119 There Should Not Be A Problem (1/2)

”Wipe my sweat off, please.” After Ling Ran completed suturing a few tendons and performed an examination on the nerves, several barely-visible beads of sweat formed on his forehead.

Nurse Wang Jia immediately stood on her tiptoes and wiped his forehead clean using a piece of gauze.

Even though Ling Ran's movements were not huge, the level of activity during those ten or so minutes was high. To put it in the context of a Wuxia novel, Ling Ran must have exerted strength in the countless small muscles in his body.

It was especially so in consideration of Ling Ran's suturing posture. Although the way he stood was not as tiring as performing in a horse stance, the properties of both were similar.

As the glasses he wore were surgical magnifying glasses, the suturing area would be beyond his field of vision if his movements were even a bit larger in the slightest. But he practically did not change his posture of bending over the table. His brain also had to maintain its constant state of excitement while his nerves had to be active, which caused him to sweat incredibly fast.

Most importantly, Ling Ran himself did not like to sweat.

Ling Ran liked to sweat abundantly after exercising vigorously. But the amount of sweat produced during vigorous exercises was the same for the forehead, cheeks, and nose. It would be alarming if there was no sweat after all that.

It was different when performing a surgery.

As of current, the temperature in the operating theater was being kept at constant. It made the situation of sweating like a pig uncommon, and at most, only tiny drops of sweat would surface on body parts that produced sweat easily.

What annoyed Ling Ran the most was when there was sweat on the upper half of his face; not only did it make him uncomfortable, the surgical magnifying glasses would also feel like they were slipping off.

If it were other junior doctors, they would most definitely not be able to act as wilfully as Ling Ran. Doctors who had yet to become chief surgeons would most likely never have their sweat wiped off by nurses. If they sweat, they could only move to the side and allowed the sweat to drip off their bodies. If they met nurses who were in a good mood, the nurses might give them a wipe. That would be a blessing, and they should be very grateful.

However, each man was born with a different fate.

Ling Ran had never needed to put too much consideration into interpersonal relationships since he was young.

When he wanted someone to wipe off his sweat, he would ask, and the nurse would help him with it.

By doing so, his surgery could go on smoother, and it would make his mood somewhat better. The nurse would also be in a better mood, and thus, perform her tasks even better...

”My condition today isn't very good,” Ling Ran suddenly said, dragging the emotionally unstable Young Tie back to the present.

”What's wrong?” Lu Wenbin let out a loud yawn while he operated the retractor.

Ling Ran also seemed to be affected by him. He yawned softly.

Nurse Wang Jia and the surgical nurse's eyes brightened. They looked at each other in excitement. It was very rare for Doctor Ling to have such a cute image, but it was a pity that they could not take a shot of the occurrence to brag about what they saw to the other nurses at the nurses' station.

Young Tie looked at Ling Ran nervously.

The person lying on the operating table was Department Associate Director Pan's brother-in-law. The brother-in-law whom Department Associate Director Pan personally demanded Young Tie to make surgical arrangements for.

Young Tie suddenly regretted his decision of not looking for Department Director Huo in advance. If the surgery was made under Department Director Huo's request, how would Ling Ran even dare put Zheng Qi's surgery behind the other three patients?

Even if he was quick in performing surgeries on the first three patients, he would likely be tired by then. How could a normal person perform ten surgeries in a day? He would more than likely work himself into his own grave.

No, even if he wanted to die, he still would not be able to perform ten surgeries.

The correct way for Ling Ran to perform surgeries was to take adequate rest and recuperate while he waited for Zheng Qi's preoperative preparations to be done. Then he could proceed to perform the surgery.

Young Tie's head was filled with regrets at that moment. He really wanted to pour two cans of Redbull down Ling Ran's throat.

”Widen the surgical field even more,” Ling Ran ordered.

Young Tie put his regrets aside and stretched his head out to take a look.

Retractor Warrior Lu Wenbin exerted more force in operating the retractor.

Ling Ran frowned. ”Perform aspiration. I can't see the insides clearly now.”

Aspiration Warrior Lu Wenbin immediately performed aspiration as if he was doing spring cleaning.

Ling Ran continued to furrow his eyebrows. ”Apply pressure on the gauze for a while. Is there a bleeding point?”

As he said that, Ling Ran used his hand to press down on the part inside the patient's hand before he looked at the volume of bleeding. He said, ”The small blood vessels have ruptured. Exert your force a little more evenly… Endotherm knife…”

”Yes,” Lu Wenbin replied obediently.

Young Tie felt his blood run cold. He knew the procedure too well, and he knew there was trouble.

'When the chief surgeon starts scolding someone, what does that mean?

'It means that the surgery isn't going well.'

Performing a surgery was like driving a car. If the surgery was smooth, it would be similar to having a smooth drive without running into any obstacles. The driver may even be humming a song because his mood was good. There was no way he would scold anyone, right?

If the surgery was not smooth, it would be like being stuck in heavy traffic. Being stuck in heavy traffic for ten minutes was tolerable, and it was still somewhat bearable even if one had to wait for half an hour. But what would the driver feel if the traffic was so bad that the car could not even move, and when he managed to inch two steps forward, he ended up in heavier traffic? That was how chief surgeons felt when their operation did not go smoothly.

Road rage was nothing compared to a surgeon throwing a temper tantrum in front of an operating table. That was true horror.

When Young Tie saw how Ling Ran acted, he felt that he was about to bring about a storm in the operating theater.