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Huo Congjun looked at Wei Qing with thoughtful eyes, like looking at a good steak, considering whether to fry it until it is half-ripe, rape it until it is half-ripe, or fry it until it is 30% and tear it apart with your teeth...

The temperature in the room rose slightly. It was the meeting room staff who quietly raised the scale of the air conditioner according to Huo Congjun's private request.

"Old Ding, it's your turn to say it, just say it." Feeling the pressure, Wei Qing hurriedly shouted.

Digestive surgery is also a small department separated from general surgery. Therefore, as the deputy director of general surgery, Wei Qing has a little psychological advantage over the deputy director of digestive surgery.

Deputy Director Ding of the Department of Digestive Surgery smacked his lips bitterly, and was embarrassed to move on. He coughed a few times, took another sip of water, looked at the report in his hand, let it go, and decided to change the direction, saying: "From our From the perspective of digestive surgery, surgical treatment of liver metastasis from gastric cancer is already a kind of palliative treatment. At present, the patient's physical condition is not very good. We think that surgery is of little significance. For this patient, we recommend chemotherapy The plan, um...capecitabine single-drug maintenance, see if the metastases can be eliminated..."

According to the previous design of digestive surgery, they still support the operation. After all, it is surgery, and "cutting" is always the first option. Only those who can't and don't know how to do it should find ways to intervene or use medicine.

However, looking at the original plan now, Deputy Director Ding always felt that Ling Ran was going to kill him, so he temporarily decided to just be an opponent. In this way, at least he would be carved to death for ideals...

Ling Ran listened carefully to Deputy Director Ding's speech, and was indeed taken aback for a moment.

Deputy Director Ding showed a tricky smile. When he smiled, he opened his mouth slightly, revealing the color of light pink lips, like a half-ripe steak cut open. He thought: To deal with surgeons, you have to use internal medicine way. Talking about the surgical plan with a surgeon like Ling Ran, you have no one with good skills, if you are not careful, you will be blown to pieces. After all, I dare not propose a plan that is too difficult, lest I be required to do it on the spot, and the better plan I have mastered will not play a role in this level of surgery at all...

The doctors in other departments present also showed stunned expressions. Everyone is very particular about medicine, and everyone can see through Deputy Director Ding's tricks at a glance.

Some people even looked at Ling Ran with amused eyes at this time, wanting to see how he would respond.

Ling Ran thought about it for a while.

As for Xiaodai's case, he studied it for a long time after he went back.

Knowing about subtotal gastrectomy and having a perfect liver resection, it can be said that Ling Ran must be the best surgeon for liver resection for gastric cancer. However, for specific patients, there is always a better path and a better specific solution.

If the disease is regarded as a problem, then the more common the patient's disease, the more preconditions the doctor knows, the more solutions he can give, and the higher the probability of answering. In many cases, he uses Step-by-step method, the optimal solution will be obtained.

However, for a patient like Xiao Dai, the possibility of finding the optimal solution is very low, because it not only gives fewer preconditions, but also makes more restrictive conditions...

Regarding Deputy Director Ding's answer, Ling Ran had actually thought about it - not that detailed, but he had indeed considered this direction.

"Even for palliative care, for a patient like Dai,

It is also very meaningful. Ling Ran paused for a while, and then said, "It's understandable that you think there is no room for surgery." Well, that's it. "

Ling Ran's simple sentence summed up the speech of the Department of Gastroenterology: Your skills are not good!

Everyone could hear it. Director Ding of the digestive surgery department widened his eyes and yelled in his heart: I didn't say that there is no room for surgery!

He didn't yell out because he knew in his heart that he really couldn't handle this patient and this case.

Not only can he not operate, but the director and deputy director of the digestive surgery department count as one, and none of them can operate.

So... it's really not technical...

Director Ding of the Department of Digestive Surgery's emotional value dropped rapidly, and then he began to realize the problem of his own thinking just now: he thought it was okay to have surgery, or not to have surgery, to do combined chemotherapy, and to do capecitabine alone. Medicine is also available for maintenance, so I randomly chose a plan to counter Ling Ran's "surgical" attribute...

In the final analysis, these solutions are not ideal.

Or, judging from Director Ding's deepest thoughts, he has nothing to do with this patient. If you want him to evaluate, this patient is the so-called hopeless medicine.

In his opinion, the difference between a good plan and a bad plan may be only one or two months, two or three months of survival time.

Most importantly, he is still unable to judge which plan is good and which one is bad.

Director Ding looked up to both sides, looked at the expressions of other people, and suddenly wanted to laugh in his heart. These guys probably had the idea of ​​treating a dead horse as a living horse doctor in their hearts.

Turning his head, Director Ding looked up at Ling Ran with a slightly doubtful expression. Could Ling Ran really know how to heal horses?

"Ahem..." Huo Congjun picked up water, moistened his throat, and said softly, "Next."

"Old He, tell me." The director of the oncology department directly mentioned He Yuanzheng's name.

Unlike other surgical departments, where all the deputy directors came, the internal oncology department came from the department director. It was also because the surgical department was familiar with the routines of Huo Congjun and even Ling Ran, and the directors were not willing to step out easily.

On such an occasion, the department director can already be called dignified, and the dignified department director of oncology department is naturally unwilling to stand up and lose face, so He Yuanzheng, who is the weakest present, has to be there.

In the past, even if it was only a small department, the sign of Hepatobiliary Surgery of Yunhua Hospital could still bluff some people. However, since the emergency center eroded the territory of hepatobiliary surgery infinitely, He Yuanzheng's status has also plummeted, almost comparable to the deputy director of a major department.

Hospitals are like this. Doctors with hospital beds and operations, even if their skills are not as good, are still in good shape. However, at He Yuanzheng's level, unless he fully surrendered, he would lose even his good health.

After all, He Yuanzheng is not Yunyi's own doctor. His foundation is unstable and his branches are not luxuriant. Naturally, his death is approaching.

He Yuanzheng looked at both sides, and saw Wei Qing from General Surgery Department playing with water cups, Director Ding from Gastroenterology Department also started to play with water cups, interventional department began to learn how to play with water cups, pathology department just got tired of playing with water cups and raised his head, and He Yuanzheng's As soon as I touched my eyes, I immediately felt that the water cup was very fun...

He Yuanzheng put his heart on the line, his neck stiffened, his teeth clenched, he raised his head, raised his eyebrows, stared, and said in a rough voice, "'Doctor Ling, tell me how to do it, just tell me your plan."

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