273 Small Task (1/2)

Lu Wenbin waved his needle holder and forceps happily in the operating theater.

Upon continuously completing several steps in the procedure after Ling Ran broke them down, Lu Wenbin finally became the chief surgeon, he began to perform a standard M-Tang technique on a flexor tendon.

Although Ling Ran as well as Ma Yanlin watched and peeped from the side, Lu Wenbin still felt very pleased. It was like having a hot steamboat in a cold place, and even eating a popsicle after that.

”Push the needle in. Make sure the thread is turned towards you.” Ling Ran also wore surgical magnifying glasses and helped Lu Wenbin as his first assistant.

Ma Yanlin was jealous, but he could only be the second assistant and merely perform retraction.

Lu Wenbin was already satisfied with the chance to play with the needle. He listened to Ling Ran's instructions and pushed the needle in.

”Too much.” Ling Ran stopped Lu Wenbin immediately and said, ”Move two pinheads backward.”

”Yes.”

”It's still slightly too much, you'll have to push deeper for your next suture to cover the previous mistake. Don't let your hand tremble. It's okay to do it slowly.” Ling Ran was so meticulous when he performed surgeries that he calculated things based on millimeters. He did not relax even as he guided Lu Wenbin to perform the surgery.

”Yes,” Lu Wenbin replied, and he appeared full of excitement. He was not annoyed at all by Ling Ran's remote manipulation. In fact, he was very happy right then.

If doctors could receive step-by-step guidance from their teachers, there would be fewer weak and unskilled doctors.

Most of the doctors were not patient enough in teaching their students hands-on, but most importantly, they were not capable of teaching their students that way.

If the student sent the needle in a little too much, how should the next needle be pushed in to reduce the bad tension caused by the previous needle?

Without Master Level skills, no one could understand how to do it.

A normal doctor followed a fixed method to suture tendons. If the course of the needle went slightly off to the left or right, then that was it. No matter what the results were, only fate could tell.

However, Master Level suturing did not work that way.

Master Level suturing required one to adapt to changes according to different situations. The tissues in each person was different. For example, shut-ins had loose muscles while the special forces had tighter muscles. The strength required to suture each was different. If the standard suturing method used for normal individuals was applied on shut-ins and soldiers from the special forces, neither would receive the best treatment.

In worst case scenarios, if something went wrong even during standard suturing, which was tailored specifically for normal people, the final results would be even harder to predict.

Ling Ran, on the other hand, had many types of suturing techniques in his arsenal. With his Master Level in Suturing, he had different ways to handle patients and even different ways to handle different needles. Plus, the situation was not just limited to him; he could do the same for Lu Wenbin even just by watching him.

Teaching someone else in such a manner was the epitome of hands-on education.

Of course, if Ling Ran left at that point, Lu Wenbin would have no idea how and where to begin suturing.

Nonetheless, after Ling Ran taught him for some time and Lu Wenbin tried to imitate as well as learn from him—even though he did not catch the essence of the technique—he slowly began to gain some perceptual understanding.

Lu Wenbin realized it, and he felt very excited. Even if Ling Ran asked him to wake up at two o'clock in the morning, he could still remain committed to his work.

Lu Wenbin also knew that it was just a sign of the Emergency Department in Yun Hua Hospital running out of beds again.

Ling Ran had booked a flight ticket to Shanghai the next day to attend the International Sports Orthopedics Research Conference. Hence, Lu Wenbin had a chance to use the remaining beds. He could even request for additional beds without worry.

However, if Lu Wenbin did not use those hospital beds to prove his worth, it would be difficult for him to obtain the chance again.

Lu Wenbin raised his neck and exercised it slightly. Then, he glanced at Ma Yanlin, who was performing the retraction. He became wary.

Ma Yanlin majored in the Achilles tendon repair technique, but that was not the problem. The main problem was that he competed for hospital beds too.

Lu Wenbin's gaze turned abstruse, and his movements were now even smoother. He wanted to master the M-Tang technique before Ma Yanlin!

Lu Wenbin believed that as long as he could master the M-Tang technique, he could grab more hospital beds in Yun Hua Hospital. As for the the Achilles tendon repair technique… Heh, Lu Wenbin would have no comment if Ma Yanlin could operate at Ling Ran's level, but if he could not, a normal Achilles tendon repair technique was only at the level of a junior attending physician. Did he think he could snatch beds from the Emergency Department? If that was the case, he would have underestimated Ling Ran, who woke up at three o'clock in the morning.

Ma Yanlin felt excited as well while he operated the retractor.

He was not jealous of Lu Wenbin for learning the M-Tang technique. For a houseman like Ma Yanlin, it would take him too long to learn the technique. In Yun Hua City, the number of people who knew the M-Tang technique could be counted with only one hand. The attending physicians under Department Associate Director Pan had yet to master the skill even after they had learned from him for three years. So, he did not believe that Lu Wenbin would be able to master the skill quickly.

Based on Ma Yanlin's calculations, Lu Wenbin had worked as the first assistant for half a year. Even if the number of surgeries that he performed surpassed that of the other doctors by onefold or twofold, he had only participated in those surgeries as an assistant. If he wanted to master the M-Tang technique, it would still take him another year of learning even if Ling Ran taught him hands-on.

In contrast, Ma Yanlin would definitely not take such a long time to learn the Achilles tendon repair technique!

The one who became a chief surgeon first would definitely have a better advantage.

Ma Yanlin observed the surgical field. He felt like laughing when he saw how Lu Wenbin moved in a paranoid manner. He was slow, hesitant, and doubtful.

'If the M-Tang technique was so easy to master, why don't you learn how to perform a heart transplant instead?'

”Good job.” A deep voice was heard. Along with the voice came the sound of a breeze.

Ma Yanlin was shocked. The great rebuker.... No, Department Director Huo Congjun was there?

Ma Yanlin's job was the most relaxing out of the trio. He looked back and saw Huo Congjun. The man had his bottom lip jutted out slightly, and he was dressed in scrubs. He had his arms around his chest, and there was a smile on his face.

”Department Director,” Lu Wenbin called obediently.

Ling Ran also greeted him.

”Good, very good. One of you is teaching seriously while the other is learning earnestly. Excellent!” Huo Congjun's compliment came out of nowhere, but it was still extremely rare.

Lu Wenbin stopped whatever he was doing out of puzzlement. He had no idea what Huo Congjun wanted to do.