862 Choosing a Bed (1/2)

\”Fluid replacement, 71 ounces.\” Su Jiafu watched the last bit of liquid enter the patient and gave the vocal confirmation.

\”Okay,\” Ling Ran acknowledged. After making the final examination, he said, \”Let's close it up.\”

Lu Wenbin and Xiang Xueming, who were standing across him, immediately went to work. One helped Ling Ran thread the needle, the other removed the bandage around the wound from the clip...

Cai Qiong craned his neck and watched them. He was eager to learn Ling Ran's technique immediately.

Just like how willing Zhang Anmin was to be a mole in order to learn hepatectomy, Cai Qiong was just as eager to learn hepatectomy techniques.

Unfortunately, even if Cai Qiong wanted to be a mole, there was no place for him to sell himself. The provincial General Surgery Department did not give Cai Qiong the opportunity to learn about hepatectomy.

Cai Qiong looked at the abdominal closure, and he remembered experiencing this scene when he was at the operating table. If it were not for his talkative mouth that offended everyone, he may have already begun to perform hepatectomy now, he might even be able to perform surgeries that could earn him more money instead of needing to perform his all-too-familiar colorectal surgery, digging feces out all day long till the sky was dark.

\”Bring me the 6-0 surgical suture,\” Ling Ran spoke again, but it was to correct the scrub nurse beside him, Wang Jia.

Wang Jia immediately took a 6-0 surgical suture to Ling Ran with a pair of forceps, and she asked, \”Are you thinking of minimizing the formation of scar tissue?\”

\”Yes,\” Ling Ran answered, took the needle holder, cast it a slight glance, and then pierced the curved needle into the patient's skin.

Wang Jia stood on her toes, took a glance, pouted, and said, \”But this person's leg hair is long and messy, it doesn't matter if there is a scar.\”

Ling Ran smiled and did not answer. Since he wanted to perform a perfect operation, he could not just leave a scar just because the person was hairy.

Young nurse Wang Jia stared at Ling Ran and said excitedly, \”Doctor Ling, you smiled just now, right?\”

Cai Qiong could not help it anymore. \”How would you know if he is when he's wearing a mask?\”

Wang Jia glanced at him with a look of disdain. \”When Doctor Ling smiles, his temple will move a little.\”

\”Temple...\” Cai Qiong dragged himself out of self-pity and continued to mutter, \”Take a look. Does my temple curve when I smile?\”

\”Your hair is too thin, you have a lot of wrinkles on your temples, and your neck's fat. I can't see clearly.\” Wang Jia also pretended to answer it earnestly. Since he was a provincial doctor, it was okay to rebuke him until he vomited blood.

Cai Qiong froze and subconsciously touched his face with his hands.

Ling Ran lowered his head and did not participate in their idle chatter. Instead, he stared at the patient's abdomen and finished the final sutures. In order to reduce scarring, Ling Ran even used the technique of intradermal suture and heavy reinforcing suture.

One stitch after another.

Suturing was a doctor's basic skill, and there were not many shortcuts to take to master it, especially sutures involving the skin. Even if the doctor was confident, he still had to suture the skin stitch by stitch.

Seeing this, Cai Qiong found it a little funny. He could see that Ling Ran's basics were very strong, but he was already able to tell through the hepatectomy just now, he did not rely on the closing of the incision for him to be able to do so.

However, Ling Ran completed the entire process before withdrawing from the operating table.

\”This is all thanks to the number of surgeries you did, otherwise, there would be no room for such a young doctor to do something like this.\” Cai Qiong stepped out of the operating theater and winked at Zuo Cidian.

Patients may be more concerned about the abdominal closure, but in the whole operation, it can be said that it was the part that doctors did not care about most. When it came to places like the provincial hospital, it was more like a platform for young doctors to practice.

Zuo Cidian laughed without saying a word. A no good doctor from the provincial hospital had no right to interfere with how Yun Hua Hospital trained young doctors and how the Ling Treatment Group allocated work.

The operating theater became quieter. Only the faint sound of Ling Ran's suturing was heard when the needle penetrated into the muscle.

Xiang Xueming looked at Ling Ran nervously all the way. Then, when he announced the completion of the surgery, he let out a sigh of relief.

When higher ups fought, the ones working under them were the ones who would be in trouble. This place was Bazhaixiang's hospital branch in Cangping District. For every doctor here, Yun Hua Hospital and the provincial hospital were giants, they would die with a single prod.