637 Humor (1/2)

”Scalpel.”

”Gauze.”

”Endotherm knife.”

Ling Ran extended his hand and announced that the surgery had started.

And the surgery progressed very quickly.

In fact, the Department of Surgery in Beijing University Sixth Hospital was actually quite capable. After getting familiar with Ling Ran's surgical habits, the nurses, assistants and the anesthetist could all cooperate very well with him.

Compared to the Department of Surgery in Yun Hua Hospital, they were also similarly capable.

Naturally, the nurses in Beijing University Sixth Hospital's Department of Surgery also paid a lot of effort. They memorized the surgical methods at night, and they could not avoid practicing passing the surgical instruments as well as watch videos about Ling Ran's surgeries during day time. However, if they adopted this kind of educational system, the capability of the hospital could be seen clearly as well. In contrast, the cultivation system in many local hospitals was basically non-existence. Young medical staff could not learn anything even if they wanted, and much less in a large group.

Xu Wen and Zhang Anmin worked respectively as the first and second assistants for Ling Ran.

On the surface, Xu Wen still looked calm and stable. He did not seem to be affected because of the difficulty of the surgery or the number of audience members.

Meanwhile, Zhang Anmin could not hide how nervous he was.

If it had to be said, Zhang Anmin had been working in the Department of Hepatobiliary and Pancreatic Surgery for a long time, and he had performed nearly one hundred hepatectomies with Ling Ran. Even if the number was not the highest in Ling Treatment Group, his skill level in hepatectomy was the best. He could not be compared with Xu Wen when it came to comprehensive skills, but when it came to working as an assistant for Ling Ran, regardless of whether he was the first or second assistant, he was well qualified and excellent.

However, unlike skills, confidence could not be accumulated with respect to time.

The time when Zhang Anmin felt confident the most was when he performed his daily surgeries and ward round, as well as the times he went to perform ”freelance surgeries” in Bazhaixiang during weekends. Honestly, the time in Bazhaixiang was the most relaxing time for Zhang Anmin.

But once he came to Beijing, Zhang Anmin automatically felt fear.

He was an attending physician in his thirties. He no longer acted like an immature resident doctor or the immature old resident doctors with sparse hair like Zuo Cidian, who thought that there was only a distance of a few hundred miles between Yun Hua and Beijing, and that there was no difference in skill between them.

Even if Beijing University Sixth Hospital was not very famous in Beijing, it was still a tertiary Grade A hospital with high standards. Over a few decades, it had produced a countless number of junior hospitals. Its Department of Hepatobiliary and Pancreatic Surgery was slightly weaker, but if he considered the support provided to it by the political center, its standards could still be described as unfathomable for an attending physician like Zhang Anmin.

After all, when a doctor had the title of an attending physician, although he could always freely and unreasonably scold resident doctors, housemen, and interns as he wanted, he could also be scolded by whoever else that were not among the aforementioned people.

”Zhang Anmin, pay attention to aspiration.” Ling Ran's voice rose into the air, and it made Zhan Anmin so nervous that his eyebrows even twitched.

”Oh, alright.” Zhang Anmin's voice trembled slightly.

Ling Ran knew that with just one glance that Zhang Anmin's movements were slightly out of shape, even though it did not matter a lot even if Zhang Anmin who worked as the second assistant had nonstandard actions and many doctors also did not pay attention to things like these. After all, as chief surgeons, their burden in the surgery was already huge enough, so they could not afford to take care of every detail even if they wanted to.

However, Ling Ran was obviously not this kind of chief surgeon.

Ling Ran's attention to his own operating theater surpassed that of normal people at the mahjong table.

Ling Ran would not allow his second assistant to have his actions skew from the standard actions to that degree, especially when the assistant could actually do better.

”Zhang Anmin.” Ling Ran called him again.

”Yes?” Zhang Anmin tensed up his stomach muscles.

”Is there any difference between Glissonean pedicle transection and the first hepatic portal control? And are there any advantages and disadvantages to these two methods?” Ling Ran casually raised his questions.

”Ahh…” Zhang Anmin was instantly stunned. After becoming an attending physician, he was rarely questioned during surgery, mainly because He Yuanzheng was not imposing enough, thereby causing him to be unable to suppress the attending physicians well enough.

Yet, Ling Ran would sometimes ask questions to change the atmosphere, or he aimed to give a reminder to the junior doctors.

At this moment, Zhang Anmin became more attentive.