993 A Doctor’s Job (1/2)
As Pei Baoer was wheeled into the operating theater, there were many things on her mind. All of them were fleeting thoughts that came and went.
The thing that had echoed in her mind the most was the joke her best friend made: The tremendously handsome Doctor Ling would be cutting your foot open, fish out your Achilles tendon, and squash it to pieces with his hand…
Due to that, Pei Baoer's imagination ran wild. It was to the point that everything in the operating theater seemed unreal.
The cloth in the operating theater was dark blue.
The curtains in the operating theater were dark green.
The people in the operating theater were...
”Where's Doctor Ling?” Pei Baoer suddenly became a little anxious. She looked around and tried to figure out which mask-covered face belonged to Doctor Ling.
In reality, she could tell based on their body structure that none of them were Doctor Ling.
”Doctor Ling is the chief surgeon, so he'll only come over after we have prepared everything.” Wang Jia was the circulating nurse today, and she had met many silly girls like this. She could not help but smile and say, ”Don't tell me that you sought treatment from Doctor Ling because he's handsome.”
Pei Baoer glanced at Wang Jia in disdain and said, ”Do you think that everyone who seeks him out gets to be operated by him? My father only managed to get him to operate on me through connections.”
She was solemnly trying to convey the fact that she was a rich and beautiful woman who was so rich that her family owned a mine through her expression and words.
Wang Jia pursed her lips and smiled. ”I don't care whether you're here through connections or because Doctor Ling is handsome. It doesn't matter, as Doctor Ling is the best doctor in the world when it comes to Achilles tendon repair surgery.”
”Even my father, who likes to boast about things, only dared to say that he's one of the top surgeons.” Pei Baoer refuted Wang Jia's statement out of habit. She then looked around, pouted, and said, ”I'm not saying that Doctor Ling isn't the best in the world. I'm just saying that—”
”We should be more humble about it?” Wang Jia spoke as she smiled and looked through the patient's examination report, body temperature report, surgery consent form, and anesthesia consent form.
This was part of the procedure. More often than not, nothing would go wrong, but nurses could never be too careful about things.
As Pei Baoer lay on the operating table, she was suddenly in the mood to chat. ”I'm just saying that since Doctor Ling is the best in the world when it comes to Achilles tendon repair surgery, why can't he make the incision smaller so that the scar will be smaller? All the excellent doctors I see on TV can perform incredible feats. Doctors like Doctor Ling should be even more incredible, shouldn't it…?”
Wang Jia glanced at Pei Baoer and said uncertainly, ”You're an athlete, aren't you? Why else would you choose to receive an open Achilles tendon repair surgery?”
”Dancer. I'm a dance student.” Pei Baoer solemnly corrected Wang Jia.
Wang Jia immediately realized the reason behind Pei Baoer's decision. ”No wonder. Of course, a dancer would mind having a scar.”
”Female athletes are girls too,” Pei Baoer said innocently.
Wang Jia's emotions were not affected at all as she gazed at Pei Baoer's face. ”This is how medical technology is like. You have no choice but to receive open Achilles tendon repair surgery since you want a strong Achilles tendon. If you were to care about nothing but the aesthetics, you could have opted for minimally invasive surgery… Actually, you've made the right choice. You know, the scar will fade, but the dancing skills you obtain and the experience of participating in competitions will always stay with you, don't you think so?”
”My mom said the same.” Pei Baoer sighed. She then smiled at Wang Jia and said, ”By the way, big sister, can you tell Doctor Ling to make my incision a little smaller and make the stitches less obvious when he's stitching my wound?”
”So, you want the scar to be as small as possible, and for the stitches not to be obvious. Am I right?”
”Yeah.”
”Didn't you tell Doctor Ling that when you talked to him before the surgery?” Wang Jia did not agree to her request and asked her a question instead.
Pei Baoer pouted. ”Everything's good about Doctor Ling, but he's such a prim and proper person. He could have pretended to agree to it. I wouldn't blame him even if he doesn't stick to his promise…”
Wang Jia was exasperated. ”Since you've already spoken to Doctor Ling and he didn't agree to it, what's the point in asking me to tell him that? Or do you want me to pretend to agree to your request?”
”Is it really not possible?” Pei Baoer was quite concerned about having a large scar. Of course, she cared more about being able to dance.
Wang Jia threw her hands up in exasperation and said, ”The exact size of your incision depends on the condition of your Achilles tendon, and the surgeon cannot just stitch up your incision the way you want it to be. If it's possible, Doctor Ling will definitely make it look as good as possible. Truth be told, based on your circumstances, I can tell you that you definitely made the best choice by seeking treatment from Doctor Ling.”
As Wang Jia spoke, she was paying attention to Pei Baoer's calf. Because the surgery was delayed a few days, the condition of Pei Baoer's calf was rather bad. It might even cause her to need a bigger incision than usual.
However, as she had told Pei Baoer, she had definitely made the best choice by wanting Ling Ran to operate on her.
*Swish.*
Someone opened the door of the operating theater, and Pei Baoer immediately looked up excitedly. However, a few nerdy doctors were the ones who entered the operating theater instead.