654 Workload (1/2)

”Hehe!” A young doctor laughed and waved at Liu Yilin, who was just looking over, signaling that he was fine. The young doctor was slightly smug. 'I've attracted Doctor Liu's attention. Next, I don't know how I can casually introduce myself.'

Just as his brain waves quickly intersected with each other, Feng Zhixiang looked over.

”Have you all forgotten the rules of the operating theater?” Professor Feng Zhixiang's voice was neither high nor low. He sounded as if he was on the podium and was speaking with a microphone by his mouth. He gave off the air that he was about to speak nonstop.

The young doctors in the operating theater had their thoughts freeze for a moment. This kind of tone was very dangerous.

The doctor who just laughed out also stiffened up, and he tentatively looked at Professor Feng Zhixiang.

”To punish without prior warning is abuse. Do you know where you did wrong?” Professor Feng Zhixiang held a scalpel in his hand and stared at the young doctor who laughed.

The young doctor's mind was screaming ”punish” and ”abuse” while he said tentatively, ”Saliva easily contaminates the operating theater.”

”Well, it's not about how easy it would be to contaminate the operating theater. While it is easy to contaminate the operating theater, but that's why we need to wear a mask, right?” Professor Feng Zhixiang was good at providing systematic guidance.

The young doctor nodded.

”Open your mouth and answer me.” Professor Feng Zhixiang became strict in a second before he regained his kind look.

”Yes, uh-you're right, yes.”

”Yes...” Professor Feng Zhixiang nodded slightly. ”Okay, get out.”

”Ah...” The young doctor was stunned, but in the next second, he was pushed by a friend.

He then snapped out of it and quickly went out of the operating theater. It was common for young doctors to be driven out of the operating theater. There was nothing special about it. Everyone looked at him without pity.

Fortunately for him, he did not run into his department director, otherwise, even scolded for one whole surgery would be considered ”good” for him.

After turning his head around, Professor Feng Zhixiang took a long breath and smiled at Ling Ran. ”Let's continue. We'll basically do an exploratory laparotomy first and see his luck.”

Associate Hospital Director Wang was already laughing in the visitation room. ”Professor Feng is still the same as before. He only likes smart young doctors and hates the rest.”

”Those who are talented can be doctors. Why waste resources on the untalented? I remember that Professor Feng Zhixiang said this before,” the vessel-damaging assistant lecturer said and shook his head. ”He didn't say that again in the future.”

”His status is now different. Of course, the way he speaks has to be different.” A department director next to him chuckled and added a sentence.

The people in the visitation room also nodded. They were already high-ranking doctors who survived and made a name for themselves. They did not particularly care about how other high-ranking doctors scolded the younger doctors.

It was the same with Ling Ran. In his impression, the people's attitude in social interaction was unpredictable. For example, a girl might be angry at another person one second ago, but when she saw Ling Ran, she would act as gently as water.

Ling Ran never tried to sort out the confusion, he was more concerned about viewing the world objectively.

Take, for example, the patient Li Gang, who was in front of him.

Ling Ran carefully did the exploratory surgery for him, and the results of the investigation would likely determine whether the patient can undergo surgery.

This was also the relatively cruel part of gallbladder cancer. Since it was usually too late when they discovered this cancer, many patients with gallbladder cancer would find that the spread had exceeded their expectations after having their abdominal cavity opened and going through a round of abdominal examination. There was no other choice for the surgeon but to close the abdomen.

Otherwise, the patient's prognosis would not be good even if the patient did not die on the operating table. Some patients who had undergone surgery would instead have an even shorter survival period compared to the time before they underwent the surgery. This type of surgery was then meaningless.

”Don't be afraid, you can touch it by hand.” After Professor Feng Zhixiang finished speaking, he said to his two other assistants, ”Everyone, you can touch it and check the situation in the abdominal cavity. Touch and figure out the relationship between the tissues inside. A dissected human body and the ones during surgery are different, especially when it comes to cancerous tissues. Today's patient has quite the typical case of gallbladder cancer. Let's all touch it.”

So, after Ling Ran did an exploratory laparotomy, Xu Wen and the three assistants next to him also went up to touch it.