Liu Weichen didn't sleep all night.

Even in his sleep, he could dream about Ling Ran's appearance, especially when Ling Ran said "it doesn't matter."

As the saying goes, a long illness makes a good doctor. Liu Weichen has been visiting bone joints and sports medicine centers for a long time, and he is also familiar with the doctors' attitudes towards surgeries and patients.

Relatively speaking, the relationship between patients and the doctor in charge will be closer, especially for a big name like him. If they have any medical needs, they can communicate with Dr. Qu and then make requests to the research center.

Once, Liu Weichen asked for a presidential suite-standard ward. Later, the Orthopedic, Joint and Sports Medicine Center actually decorated a luxurious ward for him. Although it was not up to the standard of the presidential suite in Las Vegas, it was

There are also four bedrooms, a large suite with a terrace and a kitchen, which is decent.

Today, the presidential ward is still there, but Liu Weichen doesn't care anymore.

A few years ago, he was admitted to the presidential ward, partly to recuperate from minor injuries and partly to avoid reporters. The Orthopedic, Joint and Sports Medicine Center cooperated very well in order to gain exposure, and Dr. Qu even satisfied Liu Weichen with many reasonable and reasonable requests.

Unreasonable demands.

However, an Achilles tendon rupture can no longer be cured by living in the presidential ward. No matter how good the attitude of the Bone, Joint and Sports Medicine Center is, it cannot invite well-known foreign doctors or even well-known domestic scalpels.

Dr. Qu was still good at comforting and teasing, and he still spoke nicely, enthusiastically and patiently, but Liu Weichen was becoming more and more impatient.

Liu Weichen just wanted to heal the injury.

This is his only request. As long as this goal can be achieved, he no longer cares about the environment of the ward or the attitude of the medical staff.

If he wants a good environment, he can go to the Maldives and Tahiti. If he wants a good attitude, he has many fans and media and advertising companies that pursue him.

But the doctor he really wanted, the doctor who could cure him and ensure that he could compete in the competition for another two years without becoming disabled, did not appear.

In Liu Weichen's dream, he kept recalling Ling Ran's words:

"Because I don't care!"

"I mean something!" Liu Weichen woke up from his sleep and sat for a while. When he wanted to sleep again, he found that the pillow cover was already soaked.

At this time, Liu Weichen couldn't sleep.

He moved his legs and tried his best to move himself to the wheelchair.

When he was healthy, this action required no effort on his part, but today it made him sweat slightly.

Liu Weichen opened the curtains and looked at the morning glow in the sky, his whole body seemed to sink in.

It has been more than a week since the injury. Liu Weichen has already understood that in the field of Achilles tendon repair, an Achilles tendon rupture within two weeks is called a fresh Achilles tendon rupture. Compared with an old Achilles tendon rupture, the repair of a fresh Achilles tendon rupture is

The success rate is higher, the results are better, and recovery is faster.

Although there is no essential difference in the effect of Achilles tendon repair within two weeks, Liu Weichen does not want to wait until the last day. Besides, there is no real last day for this kind of thing.

It’s better to make a decision a little earlier than to have no regrets later on.

After Liu Weichen finished watching Zaoxia, he picked up his mobile phone to dial a number, but stopped, and then changed to sending a text message: Is there any new news from Mayo?

The Mayo Clinic is the number one orthopedic hospital in the world and is very globalized. Even if Liu Weichen trusted Zhu Tongyi and his research institute, he would not be able to just sit back and wait at home.

In the past week, Liu Weichen has been looking for connections as much as possible, contacting experts and hospitals around the world.

However, no one could come up with his ideal repair plan.

Zhu Tongyi knew his thoughts best, so he came up with a plan, but no one could implement it.

A wry smile appeared on Liu Weichen's lips.

In the end, will we still have to choose the palliative plan?

Use a year of recovery period in exchange for maybe three months, maybe half a year of high mobility of the Achilles tendon, and then let nature take its course.

Or, simply a half-year recovery period, three months or less of high athletic ability, and then retirement on time...

Liu Weichen doesn’t want to choose any of them!

He wants to stay on the court for two more years, at least one year, and then talk about retirement.

After thinking wildly for an unknown amount of time, his cell phone rang. Liu Weichen quickly looked at it and saw an answer in the text message: there was no new change.

Liu Weichen squeezed his phone tightly and sent a WeChat message to his assistant: "Get up, let's go to the research institute."

…

Dr. Qu's sleep was even worse. He got up early and arrived at the unit, which did not make him feel better.

The food provided in the restaurant was mediocre. Only yogurt and milk could whet Dr. Qu's appetite. He casually ordered another bowl of gruel and took the plate to his seat.

"Have you heard?" Without even taking a sip of the porridge, a resident doctor sat across from Dr. Qu, with a "I have information" look on his face.

