177 Big and Small (1/2)

In the operating theater of the Hand Surgery Department, senior Resident Doctor Hou Kang gave a brief description to Ling Ran and his team, ”The patient is a pipeline technician. When he was repairing a piece of equipment, his right thumb was crushed. The patient was originally sent to the local Yiyuan County Hospital. After he was transferred to our hospital, we held a consultation in the department, and we believed that thumb reconstruction is the most suitable for the patient. The patient and his family have agreed on it.”

Once Hou Kang said this, he looked at Ling Ran. Once he saw Ling Ran remaining silent, he then continued, ”I think that his right great toe is best for the thumb reconstruction surgery. The patient is receiving debridement in the operating theater now. Doctor Ling, your task is to amputate the right great toe…”

Ling Ran nodded. Surgeries of this scale usually had two or three groups of doctors operating on the patient. It was normal for him to be assigned to perform debridement or amputation.

Ling Ran had never performed a thumb reconstruction surgery before. He would be satisfied just by being able to stand by the operating table.

Wang Haiyang's thoughts could not be predicted.

If it had to be put in words, thumb reconstruction surgeries were quite rare in Yun Hua Hospital's Hand Surgery Department. They might only run into one such case once every few months. There were many doctors willing to go to the operating table for such an operation.

However, matters in the hospital had always been complicated, and conflict between doctors only grew more heated, the closer the doctors worked together.

After Wang Haiyang entered the operating theater, he commanded, ”Ling Ran, check the operating theater and see if they missed out on anything. If there are any instruments you want to use, have them hurry up and bring it over.”

What he said meant that his acknowledgment towards Ling Ran's skills was quite high. Several doctors from the Hand Surgery Department looked over.

Ling Ran paid them no heed. He first asked, ”Generally, when performing thumb reconstruction, we will usually amputate Morton's toe, right? Why is this patient different?”

”His feet are tiny.” Wang Haiyang stood in the operating theater while he waited for the draping to be performed. He answered in a very simple and realistic manner.

Ling Ran deliberately stood around for half a minute. When the nurses finished the draping and exposed the surgical field, he saw that the patient did indeed have small feet. His shoe size could not be more than seven, it could even be lesser than six.

His hands, however, were the commonly seen, rough, huge hands belonging to blue-collar workers.

This was also the first time Lu Wenbin ever performed such a surgery. With the advantage of being a junior doctor, he decisively extended his thumb to compare it with the patient's great toe, then compared it with his Morton's toe, then with the patient's hand. He could not help but say, ”It's rare to see people with small feet but big hands.”

”Maybe he wore small-sized shoes since childhood.” Wang Haiyang had seen this many times over. He did not even bother laughing.

A circulating nurse took the opportunity to joke, ”He must be the one who wore small-sized shoes often since young. I know the Western equivalent of that; they say something like throwing people under the bus, right?”

”His height is okay. If he is barefooted, he is five feet and nine inches tall. He won't be too steady on his feet.” The doctor who was debriding the patient hastened to say a couple of words when he had the opportunity.

Hou Kang heard this and became interested. He immediately said to the nurses, ”Have you all heard that having big hands and big feet means having a huge d*ck? What does it for someone like this?”

No matter how vulgar it was, those words sounded very professional when it came from a doctor.

Lu Wenbin almost had tears flowing out of his eyes, 'Damn, this is the operating theater I know. Compared to this, Ling Ran's operating theaters are too lonely. The chief surgeon does not chat, and there is nothing to talk about among the assistants. The patients all receive laryngeal mask airway anesthesia. They can't even say a thing. There's no difference between Ling Ran's operating theater and a butcher shop.

'Look at the Hand Surgery Department's operating theaters. This cheerful atmosphere and all the dirty topics... If doctors can go to heaven, then heaven must be an operating theater with a few cute nurses, a few savvy junior doctors, and a patient under general anesthesia.

”Young Lu, what are you thinking?” Hou Kang's voice interrupted Lu Wenbin's imagination.

Lu Wenbin's habitually revealed a savvy smile. ”I think we should focus on the tightness of the underwear.”

Hou Kang was stunned before he was unable to help himself but let out a bark of laughter.

The atmosphere in the operating theater became merrier.

”Ahem.”

Wang Haiyang stood up, and it was as if someone had suddenly pressed the pause button on the operating theater.

Wang Haiyang looked around before he chuckled and said to the crowd, ”As doctors, you need to gain more experience, don't just be an echo of other people's opinions. Let me start by saying that those with blood type Bs and with large thenars (the root of the thumb protruding from the palm of the hand), will last longer.”

The junior nurses were shocked.

After a few seconds, they began to whisper among themselves.

”This is related to blood types?”

”The thenar is very much related to the size of the hand, right?”

”There's no way to test now.”

”Do you mean that there is a way to test it later?”