, a twist made of curves of various colors was drawn on the abdomen of the patient lying on the hospital bed.

"Let's wipe it off." Zhang Anmin went from guilty conscience to habit, and gradually he didn't care.

Ling Ran held up his hands, not urging. After all, looking at the crooked lines made him feel uncomfortable. In comparison, being tired was nothing.

"I'll draw again." Zhang Anmin said, took back the black pen again, and drew a line seriously.

a straight line.

Zhang Anmin was stunned for a moment, and then he asked self-doubtingly, "Did you finish the painting?"

"It should be finished." Nurse Niu yawned and gave Zhang Anmin an undisguised look.

At the same time, in front of Ling Ran, a prompt to complete the task popped up:

Mission accomplished: train newcomers.

Mission objective: Improve the skill level of a doctor.

Mission Reward: Intermediate Treasure Chest.

After thinking for three seconds, Ling Ran asked, "System, what is the improved skill level? Is it Zhang Anmin's line drawing?

"Yes." The system answered in the affirmative.

Ling Ran took a deep look at Zhang Anmin. The doctor who contributed two treasure chests in one day can be said to be very powerful.

Zhang Anmin felt guilty again after being watched by Ling Ran, and asked in a low voice, "Is this okay?"

"Okay, let's do the surgery." Ling Ran said, looking at the two intermediate treasure chests left in the interface, he decided to wait a little longer, maybe he could wait for another treasure chest.