455 Nervous (1/2)

Both Professor Huang and Ling Ran said nothing on their way.

Older people did not care about stuff like Cybertron [1] and Nebula M78 [2] at all. They would just sense the great evil that was the generation gap when they heard about such things.

If it were not for the fact that Ling Ran was the best hepatobiliary surgeon he knew, Professor Huang would have changed his mind right then.

Unfortunately, it was very hard for a person to fake his skills.

This was especially true when it came to surgical skills. Truth be told, after watching Ling Ran operate, Professor Huang did not even trust the two hepatobiliary surgeons he knew before this anymore, even if they were already chief surgeons.

To a certain extent, Professor Huang got to witness Ling Ran's exponential growth for himself.

He had watched Ling Ran perform emergency hepatectomy, operate on patients with choledocholithiasis. He had also watched Ling Ran treat patients with gallbladder empyema and multiple pyogenic liver abscesses. He saw with his own eyes that with every passing day, the recovery time of patients Ling Ran operated on who suffered from the same illnesses were becoming shorter and shorter. Every single patient spent less time in the ICU and was discharged sooner compared to the preceding patient.

Most importantly, all of them survived.

Professor Huang was not the most moral doctor around. He sometimes accepted gifts from patients, often received bribes from pharmaceutical sales representatives, carry out freelance surgeries for extra income without his hospital's permission every now and then, buttered up to his leaders, said things that went against value, cursed his patients internally, and told dirty jokes without bothering to hide it. However, even when he was going against his conscience, Professor Huang only had one comment when it came to Ling Ran.

'He's way too excellent.'

'He's way too f*cking excellent.' On second thought, Professor Huang added a dirty word in his comment as emphasis.

Even though Professor Huang had been a doctor for years, he could not help but marvel at Ling Ran's surgical skills. This astonishment of his only increased with every surgery of Ling Ran's he watched.

However, Professor Huang did not really know how to get along with such an excellent doctor.

'Do all young people nowadays act like this?'

But no matter what, Professor Huang felt like he needed a break. He believed that he needed some rest before he could get used to the way young people nowadays acted.

The generation gap was something that only time could heal.

The Toyota Coaster drove across the flyover and the beltway before entering the highway. It then went on for about two or three hundred miles...

At first, Professor Huang did not feel like saying anything. After a while, he felt like talking but did not know how to initiate a conversation. In the end, he merely watched Ling Ran who was fast asleep.

Six in the evening.

The Toyota Coaster entered a sanatorium.

”You were really deep in sleep.” Professor Huang handed a scarf to Ling Ran and sighed. ”It's a little colder in the countryside. Be careful not to catch a cold.”

”Oh, we're here?” Ling Ran switched on the dome light and inspected the scarf before he wore it.

Surprisingly, Professor Huang did not find that habit of his abnormal, and he patiently waited for Ling Ran as he inspected the scarf.

Two staff members who were clad in suits stood outside the door to welcome them. They watched quietly as Ling Ran inspected the scarf, put on the scarf, inspected his surroundings, and slowly set foot in the courtyard.

”I'm sorry for not telling you beforehand that the sanatorium is located so far away. They didn't allow me to do so.” Professor Huang explained.

Ling Ran nodded in a very amicable manner. ”It's okay, I'm not pressed for time. There're not many hospital beds left in the Emergency Medical Center, anyway.”

Ever since the Emergency Department was expanded into an Emergency Medical Center, Ling Ran became very frugal when it came to the use of hospital beds.

Not only did he perform fewer finger replantation surgeries, but he had also taken on a larger number of freelance Achilles tendon repair surgeries.

Most patients who needed Zhu-Ling Achilles Repair Surgery were professional athletes, semi-professional athletes, and sports lovers who were located all over the country. They could afford to and were willing to pay for Ling Ran to carry out freelance surgery on them. Hence, most patients who received Achilles tendon repair surgery in Yun Hua Hospital were foreigners, and on average, there would be one or two cases per week.

Even so, because Ling Ran had been carrying out more and more hepatectomies, the number of empty hospital beds in Yun Hua Emergency Medical Center had been decreasing rapidly.