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”Hmm, all short hepatic veins are separated now.”

”The right hepatic vein is tied with a band. It's a very standard method.”

”The right hepatic duct is also tied with a band. Standard method. No problem.”

The remaining three doctors who participated in the remote consultation continued nagging. They were reluctant to leave, but they wanted to contribute, so they could only chatter on.

If it were another person in the surgery, he might use a very difficult method but he was familiar with the inner arts of conversing and show off his abilities to make himself known to the few high-class doctors, just like how a basketball player would always want to do a slam dunk or get a nice shot under everyone's attention.

However, Ling Ran did not seem to be affected by the gazes of the four high-class doctors. His method was textbook perfect and the surgical procedure he used was also as typical as one could be.

Naturally, if it were in a normal tertiary Grade A hospital in China, he could be considered someone amazing if he could perform a normal hepatectomy. This was like in the normal school team, where a player who could score with a three-step layup was considered great. Anyhow, he would be said to be great if he could score.

If anyone wanted to execute an exquisite skill, they had to become slightly more high class before they had the right to execute an exquisite skill, just like a regional tertiary Grade A hospital like Yun Hua Hospital.

However, in Lloyd and the others' eyes, Ling Ran was inexplicably attractive, even though he continuously exhibited a technique that was nothing exquisite.

This was just like in a basketball match, where a basketball player scored ten points with a three-step layup, then twenty points, thirty-one points, and finally, sixty points…

In such a situation, normal people might want to shout, 'If you can score sixty points with a three-step layup, can't you just change a method to score? Are you a fool?'

Great people would keenly notice the problem. 'How could he score thirty-one points with only a three-step layup?'

Michelsen was the first person who discovered the problem of thirty-one points.

”There's only a small amount of bleeding.” Michelsen's voice was transmitted from the screen, and it sounded ghastly. It was how a lion in the plains originally watched a cub hunting with the mood of watching a game, but suddenly realized that this cub had long enough hair, a well-developed gonad, and a robust body…

Lu Wenbin scornfully pursed his lips. He did not feel anything toward the foreigner making a fuss out of nothing.

”Doctor Ling's hepatectomy has always had only a small amount of bleeding.” Yu Yuan still had extra energy to answer. One reason was because her English was better, and the other reason was because her surgical task was easier.

Ling Ran distributed the burden of the surgery reasonably according to his assistants' capabilities, and he had always arranged the tasks with increasing difficulty. Through this method, he could also understand his assistants' limits.

Currently, Zhang Anmin was still the doctor with the best skills. Zhang Anmin had been a doctor for ten year, had missed the time where it was still okay to red envelopes, and he could not get a lot of medical expenses either. So, the only way to earn bonuses was by performing more surgeries. The accumulation of work day by day made Zhang Anmin have a more stable set of skills.

If everything were normal, Zhang Anmin would probably receive a mission to get promoted to an assistant lecturer in the next few years. If he were lucky and was hard working at buttering up others, he would be on the waiting list of lecturers-to-be. Then, he could become a particularly hard working assistant lecturer to perform surgeries, do research, and execute programs to the point of exhaustion. At that point, he would happily die to rid himself of poverty, which meant that he would be another passerby specialist in the eyes of laymen.

Yu Yuan's surgery potential might be among the last two in Ling Treatment Group.

She was just among the last two because Zuo Cidian served as her foil.

Zuo Cidian's talent in surgery was normal, but he was still much better than Yu Yuan. However, he was too old to work any harder, and that was why he competed with Yu Yuan for the last and second last place…

The foreigners did not know that the person who provided the explanation was Yu Yuan, and they still asked from the screen, ”Do you have any data to support your claim that his blood loss is always small in his surgeries?”

”Of course, I deliberately did a follow-up for Doctor Ling's patients. Currently, the average blood loss of hepatectomy that Doctor Ling performed is not more than 33 ounces. If we do a categorization, for example, if we categorize the patients who received hepatectomy for the left lobe of the liver that is afflicted with hepatolithiasis into one category, the patients in that category suffered a blood loss that is less than 23 ounces…” As Yu Yuan read out the data, her confidence increased greatly.

”Wow,” Michelsen said, ”The data you mentioned is very interesting, if you publish an article…”

”It's already published,” Yu Yuan answered, ”It's called 'Intraoperative blood loss in patients undergoing hepatectomy', and it's published in 'Surgery Today'.”

”Oh… I'll go and read it.” Michelsen found himself slightly unable to accept the situation. This was so professional that he could not display his use in the situation properly.

”Pay attention to the aspiration.” Ling Ran reminded. Then, he separated the right lobe of the liver along the predicting line for the incision.