819 That Won’t Happen (1/2)

The Operating Theater 1 of the Emergency Medical Center had been renovated, was spacious, and well-designed. Even though there were a total of eight people inside, and some of them were walking around, the place was not crowded.

Even though the visitation room was similarly spacious, because of the number of people inside, the air was a little stuffy.

The experienced Associate Chief Physician Wei Qing had the intention to chase out a few resident doctors or medical interns. However, even though he had moved his lips a little, he swallowed his words in the end.

Even though surgeons were brutes, they still cared about their reputation. Aside from this, it was the politically correct thing to do to provide young doctors with a good learning environment. Senior doctors could not just chase young doctors away because they could not understand what was going on. Even though they could not understand the maneuvers in the surgery, they had their own ways of learning. No one could master a certain skill just by looking at it once. Everyone needed time to get used to things.

Besides, if he were to really chase people out, the women who were leaning against the window and taking photographs nonstop should be the ones who were chased away.

Wei Qing had been in Yun Hua Hospital for almost thirty years, but he could not really remember whether they were from the Finance Department or Public Relations Department. They might even be pharmaceutical sales representatives from third party companies.

Out of sight, out of mind. Like most of the doctors, Wei Qing fixed his gaze on the screen.

Compared with open abdominal surgery, one advantage of laparoscopy was that as long as the transmission of the signal from the operating theater was good, people who were watching the surgery got to enjoy the surgeons' surgical field. The yellow peritoneum, spleen, stomach, and left lobe of the liver were exactly the same on the screen of the operating theater and in the screen of the visitation room. The greater omentum and transverse mesentery took up most of the surgical field...

Wei Qing suddenly regained his senses. ”He's working on the omentum already?'

”He dealt with the groups of lymph nodes in the right gastroepiploic artery and the middle colic artery at one go.” The director of the General Surgery Department looked solemnly at the operating theater below him.

Like Ouyang Kan, he had never performed radical gastrectomy for gastric surgery using a laparoscope before. It was not because he was incapable of learning it, though. It was just that gastrectomy was not exactly a high-end surgery, and as the department director, he was mainly focused on the pancreas as well as the duodenum. For general surgeons who specialized in digging patients' shit, these were considered the pinnacle among surgeries.

Even though he did not know how to perform radical gastrectomy for gastric surgery, he had watched countless surgeries before. He was way more experienced compared to Ouyang Kan, and he was also a lot better at spotting various details. He only had to look at the operative route Ling Ran chose to know that Ling Ran was extremely confident.

Whenever surgeons were confident, they would take huge risks so that they could reap greater returns.

The department director of the General Surgery Department could not help but glance at Huo Congjun and say, ”The patient is a policeman?”

”Yes. His parents also died while making great contributions to the country. And now he's suffering from stomach cancer. He's unlucky indeed,” Huo Congjun answered.

”You know, he would actually be in safer hands if the General Surgery Department were to take him in.” The department director of the General Surgery Department gave a deliberate reminder.

”Since Ling Ran is confident that he can handle this case well, let's see how he does.”

”I'm just worried that he's being too confident.”

”Huh?”

”Ouyang Kan from our department doesn't know how to perform radical gastrectomy for stomach cancer using a laparoscope, so Ling Ran would have to call the shots throughout the surgery.”

Huo Congjun merely smiled and said nothing. He understood what the other party was trying to imply. As this surgery was an extremely risky one, they did not want to be responsible for it.

Of course, Huo Congjun could slap his chest and give his word that he would be responsible for everything that might happen like those dauntless sect leaders depicted in Wuxia novels.

However, Huo Congjun was not a lowly leader of a group of hooligans.

Everyone in the visitation room was quiet. Huo Congjun did not utter a word, and like a financial expert, he was determined not to hold any responsibility.