596 It Wonst Be Ruined (1/2)

The capillaries around the Achilles tendon were like a spider web under the microscope. It was just like the rice fields in the south of the Yangtze River.

But the speed of the blood flow was faster than that of a rice field. If anyone looked at it from under a microscope, these capillaries which were far away from the blood pump (heart) continued to restlessly perform their tasks.

Ling Ran used the Zhu-Ling Achilles Repair Technique and separated Li Tianhong's Achilles tendon from the blood vessels around the area with such force that it could be said that he was nearly forceful with it. This was a job that a competent doctor would not be willing to do and that an incompetent doctor would be unable to do.

It took a few hours. Ling Ran carefully avoided the blood vessels. For those that he could not avoid or those that were accidentally cut, he would repair them repeatedly. For those that could not be repaired... well, they were lost causes.

Ling Ran had Perfect Level Achilles Tendon Repair Technique, but if he wanted to perform each cut and stitch perfectly over a few hours, that would depend on what his definition of perfect was.

According to the traditional Achilles Tendon Repair Technique, as long as the large blood vessels were not cut, that was perfect, and everything would be all good.

However, under the requirements of the Zhu-Ling Achilles Repair Technique, the loss of the capillaries was already a sign of whether the operation was a success or failure.

If a mediocre doctor was assigned to this, he might have no problem in avoiding the capillaries for ten seconds. He might be able to suture a capillary if he were to operate for another five minutes, but that will be the longest he could last. Asking a doctor to operate on a patient for two to three hours where he had to cut and suture tens and even up to hundreds of capillaries was something that would cause an ordinary doctor to fall into despair just by thinking of it.

Some people may ask, would the difference between ten seconds and three hours be large?

Then, discard the aforementioned surgery and repeat the question: was the difference between ten seconds and three hours large?

Even idiots will have something to say about this: Duh!

Li Tianhong was conscious even under anesthesia, and he, too, had something to say, ”I want to play a full game, at least half of the game, at the very least fifteen minutes, don't make me paralyzed…”

Su Jiafu looked at Li Tianhong's slanted face and suddenly had a little impulse to say, ”I should have asked him just now if we could take a picture together.”

”Isn't taking a photo after he wakes up the same?” Lu Wenbin was busy with the operation, but he still found the time to go along with the flow and answer Su Jiafu.

Compared to the past, Lu Wenbin had taken on much heavier responsibilities. This was also Ling Ran's operating style at the operating table. The more work the assistant could undertake, the more work he would delegate. After all, even if the assistant would just be dumbly operating the retractor, Ling Ran would still be able to complete the surgery on his own.

Doctors who were familiar with Ling Ran's surgical procedures would not try to comment and dictate him on how he should perform his surgeries because of this as well.

Normally, a doctor's process of performing a certain surgery would be fixed. Being able to assign the tasks taken by a chief surgeon and assistants in stages would mean that the surgeon was very experienced with the surgery. Being able to smooth delegate tasks would be impossible for most doctors.

Lu Wenbin and the others had improved very fast because of this.

If they were under other doctors, they would not be able to have such a good thing such as immediately having the opportunity to practice as their level increased happen to them.

It was common for some young doctors to face a wall as they worked as doctors.

Even Su Jiafu felt that his skills were growing fast while he performed surgeries with Ling Ran.

He looked at Li Tianhong's slanted face and said with regrets, ”It's rare to meet a big shot. I should have taken a photo of him after his anesthesia, if not, how can I prove that I was the one who issued him anesthesia?”

As Su Jiafu spoke, he supported Li Tianhong's face with his hand and said,”Won't you look at this tongue? The way it's sticking out is quite peculiar.”

”According to what you've said, then I should take a photo with his Achilles tendon.” Lu Wenbin sounded smug as he teased Su Jiafu. To a young doctor, being able to encounter an Achilles tendon of famous athletes would be something worthy to share in their circle of friends.

Ma Yanlin said with a sullen voice, ”The Achilles tendon is mine.”

”It's usually yours, but this time, it's mine.” Lu Wenbin led the thread through the pinhole for Ling Ran while he swore his sovereignty over Ma Yanlin.

Ma Yanlin was the second assistant. As he held the retractor in his hand, he found that he was not angry at all.

”Tweezer.”

”Scissors.”