213 This is Too Much (1/2)

”Ling Ran is going to perform the surgery as chief surgeon.”

”Isn't that too aggressive? He became a chief surgeon in his early twenties?”

”As the saying goes: 'Visiting monks give better sermons[1].' Internal talents are not appreciated, whereas external ones become more valuable.”

The resident doctors of the same batch discussed among themselves vehemently in the resident doctors' chat group.

The resident doctors in the Orthopedic and Sports Medicine Center came from multiple, complex origins. Although they were the best in their schools, there were not many who can seize the opportunity to get promoted in the center. Most of the resident doctors would end up becoming frustrated with a salary that was too low, being too slow in mastering their skills, or having too few chances to practice their skills, and so on. Because of these reasons, an endless stream of resident doctors left.

Zhu Tongyi's research institute was different from large-scale tertiary grade A hospitals. There were few chances for a person to get promoted. If you could not push yourself up the ranks, you would sink to the bottom, and then you would continue to encounter challenges from the world outside. For example, a doctor like Ling Ran would very likely occupy a position that they vacated after much reluctance.

”I am going to take a look, anyone want to come along?” A resident doctor suggested in the small group.

”Let's go together.” Several others tagged along.

In a short while, nearly twenty people rushed into the demonstration room. They were not just resident doctors, but also several attending physicians and associate chief physicians who were free.

Because Zhu Tongyi was in the front row, everyone did not talk and chatter. They each found a seat to sit on, and waited for the surgery to begin.

The demonstration room of the Orthopedic and Sports Medicine Center cost a lot of money. It also connected microscopes in various operating theaters and operating theaters together. The surgical field of an ordinary surgery and the surgical field of microsurgery could be seen. Moreover, switching between both displays was quite convenient, and it could also perform real-time voice communication. It was ”display technology”, and an excellent way to have a teaching demonstration.

Inside the research institute, having the courage to perform surgery in the operating theater connected to a demonstration room was also a reference for everyone to evaluate a doctor's level.

However, to the doctors, the most terrifying application of the demonstration room was actually when a patient's family was asked to visit.

The operating theater of a general hospital was like a black box. The family sent the patient in, and a patient was pushed out of the black box after the operation. The family would only know the state before the patient entered the operating theater and the state after the patient left. They would not know about anything that occured in the operating theater.

It was obviously not proper to ask the patient's family to enter the operating theater; it was easy to interfere with the operation of the surgeon. However, it would be relatively easier for the surgeon to continue controlling the surgeon if they used the demonstration room.

Of course, if one wanted to enter the demonstration room, it was not easy at the current research institute, and one would always need special ways to enter.

Doctor Qu gently pushed the door open, silently went to the corner of the demonstration room, touched the bald spot in the middle of his head, and sighed gently.

He cared more about this operation than the resident doctors. After all, he had also participated in Liu Weichen's surgical plan design. Therefore, he was also most aware of Liu Weichen and the surgical plan itself, as well as the required level of skill for the operation.

Doctor Qu nodded to several doctors who saw him, and sat down in one of the chairs at the last row in the room. He stared blankly at the pitch black screen.

After an indefinite amount of time, the screen lit up, everyone stopped chatting and altogether looked at the screens in the middle where there was both the surgical field displayed by the surgical camera, and the operating theater scene displayed by the panoramic camera. The camera of the two-head microscope was still black, and there was a voice coming from it.

”Doctor Ling, let me help you wear the surgical gown.”

”Doctor Ling, look at the device list. Is there anything that needs to be added?”

”What surgical habits do you have? Do you want to drink water during the surgery?”

The first thing that came were the voices of circulating nurses and scrub nurses.

The doctors in the demonstration room looked at each other. A resident doctor could not help but say, ”When did they become so well-mannered?”

”When they see a handsome guy,” groaned a 220 pound resident doctor. He said, ”You haven't see them talk about their Prince Charmings, have you?”

”It would not be to such an extent, right? What is the motive behind them being so proactive?”

”Why do you help a goddess take her bags then?”

As the demonstration room quieted down again, everyone looked at the screen again with an inexplicable feeling, as if they had a common enemy.

There were extremely few female doctors in the Orthopedics Department. In the operating theater of the professional Orthopedics Department, male nurses were an indispensable configuration. When they watched the female nurses, who were few and far in between, happily talking with Ling Ran, the group of resident doctors were unsatisfied and unhappy.

…..

In the operating theater.

Ling Ran stared at the patient's foot for a long time.