By the time Dou and Tong regained their composure, Lu Wenbin had already entered the operating room.

Dou Hetong shook his head and refused to go back, so he shamelessly saw Ling Ran through the glass of the operating room and came in again to confirm what was going on in the hospital.

For the doctors in the hospital, being shameless is nothing new, and Dou and Tong can barely bear it.

The operating room of the emergency center has blue walls and green drapes, with only the microscope in black.

The appearance of a surgical microscope is similar to that of an old-fashioned household desk lamp. It is a metal rod with a heavy microscope and adjustment device attached to it, and a heavy base and wheels attached to the bottom.

The chief surgeon has the privilege of moving the surgical microscope. When he adjusts the microscope to a comfortable position, he steps on it and the base is fixed. As for the assistant's twisted posture to perform the surgery, it is not very comfortable.

The surgeon in charge was concerned.

Although Dou Hetong graduated with a clinical major, he has been a full-time hospital doctor for six or seven years. He doesn't remember much about surgery, and he doesn't pay much attention to the ever-changing medical equipment.

He just looked around at the visiting doctors, secretly speechless.

Every doctor from an outside hospital had a tag on his chest to identify himself. Dou and Tong glanced at it and saw the names of People's Hospital, Provincial Hospital, Yiyuan County Hospital, Echeng Hospital and so on.

There are hospitals within the province, there are hospitals outside the province, there are big-name hospitals, and there are low-end hospitals. Such a combination model will not only prevent people from underestimating the lineup in the operating room, but will force them to take a higher look.

This is an obvious "spontaneous card" structure.

If there are some domestic conferences or activities, and surgical demonstrations are held, the doctors around them often have the same business background, or the hospitals are of the same class, or their positions and teachers are more powerful. In short, like the provincial hospital

Young and middle-aged doctors from Yiyuan County Hospital can only meet at small events in the province, and the probability is not high.

The more complex the origins of the onlookers’ doctors are, the higher their “spontaneity” is.

Anyone who pays attention to hospitals knows how difficult it is to get doctors to do something spontaneously!

It is even more difficult to get a group of doctors to do something spontaneously.

Dou and Tongxiang looked both ways, found a young doctor with a kinder face, and asked, "What are you looking at?"

The other party looked at Dou Hetong strangely and found that there was no tag on his chest. He immediately realized that Dou Hetong was Yun Yi's own doctor, so he smiled reservedly: "Zhu-Ling Achilles Tendon Repair."

"Eh? Isn't it a tantrum?" Dou Hetong looked at the operating table at this time. Except for Ling Ran, who was instantly handsome, Lu Wenbin didn't seem to be there.

The young doctor asked back: "Are you here to see the Tang method? The Tang method is next door."

Only then did Dou Hetong realize that Ling Ran had performed two surgeries at the same time.

"Dr. Ling wants to finish the operation here and then do the operation there? I just saw that the assistant has passed..." Dou Hetong's mind was full of questions.

"Are you talking about Lu Wenbin? Dr. Ling now performs the Tang method. The first part is done by Lu Wenbin. Only the key steps are done by himself. Besides, the Tang method is also fast. Doctor Ling only takes a quarter of an hour each time.

Looks like." The young doctor here actually knew Lu Wenbin's name, and it was obviously not the first day he came here.

Dou Hetong was a little dizzy. He had stayed at Yunyi for so many years, so why didn't he know that Yunyi was so attractive now?

In the stands, Ling Ran lowered his head and said nothing.

None of the medical staff had any intention of chatting.

There was total silence in the operating room.

Finally, the circulating nurse on duty couldn't bear it anymore and asked in a low voice: "Doctor Ling, do you want to play some music?"

"Then play it." Ling Ran didn't have any interest in music. If he had any interest, it would be John Cage's "4 Minutes and 33 Seconds." However, his threshold in the operating room was quite high, and it didn't matter whether there was sound or not.

Everyone listened to the soft music played by the nurse and felt visibly relaxed.

"Do you want to learn this?" Dou Hetong took the opportunity to ask in a low voice. He had also heard of Zhu-Ling's Achilles tendon repair surgery, but he didn't expect so many people to come and see it.

The young doctor who was questioned smiled and said: "Of course it would be good to learn."

"if not?"

"You can also take a look at the body structure of our international friends." The young doctor who was asked laughed out loud.

When Dou Hetong heard this, he couldn't help but look at the operating table. Only then did he realize that the patient's exposed part outside the draping was unusually white.

Dou Hetong couldn't help but ask: "Is he a white man?"

"Well, Americans." The young doctor said.

"Americans also come to our hospital for treatment?" Dou Hetong's voice was a little louder, attracting the attention of several people.

Dou Hetong coughed twice and continued to smile shamelessly.

"Americans are human beings too, and they still need to see a doctor." A doctor next to him, who was probably the age of the doctor, said in a low voice.

"When Americans come to China, they don't have medical insurance."

The attending surgeon almost laughed like a pig: "We don't even need 10,000 yuan to repair the Achilles tendon. It's less than 2,000 US dollars, which is not enough to cover the deductible of his broken insurance."

