412 Penile Amputation (1/2)
The patient, Mao Liang was sent into the operating theater at six in the morning. All his pubic hair had already been shaved. He was under general anesthesia, and he was about to be castrated. Of course, the patient himself did not want to go through the surgery while he was conscious either.Find authorized novels in Webnovel，faster updates, better experience，Please click visiting.
So many doctors and nurses crowded the operating theater to the point that Doctor Zhou had to chase some of them off. ”This won't do. There are way too many people. Only four people can be in here. Six, at the most!”
The crowd showed their dissatisfaction.
”We just want to take a look.”
”We have no surgeries on our schedule, and it's not like we get to go home. What's wrong with staying here and taking a look?”
”A big breakfast is only complete with a sausage and two eggs. With a sausage and one of the eggs gone, how can you still call it a big breakfast?”
”It's better than nothing, isn't it? At least he'll still be able to secrete male hormones.”
The medical staff, who were all in a good mood, made small talk. As the doctors and nurses had just saved the lives of more than ten victims and announced two fatalities, they could not let the patients and the patients' family members see the smiles on their faces.
This was especially true for doctors from the Emergency Department and ICU. By the time they approached retirement, each of them would have witnessed more than a thousand deaths. If they were to feel sad over every death, they would end up in the Psychiatry Department.
Ling Ran's expression was solemn from the beginning to the end in the operating theater,
Ling Ran tried to remain solemn most of the time, because based on his experience, the moment he relaxed his facial muscles, a lot of people would approach him to the point that he would not be able to deal with it. He did not even need to smile to have that happen to him. All he needed to do was appear kind and amiable. This was why he had no choice but to maintain a solemn expression all the time.
”Have all of you washed your hands? And are all your slippers clean?” Ling Ran glanced at the medical staff, who were crowding the operating theater, and voiced his main concern.
The medical staff laughed. ”It's not like we're operating on the patient.”
Ling Ran did not bother to argue with them. Instead, he looked at the circulating nurse.
The circulating nurse said, ”I'll call the head nurse to come over.”
”Don't…”
”Let's go and wash our hands…”
”I'll change into a new pair of slippers.”
The doctors swiftly did as they were told.
Even though they were not under the head nurse's jurisdiction, the head nurse would still yell at them.
An excellent head nurse had the ability to scold young doctors so fiercely that they would begin to doubt the point of their existence. Most importantly, the head nurse had the right to yell at any doctor or nurse who failed to maintain their hygiene in the operating theater. She could scold them for as long as she wanted to, and no one would take pity on those doctors and nurses.
”Let's get started.” Ling Ran was obviously not going to wait for those doctors to come back. He went to the spot where the chief surgeon was supposed to stand in without caring about anyone else and said, ”Hm, Doctor Zhou, can you tie a surgical rubber band at the base of the patient's p*nis[1]?”
”Aren't you the chief surgeon?” Doctor Zhou was immediately in a state of despair.
”I'll hold it up with a pair of surgical forceps.” As Ling Ran spoke, he extended his hand and asked for a pair of forceps before he continued, ”Doctor Zhou, your turn.”
Doctor Zhou took the rubber band in resignation. His eyebrows were tightly furrowed.
Doctor Zhou watched as Ling Ran lifted the soft and gooey lump, which looked both familiar and unfamiliar at the same time, with the pair of surgical forceps. It gave him goosebumps, and he felt a chill running down his spine.
”The Department of Urology should hire some female doctors.” Doctor Zhou could not help but sigh.
Ling Ran hummed in agreement with Doctor Zhou, which was something he rarely did. ”I know… Scalpel…”
The doctors who had just washed their hands and changed into clean slippers were greeted with a bloody and cruel sight the moment they entered the operating theater.
”I'm already regretting this.”
”Curiosity kills the cat indeed.”
”I won't be able to have s*x tonight, man.”
The resident doctors spoke through gritted teeth while they stood on tiptoes, their gazes fixed on the operating table.
Honestly, the Department of Urology often encountered patients who suffered from penile cancer. But in that modern society, not many were willing to have their entire p*nis castrated. Even though some of the older doctors had witnessed or performed such a procedure before, this was an eye-opener for the resident doctors and younger attending physicians who had gone over to widen their horizons.
Of course, it also happened to be convenient for them to do so.