"Doctor Ling, how do you feel?" Osborn pressed the call button and asked in a friendly and polite manner, just like an employee who kept asking "How are the dishes today?" in an American restaurant.

Ling Ran, who was immersed in the operation, seemed to be awakened, and said in English calmly: "It's not as good as expected."

Osborn was stunned, and quickly traced Ling Ran's operation in his mind, but did not find any mistakes. He couldn't help but humbly said: "What do you expect?"

"Is the mirror person I expected? It should... have a natural beauty, like a prime number." Ling Ran sighed regretfully.

The mirror person in front of him is a mirror person, but as a lumberjack, he is obviously not a person who is diligent in maintenance and exercise and regularly undergoes physical examinations.

His heart is hypertrophy, his cardiovascular vessels are thick, hard and deformed, so that he has some loss of placement. This is a very important point. If the part of the tissues and organs that are mirrored by the mirrored person deteriorate, will it be partially lost?

It's like folding a piece of paper in half, then kneading half of the paper over and over for a long time, and then unfolding it, the "mirrority" of the two halves of the mirrored paper will naturally weaken.

Moreover, there is no such beauty in a heart.

In fact, the heart of this lumberjack gave Ling Ran the feeling that it was more like the feet of a ballerina, and they were all damaged and disabled.

Ling Ran's thoughts were affected and he couldn't help but point to the blood vessel that had just been sutured, saying, "The location of the lesions is too obvious, and there are many and dense, as if it was broken into a mirror..."

"Okay, not a perfect mirror person." Osborn felt understanding and said casually: "If you can make you happy, we can contact a few more mirror persons to come for surgery later."

"That can make me happy." Ling Ran answered immediately.

Osborn couldn't help laughing: "No problem, as long as you are happy, we can keep contacting the mirror person to come for surgery."

"There is no need to keep in touch. If you want to use mirror people, there should be no big difference after five or six cases." Ling Ran said a little regretful and added: "So, it is best for the previous mirror people to be younger."

"I understand, young mirror man." Osborn agreed with a smile.

The operating room and the visiting room returned to peace.

Felix said with a twitch: "It will cost a lot of money to arrange five mirror surgery."

At the Cleveland Clinic, the cost of a heart surgery can easily exceed one million dollars. It is not uncommon for more complicated bypass surgery to cost $6 million. Of course, this is the fee that insurance companies have to pay. If it is a self-paid patient, they can often pay about 30% of the fee to settle the bill. Even so, it is easier to spend more than $500,000, and it is more than one million dollars.

As a non-profit hospital, the cost of Cleveland Clinic accounts for 30% to 50%. In summary, for the five free surgeries, it costs at least millions of dollars for Cleveland Clinic, and it is normal to have more than a few million dollars.

With so much money, even the director of the Heart Center cannot be exempted.

But Osborne was not worried at all and smiled and said, "Since it was what Dr. Ling Ran wanted, it would be OK to arrange six mirror-like surgeries."

Felix widened his eyes: "When I want five or six million to fund, why did I get five million?"

"How could I give you 5 million yuan in funding? Look back and check it." Osborne turned around and said to his assistant, and then took a serious look at the operation.

Felix gritted his teeth and looked down with some imbalance: "Although there is a gap between Dr. Ling Ran, I am not that big."

Osborne's head didn't turn, but just smiled, making the part of his ears to the corner of his mouth rise.

"The operation is over." Ling Ran checked again, stopped and took off his surgical gown and gloves with the help of the nurse.

His surgical gowns and gloves were covered with blood, and he looked a little afraid of people, but the atmosphere in the operating room had a strong sense of security overflowing.

Everyone present can understand that when the surgery reaches this level, what you feel from the inside and outside is a sense of security.

"Thank you for your hard work on Dr. Ling." Today, the oldest nurse is 50 years old. She is a white man who is so thin that he is mean, backbone and elite. She is also a Cleveland version of the Dinghai Shen Needle. It is precisely because of this that the 50-year-old White Bone Demon was the first to shout farewell words with conscience.

"Thank you for your hard work by Dr. Ling." The remaining White Bone Spirit, Black Bone Spirit, and Brown Bone Spirit also shouted out in uneven times.

The survival status of American nurses is very comfortable. They are somewhat similar to the survival status of blue-collar workers, or they belong to the category of blue-collar workers.

If young doctors are still subject to various restrictions in the hospital and dare not step beyond the line, nurses will have too many favorable conditions. On the one hand, it is easy to find a job and has a wide range of employment, so they don’t need to (caring about) the hospital management or doctors. On the other hand, nurse unions are often a strong political force in the hospital. No matter what kind of bullshit things happen, they have a channel for venting.

Of course, nurses are hard-working and their income is far less than that of doctors. This instead makes them express their independence in the operating room. The situations where they are willing to express their respect to doctors are far less than those on TV.

Ling Ran received so many tributes from people, which made many doctors present jealous.

But the hospital environment made everyone's jealousy nowhere to evaporate, and they just forced them to keep recalling Ling Ran's surgery.

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"It was the same when I first started." Felix looked at the expressions of the people around him and suddenly laughed. It was like a runner who had stepped on shit. When he ran the second lap, he was as happy to see others step on shit.

My way is not alone.

If Felix had a level of education to clinical medicine, he would have called this.

Crunch.

Tian Qi took all the expressions of everyone and opened the door with the honorable one and went out.

Several doctors made obvious "exhaust" sounds and immediately started talking: "Doctor Ling's girlfriend? The world is really unfair."

"This is a manifestation of world fairness." A younger doctor made a foolish statement.

Another young doctor asked Felix curiously: "Can Chinese doctors earn such a high income? Or are there so many Chinese beauties?"

Felix smiled: "I don't know whether Chinese doctors have high incomes, but we are taking this beautiful woman's private plane."

The doctors at the Cleveland Clinic are often in contact with private planes. Someone immediately whistled and smiled, "It seems that they are rich people. What plane?"

"The Boeing 737 is modified." Felix is ​​waiting for this sentence.

The doctor who had just blown the whistle almost choked to death on the spot.

Osborne, who had always kept smiling, also frowned slightly, almost making his ears clapped.
Chapter completed!