Dou Hetong was stunned: "What about the transportation and accommodation expenses?"

"This is a sports medicine surgery. It is performed in the United States and costs a minimum of US$300,000." The attending doctor glanced at Dou He and said, "Internationalization of medical care is no joke. Air tickets and hotels are only worth a few dollars."

At this time, more people looked over with serious expressions.

Dou Hetong couldn't say much, he could only stare at the white American legs on the stage in a daze.

This is actually the first time Ling Ran has cut an American leg. If we use data to explain it, the length of his Achilles tendon has reached 20 centimeters, which is quite good.

However, considering that this man is originally a long-distance runner, his 20cm Achilles tendon can only be said to be ordinary.

In fact, the international patients Ling Ran has come into contact with recently are basically athletes and sports enthusiasts. Liu Weichen's competition results are excellent, and the South African crybaby also joined the rugby team and achieved good results, which proves to a certain extent that Ling Ran

natural ability.

Although Ling Ran is still a cheap solution in the international medical community, he is at least a solution.

If there really is such a list of solution providers in the international medical community, there are still only a few people in China who can be included in this list.

This is also due to the sports medicine skills that Ling Ran has mastered. Microsurgery is considered a hard job for doctors in any country. The working hours are long, the precision is high, and the income is very average.

There are very few doctors who can continue on this path and finally reach the level where they can diagnose and treat professional athletes.

However, just like the huge difference between professional athletes and ordinary people, professional sports medicine experts, even if they are not so awesome, are several levels higher than ordinary microsurgeons.

The American lying on the operating table at this time chose Ling Ran within the scope of the cost he could afford.

Judging from the current international medical diagnosis and treatment prices, only here at Ling Ran could he maintain the mobility of his Achilles tendon and only spend tens of thousands of dollars.

"Blood loss?" Ling Ran tilted his head and asked, and the audience in the operating room all fell silent.

"56." Yu Yuan acted as an assistant, taking her eyes off the eyepiece and reading the numbers on the instrument.

Ling Ran just said "yes" and continued to operate.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the screen in front of them.

The field of view in the microscope can be displayed on the screen, but for such operations, the surgeon always uses a microscope to see directly.

"All blood vessels are avoided."

"Awesome."

"Zhu-Ling's Achilles tendon repair is really exquisite."

The doctors present watched silently, each thinking about it.

For senior doctors, microsurgery is not necessarily a good development direction, but for local hospitals, especially hospitals below the tertiary level, microsurgery is simply a life-saving straw.

Nowadays, many Class III or Class II hospitals rely on techniques such as replantation of severed fingers and Achilles tendon repair to survive.

Those surgeries that involve less work, less fun, more money, are undoubtedly monopolized by large tertiary hospitals, and patients also consciously go to large hospitals for treatment.

If small hospitals cannot get patients, they will either perform operations that are not related to diseases, such as circumcision, regardless of whether there is any indication for surgery, or they will perform laborious operations that large hospitals are unwilling to perform.

In the face of survival, the surgeon's struggle is not much easier than that of the patient.

"You do the rest." Ling Ran completed the suturing of the Achilles tendon and handed over the skin suturing part to his assistant as usual.

Yu Yuan hurriedly stood back to Ling Ran's position, readjusted the height, gathered her energy, and started sewing the skin.

Her surgical talent is extremely limited, but with continued persistence and practice, her level is extremely stable.

As Ling Ran left, the doctors who were watching also left the operating room with cheers.

Dou and his colleagues followed the flow of people in confusion and were quickly pushed into the operating room next door.

At this moment, Lu Wenbin had just completely separated the patient's flexor tendons from the patient who had been sutured with the Tang method.

Ling Ran, who had washed his hands before going on stage, stepped forward, inspected it, reached out and fished out the patient's flexor tendon, and with one more operation, the operation was declared complete.

Then, Ling Ran entered the operating room next door.

Dou Hetong continued to follow confusedly.

This time, it was another Achilles tendon repair surgery, but it was done by Ma Yanlin, an orthopedic surgeon.

Dou Hetong felt exhausted by the shadowless lamp, and couldn't help but ask the people around him: "How long do you plan to watch?"

"I can't see much anymore. Dr. Ling won't be performing surgery tomorrow." The doctor who spoke was from Shanghai, and his tone had a sense of urgency as if he was watching one less scene.

Dou Hetong looked at his tag strangely and said, "You can see there are many opportunities for surgery."

"It depends on what you say. Wei Jiayou is in Shanghai. He graduated from Johns Hopkins University. He is known as the leader of the younger generation and one of the top ten outstanding medical talents under the age of 35? But if you want to see Wei Jiayou's surgery, you must make an appointment.

, and you can only make an appointment for one session, so there’s no such openness as this place.”

Dou Hetong was speechless.

The doctor from Shanghai chuckled, took out a bottle of Red Bull Enhanced Edition from his pocket, shook it, and said: "We can see as many surgeries as we want. Wei Jiayou used to let us go, but how can we take care of him now? So... now...
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