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”Doctor Ling, Doctor Ling…” Reporter Deng Wensheng stepped on the airtight access door to open it. Then, he followed Ling Ran closely.
Ling Ran was moving around in his wheelchair, and he did not want to stop at all. He spoke without turning around, ”Today, I'm not accepting any interviews.”
”Not accepting… I was invited by Department Director Huo Congjun.” Deng Wensheng laughed awkwardly.
Ling Ran said, ”I don't want to be interviewed now.”
”Why are you in a bad mood? Did the surgery not proceed smoothly?” In truth, Deng Wensheng had already started the interview.
Ling Ran stopped his wheelchair because Deng Wensheng just kept talking to him. He crossed his legs and answered, ”The surgery went smoothly, but for liver cancer surgery, the recurrence rate within five years is 60% to 80%. No matter how clean the cut made by the surgeon is, it does not necessarily solve the problem.”
”So, you're worried about the patient, right?” Deng Wensheng immediately made a note in his heart while he confirmed what he believed was his assumption by asking Ling Ran.
”Surgery is not the solution for liver cancer.” Ling Ran gave an irrelevant answer.Find authorized novels in Webnovel，faster updates, better experience，Please click visiting.
”So, what do you think the solution should be? Targeted drugs?”
”I don't know.” Ling Ran did not like this kind of answer, but he still answered honestly. Then, he moved his wheelchair and left the corridor at a faster speed.
Deng Wensheng followed after him quickly. He cast a glance at Ling Ran's expression, and he did not ask anything else about this topic. He smiled and asked something else instead, ”Doctor Ling, what are you going to do now?”
”Relax for a moment.”
”Relax? How will you relax, Doctor Ling?”
”Perform surgery,” Ling Ran answered as he pushed open the door of an operating theater and glanced at the anesthetist and nurses who were busy. Then, he asked, ”How's the preparation?”
”Five more minutes.” The anesthetist who was busy in front of the operating table answered.
Ling Ran nodded. ”I'll go take a shower first, take your time.”
As he spoke, Ling Ran moved out of the operating theater and rushed toward the shower room. Then, he quickly covered his injured leg with a plastic cover.
Deng Wensheng was totally confused.
'What was that?
'What was the process that I experienced just now?
'There seems to be a logical fallacy in what Ling Ran, but how should I catch it?'
Ten minutes later.
Ling Ran had changed to a new set of attire. He stood at the operating table again, and he started the hepatectomy for hepatolithiasis, which he was familiar with.
This was the hepatectomy that could really treat the disease.
The patient who suffered tremendous pain would obtain a much better life quality and lifespan after the surgery and treatment. Meanwhile, the better the hepatectomy was performed, the patient's postoperative comfort level would be higher.
Ling Ran liked this type of surgery.
There was certainty, stability, and difficult techniques, so it was considered an interesting yet serious surgery.
Ling Ran performed the surgery at his own pace.
He did not rush for time. On the contrary, he just enjoyed the whole process in the surgery. At the same time, he enjoyed the temperature and environment in the operating theater.
The first assistants who helped this time were Yu Yuan and Ma Yanlin. Their skills were not suitable for them to participate in liver cancer surgery, but after they witnessed many unique livers in the abdominal cavity among the hepatectomy surgeries for hepatolithiasis, both of them could also perform the surgery skillfully and with ease.
After about twenty minutes, Su Jiafu rushed over. He was followed by Huo Congjun, who walked over slowly.
Su Jiafu came to act as an assistant.
As surgeons, people like Lu Wenbin and Yu Yuan could come under Ling Ran's guidance.
However, Su Jiafu was a resident doctor from the Department of Anesthesiology. Previously, when he participated in the hepatectomy in Wuxin City, he could be considered to have operated above standards. After he came back to Yun Hua Hospital, Su Jiafu still needed to continuously prove himself.
Huo Congjun naturally came for the reporter.
He just ate something to refill his energy. At the moment, he looked as if he was suffering. He then took a look at the surgical record before he asked Deng Wensheng, ”Do you still want to watch the surgery?”
”I want to watch one more.” Deng Wensheng wanted to know the difference between this surgery and the other surgery. But he would not ask. He wanted to observe on his own.
Huo Congjun did not mind. He said, ”Observing the surgery is tiring too.”
It would have been better if he had not said it, because once Reporter Deng Wensheng heard his words, he suddenly he felt that he could not keep going anymore.
The previous surgery took about four hours, and he had stood for another thirty minutes just now without even realizing it.
If he were still young, he would still be alright. But now, it was not Deng Wensheng's main job for carrying the instrument that weighed more than ten pounds while standing straight to film the surgery.
It could no longer be his main job.
Deng Wensheng was dizzy. He walked closer to the table behind the anesthetist, and he saw a stool at the corner. He then said, ”Can I sit for a while?”