46 Smooth (2/2)

”Suture scissors.”

The rhythm in Ling Ran's hands did not change at all even though he had obtained the opportunity to operate independently.

The general surgery resident doctors who were waiting in the operating theater were envious and surprised when they noticed this, but did not make a sound.

It was a rare opportunity for ordinary resident doctors to operate independently. However, for Ling Ran, that was not considered that rare.

In fact, the chances of Ling Ran getting such opportunities were much more than that of the resident doctors.

In the case of open wound treatment alone, during the three years of standardized training for an Emergency Department resident doctor, they only had to complete, as an assistant, ten cases of surgical debridement and suturing.

Of course, an Emergency Department resident doctor needed to master more than just debridement and suturing. In theory, they were required to carry out five cardiopulmonary resuscitations, two gastric lavages, five defibrillations, five tracheal intubations, and so on.

However, in terms of local standards, there were only a handful of hospitals that could allow their residents to complete that quantity and ensure the quality of all operations.

”Curved scissors.”

Ling Ran looked up and exercised his neck for a while.

The scrub nurse handed the curved scissors to Ling Ran and took the opportunity to stare at Ling Ran for a few seconds. Her little heart was fluttering and palpitating.

Ling Ran looked cool, seemingly unaware of her stare.

He liked to be a doctor, and his favorite thing about being one was the environment in the operating theater.

If he was a civil servant, he would be considered by his colleagues to be nitpicky; if he went to do engineering work, it would be likely that he would not be liked by the people; but here, even if he was doing the simplest surgery, no one would urge him to be faster just because he wanted to do one more check on the bleeding points.

Ling Ran clearly called out the name of the instruments he wanted while he operated.

”#0 Thread… Forceps… Gauze…”

Zhao Leyi found it somewhat hilarious.

Normally, doctors would not yell like this, especially senior physicians above the level of attending physicians. Most of them would be gossiping away. Some of the fat, middle-aged doctors would start cracking dirty jokes or would have already cracked a few dirty jokes while they reached for the surgical instruments and simply take the instruments themselves.

Surgical nurses who were cooperative would naturally hand the correct instrument to the doctor without needing the doctor to call out the name of the devices.

The nurses in the operating theater were more familiar with the surgical methods than doctors; they knew what the doctor needed next.

However, Ling Ran did not have that kind of experience and he was not familiar with the nurse, so he would naturally call out the instruments he needed.

”Hemostatic forceps… Toothed forceps… surgical magnifying glasses...”

The more Ling Ran called out for the surgical devices, the more Zhao Leyi found him interesting, but his smile did not last long.

”What are you going to do with the surgical magnifying glasses?” Zhao Leyi was still minding his own part when he heard this and quickly looked over.

The patient's hand was seen getting straightened by Ling Ran, and he was already busy stitching the patient's wound.

”Arm is lacerated. Blood vessels are anastomosed and the tendon is sutured,” Ling Ran replied solemnly, the movements of his hands did not stop as the little nurse steadily handed the instrument to him.