494 Not In a Hurry (1/2)

Ling Ran looked at the system's mission notification, a little baffled.

Learning a technique on his own was a difficult thing to do, but even so, it just gave him a Basic Treasure Chest?

In the past, it would give at least an Intermediate Treasure Chest upon Ling Ran completing around ten cases.

Ling Ran could not help but speculate. 'Is the system afraid that I would improve my own techniques myself, and in the end, not need it?'

Ling Ran could not help but remember the scenario whereby his kindergarten teachers would weep and wail as they sent him away. Ling Ran still remembered up to now that a female teacher who had just graduated not long ago had lamented, ”When Young Ran grows up, he would not need me anymore in the future.”

He also ran into teachers like these during his elementary school years, junior high school years, high school years, and even university years.

Of course, most of the teachers would not weep and wail, they will just simply shed a few tears.

After all, not every teacher was the emotional and sensitive type. There were even some that were very casual and unconcerned.

Ling Ran thought. 'If I look at it this way, is the system the sensitive type?'

Ling Ran originally wanted to ask the system, but after thinking about it, what if the system started weeping and wailing? Was it thinking of the moment when he would eventually leave?

Ling Ran had been in contact with some of such sensitive people. But he would be lying if he said he had grown any better at dealing with them.

So, Ling Ran looked at the sky and let out a long sigh. He did not even bother inquiring the system.

He also did not treat the mission as a big deal.

'Basic Treasure Chest? Was there not enough patient's sincere gratitude for me now? Or could it be that getting the approval from my peers is not fun anymore?'

”Doctor Ling?” Zhang Anmin looked at Ling Ran daydreaming by the side and called out to him softly.

”Oh, let's start.” Ling Ran raised his hands to his chest and flexed his shoulders. He looked like he was about to go all out.

Zhang Anmin still felt somewhat diffident and said, ”Doctor Ling, why not you to do a guided surgery?”

If he had to say, the hospital workplace was really a place whereby higher ranking officials could crush their subordinates.

Scenarios like attending physicians torturing resident doctors or associate chief physicians torturing attending physicians were often like cats playing with mice. Many doctors had the experience of crying secretly at a corner, waiting room, toilet, wardrobe, beneath their bed, storage room, and other places. The reason was mostly related to the senior doctors.

However, the technique senior doctors employed to torture junior doctors in the hospitals was always by suppressing them through their skills.

If senior doctors had inferior skills, being a senior doctor would just be a title, and they could do nothing to junior doctors.

This was especially for doctors at the level of associate chief physicians. Powerful associate chief physicians could torture a department's attending physicians and resident doctors until they wanted to die. But those that were not capable would mostly spout some obscene words. Such associate chief physicals were most commonly seen in hospitals that were not tertiary Grade A hospitals, especially in hospitals below secondary Grade B, such as county hospitals or town hospital.

For Zhang Anmin, Ling Ran was an existence who was even more powerful than a department associate director or even a department director.

On the other hand, Zhang Anmin also really admired Ling Ran after following Ling Ran in performing so many surgeries.

To worship the skills of their peers was natural. This kind of worship as natural as a smart student worshipping a genius student, a programmer worshiping a software developer, a fighter worshipping a boxer, and street basketball fans worshiping NBA professional players.

Even if Ling Ran did not know how to perform cholecystectomy, but after seeing Ling Ran's hepatectomy, Zhang Anmin could worship no one else but him.

Ling Ran looked at the screen in envy and shook his head before he said, ”You start. You shouldn't decline the surgery out of modesty anymore.”

Zhang Anmin hesitated for a moment. He did not know if he should offer Ling Ran to do the surgery again.

During ancient times, when an emperor abdicated his throne, the person who took over his crown seemed to have to decline it repeatedly before the process was over.

However, he should not try to decline the surgery repeatedly. If he did, he might infuriate Ling Ran, and that would be too unfortunate for him.

Zuo Cidian stood by the side as a mascot and also to learn. He coughed softly and said, ”If Doctor Ling said that he's letting you to do it, then just do it. Don't look into it any deeper.”

If he had to say, Zuo Cidian was the most aware of Zhang Anmin's mental state right now. However, compared with Zuo Cidian, Zhang Anmin's experience with the world was much weaker, but his medical skills were stronger. After all, he was an attending physician trained in Yun Hua Hospital, so his standard would still be quite alright.

”Let's start.” Zhang Anmin stood firmly at the chief surgeon's position, and his mood gradually calmed down.

There was one thing about performing surgeries that won over other jobs: When surgeons stood by the operating table, they would not particularly experience exhaustion, pain, anxiety, or any other feelings, especially when the operation was smooth.

It would be easier for them to be in the fabled ”zone” as well.

It was like how a student who was taking a test paper would feel when he ran into a test that he was extremely familiar with.