Dr. Qu slowly tore open the outer packaging of the yogurt, took a sip, and then asked, "What did you hear?"

"Ling Ran has performed six cases."

Dr. Qu's brows were furrowed as if they were stitched together with needles, and he asked, "Achilles tendon repair?"

"Yes, I did it all night and didn't stop."

The resident doctor was still waiting to say anything more when he saw Dr. Qu push away the dinner plate, stood up and left.

When he was approaching the operating area, Dr. Qu suddenly had a sudden change of mind, woke up, and turned directly into the demonstration classroom.

In the room, there were indeed several people watching the live broadcast.

The Bone, Joint and Sports Research Center has four operating rooms that are connected to the classrooms. Doctors love and hate their existence.

And from the degree of love and hate of doctors, we can often see their surgical skills.

Most doctors don't care which operating room they are in, but some doctors are very concerned about whether there are cameras. Of course, in the research center, most doctors secretly like to show the existence of the classroom.

Those doctors who like to brag in the operating room, those doctors who like to tease little nurses and play with little doctors, wish that every operation could be watched and photographed.

When Dr. Qu heard that all the residents were paying attention to Ling Ran, he guessed that the classroom had been opened.

When I entered the room, I saw that all the screens on the wall were on.

From the panoramic camera's view, Ling Ran's face occupies a separate screen. The bridge of his nose is straight, his eyes are resolute and deep, and his skin is so good that it looks like he could write a paper.

His hat was also changed, with two little yellow rabbits on it. The ears were hanging down and swaying with Ling Ran's movements.

Across another screen, you can see that under the surgical field camera, Ling Ran has entered the suturing state, combing the ponytail-shaped Achilles tendon while sewing it neatly, evenly and finely...

Dr. Qu's mind was spinning rapidly and he asked: "Have you done this since yesterday?"

"It is said that I slept for four hours in the middle, and got up at three or four in the morning and started doing it again." A resident doctor saw Dr. Qu, put on a smile, and said: "I asked about it, and I heard that Ling Ran was in the cloud

This is what we do when we go to the doctor, and it’s common to have surgery at three o’clock in the morning.”

"The nurse on duty doesn't bother him anymore." As soon as Dr. Qu finished speaking, he knew that he was stupid. If the nurse bothered him, could he give him two rabbit hats?

Dr. Qu turned around specifically to search for the 21-pound resident.

In the corner, I saw a lump of flesh grabbing a bottle of mineral water and gulping it down.

"When is Ling Ran ready to do it? Do you know?" Doctor Qu looked both ways.

The resident doctors present looked at each other, and one of them said: "Dr. Ling has queued up all the remaining patients. He will probably finish all the patients in the queue."

"How many more people are waiting in line?" Dr. Qu asked.

"Four more."

"Didn't you treat all one patient?" Dr. Qu felt goosebumps all over his body, not because of surprise or worry, but more like feeling happy.

Just like warriors hear about fierce battles and athletes see hearty competitions.

Several residents nodded in unison.

"The assistants he brought with him all fell down from exhaustion."

"We started catching young men yesterday."

"Lin Zi went to play a game with him. He played for more than an hour, and he just stared at it for ten minutes before changing the venue."

Doctor Qu didn't know what to say.

Especially when he saw the residents complaining, puzzled, teasing, curious, loving, and fearful, Dr. Qu felt even more conflicted.

He actually wanted to encourage the residents to go on strike. He had already thought of the reasons for the strike. Ling Ran was not from the research center, so why should he use residents from the research center? He should at least go through the procedures.

But he knew that if he said such words, he would not be liked by others.

Even though the residents seemed tired when talking about the operation, if there was an operation in front of them, all of them would jump on it one by one.

There are so many tiring things in the hospital, not just surgery?

In order to have the opportunity to perform surgeries, many residents would rather make inflators for their superior doctors without any regrets.

Some residents not only want to be a punching bag, but also take the initiative to be a punching bag, just to get more time on stage. Dr. Qu himself was young and knows how difficult it is for young people to learn their skills.

Considering this aspect, Ling Ran is a pretty good senior doctor. He is taciturn in person. He neither brags about himself nor scolds residents. He even actively provides opportunities for residents to get started...

It can be said that there are almost no disadvantages to having surgery with Ling Ran, except for being a little tired.

The most important thing is that where the technology is placed, it attracts the residents just like the face attracts the nurses.

"Doctor Qu..." Another resident doctor pushed open the door and entered.

"What's wrong?" Dr. Qu shouted in annoyance. He didn't have so much work on weekdays, it was all pushed up by all kinds of people.

"Liu Weichen is here." The resident doctor didn't bother to say anything more, so he replied, turned around and left.

"Are you in my office?" Dr. Qu asked.

"Went to the academician's office."

Doctor Qu was shocked, this was not the norm.
Chapter completed!